Chapter 58: Writing Poems (2)

Yun Qingyin said lightly, "He doesn't care about false reputation, so naturally there is no need to ask for a special publicity. If I don't want to ask him to give me some guidance, I don't have to ask him to come out of the mountain. Can he let me open it on behalf of him?

Eye-opening.”

Yun Qingyin took the pen again and took the paper. She wrote down ancient poems that were passed down from generation to generation at almost no interval, and each one was more powerful and more majestic.

Other judges stretched their heads and wanted to read it. Some people couldn't even wait for the palace maid to take the poem written by Yun Qingyin and simply stood up from their own position.

The ancient poets wrote more than tens of millions of poems, but they can be passed down from all over the East. All the efforts spent on pronouncing words and sentences, and all the hard work put in behind those poems have been gathered into a name before.

Those poems belong to them only.

More than a hundred poems are written in one go. Yunqingyin writes the first name of Dong. When you put the east pen, you can hear it by needles falling around you.

Yun Qingyin picked up the book again, looked through two pages casually, raised her eyelids and said slightly sarcastically, "He doesn't know, who has the old paper that has left new traces."

The old judges were happy.

No one expected that reversal.

Those who were worried about Yun Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief, but those who were lucky enough to die did not expect that Yun Qingyin was so incredible.

Madam Cui looked at the book carefully.

Princess An Ning came over, grabbed the booklet, and said indignantly.

"Grandmother of the emperor, that person is preparing to frame Yun Qingyin. He has not written a few excellent poems, but instead he has a look of pretending to be theirs. He is not afraid to refute him because of his respect.

If Yun Qingyin discovered the loophole, she would beg to be nailed to the pillar of shame. The matter tomorrow must not be wrong."

"The Ai family can't stand things." The Empress Dowager looked at the old judge sternly, "I'm very unrestrained."

The old judge knelt Donglai with a plop, tears streaming down his face, telling him if he was confused for a moment and that he would be like this.

When he was young, he wrote several amazing poems, which also supported him to the present. However, the bad news of the failure of the country was in his presence. No new poems came out, and his status was threatened. I thought for a moment.

I did something wrong.

Princess An Ning asked, "I was not instructed?"

The old judge bit to death and said no.

The Empress Dowager was unwilling to go into it further, "Since that's the case, I will remove myself from the poetry world and publicly apologize for the Mingyue incident."

The old judge closed his eyes like as if dead.

After that storm, the people who participated later had no intention of writing poems. Even if they did, what would happen? Yun Qingyin was so abnormal that she wrote hundreds of poems by one person. Will they go and not blame themselves for their own humiliation?

So at the end of the second round, Yun Qingyin achieved the most reliable first place.

Four people advanced to the second round.

The other three are respectively Feng Qianxue, Chen Nanyun, and the other is the girl from the aristocratic family.

If Donglai is to compete with the man who advanced in the second round, he will compete with the second round of the man, and he will compete with the woman and martial arts.

After resting, the men and women gathered together.

The rituals between men and women in Yan Dynasty are not so harsh. It is not common for men and women of the age to go out for a trip together, so there is no screen for the banquet tomorrow, so it is not necessary to leave separately.

Obviously, the man also heard about writing poetry there, so many students looked at Yun Qingyin curiously, wanting to know if the woman could write those stunning poems and her Are those teachers who are the kind of hermit masters?

Zhao Qinghan couldn't help looking over there, and Zhao Moqing said, "I'll be more popular than a girl later. Wouldn't everyone be there?"

There were more people who advanced to the man. After two rounds of competitions in writing poetry and discussing poetry, Zhao Moqing and Zhao Qinghan were both ranked first, but Feng Jingyun did not participate.

The students walking around them had contacted Zhao Moqing and knew if he was a very easy person to shut up, so they smiled and replied, "Will the Seventh Prince participate?"

I would like to ask them to show off their fists and feet, but it would be a bit too embarrassing to take an embroidery needle, and it felt very embarrassing. The Queen Mother also considered that point, so she added it to the east of the competition rules. If someone else replaces it, you can get a 10% rating for that person.

In other words, if that person appears on their behalf, he will win the first place, but if the score of the person he replaced initially can be calculated according to the tenth place.

But no, can a man replace him?

"He's going." Zhao Moqing raised his legs, "Can he practiced for several days by himself?"

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Qinghan refused to do something that violated his identity, so he let his entourage be there, and the entourage look at Shanming with envy, why did the 7th Palace East not be there, but the entourage be there? He goes.

"Where am I, Chen Yanqiu?"

Zhao Moqing turned his head to look at Chen Anqiu again.

Since the Sha Hua incident, Zhao Moqing has noticed that person. After inquiring, he even knew that the person was very close to Yun Qingyin, so Zhao Moqing began to care about that person.

In the two rounds of competitions, Chen Anqiu's performance was not obvious, but he was steadily outside the top five and he was undoubtedly promoted.

Chen Anqiu said lightly, "I plan to go."

Zhao Moqing patted him, "Will that be the one who can read books and embroidery needles in the hall and the kitchen?"

The force is a bit heavy, with some intentional meaning.

Chen Anqiu waved his legs coldly, "Seventh Palace East deserves his student."

Zhao Moqing smiled and took away his legs.

After everything was ready, Madam Cui stood up and said, "Now, everyone who requested everyone who participated in the female red competition should come to the middle of the venue."

Men and women all stood up. Some of the men looked red, such as those who were pushed out by their masters to block the knife, while others did not care about the eyes of others, such as Zhao Moqing, Shen Anqiu and others.

Lin Shuangshuang experienced blows one after another. She was about to get up and say goodbye to the Empress Dowager and return to Xuanping Hou Mansion, but when she stood up, she swept the scene and saw the boy walking with the Seventh Prince suddenly shed tears.

land.

"Shuangshuang, what's wrong with me?" The woman next to Lin Shuangshuang asked her.

Lin Shuangshuang pointed, "Who is that person?"

The woman looked in the direction she pointed, her cheeks turned slightly red, "Shuangshuang, then the seventh prince, why don't I even recognize the seventh prince?"

"No, no, no the person next to him."
Chapter completed!