Duan Jiu'er announced the official start of the game, and the home field was given to Murong Xiaoxiao behind the bead curtain.

"Please come here for the talented people who want to participate in the competition, Miss Murong will prepare the topic and announce it later!" Duan Jiu'er finished speaking and retreated to the edge of the stage.

Then the waitresses in the store dressed in simple Hanfu came to the stage with rice paper in their hands from both sides of the beaded curtain.

Everyone unfolded the framed rice paper in an orderly manner, and the long blank scrolls were displayed in front of everyone, and then the tall male waiters hung the scrolls high.

The people present were surprised to see that the scrolls were different in size, tall, short, fat and thin, but they were all hung up and hung high in front of the stage.

"What is this for? Why did you hang up before you wrote a verse?"

"Hanging so high, is it stepping on a ladder to write?"

"Didn't they all write in front of the stage in the past?"

"I'm afraid this is a new topic for Miss Murong, let's wait and see the wonderful performance!"

Everyone didn't understand what this was arranged, and they couldn't help but ask each other and talk about it.

At this moment, the music behind the bead curtain sounded again, and the people at the scene immediately fell silent.

"It's started, it's begun, Miss Murong is going to speak!" the old drinker who knew about it excitedly exchanged his head and said.

Zhang Shanfeng couldn't help but look into the bead curtain again, curious about what kind of woman it was, which made everyone so excited.

At this time, I saw a well-dressed purple-clothed girl slowly walking out from behind the bead curtain, her dress was simple and neat, and her clothes were very exquisite.

I saw that she had bright eyes, a soft smile at the corners of her lips, clean skin, and light makeup, and she was really a beautiful woman.

"This is the little girl Murong, isn't it? It's really beautiful! It's so cute to laugh!" a man asked excitedly.

"She's not a Murong girl! a woman of this kind can be regarded as a beauty outside, but compared to a Murong girl who has both talent and beauty, any beauty will be overshadowed!" another man with a little insight denied disdainfully.

"And who is this beautiful girl?"

"I don't know it, this is Ziyue, the literary maid girl next to Miss Murong!

"Oh, it's more and more so, no wonder this girl looks bookish at first glance, even an assistant to the servant is so beautiful, I really don't know how beautiful Miss Murong is!"

These voices of discussion made people who had never seen Murong Xiaoxiao even more curious.

I only heard the purple moon girl say with a smile: "Today, Miss Murong specially selected seven pairs of good rice paper from Mr. Zhuo Yi, a master of rice paper, and specially framed them and hung them in front of the stage, so that talented and beautiful people can come to try their pen and ink!"

"Therefore, the gold of rice paper is no less expensive than gold, so it is known as soft gold, so please be merciful to all talented people, and please be stingy with treasures!"

"The reason why the paper is hung high is a new topic reserved by Miss Murong today, the purpose is to encourage all talented people, not only to be able to be able to be in peace, but also to be able to stabilize the country!"

"Please show your talents and find a way to leave your ink treasure on the hanging paper!" said the Purple Moon girl with a smile.

"Wow~" The scene was boiling.

Those who have already signed up for the competition are in a dilemma.

Some people originally thought it was fun, but they didn't think too much about it, thinking about gambling with no money, just to have a fight, not to really win a good ranking, as long as they could be familiar in front of Duan Jiu'er and have the opportunity to see Murong's little side, it was worth it!

"Where is the Wenmo Competition? It's just grandstanding, okay?"

"We're not martial arts masters either, why don't we go up and write it?"

"I have a fear of heights, I'll faint if I write like this, so it's better to abstain!"

"Miss Murong can't hang these papers so high because she is so precious, right?"

The participants all had sallow faces and did not understand this arrangement.

But it's fun to see the excitement, and I want to see who can write on the "soft gold" in mid-air today?

"Everyone, this kind of paper is reluctant to be used even by our Murong girl, so these few sheets in front of the stage are intended for talented people who have the ability to write inscriptions on it, and others can choose to write their own answers on the case. The Purple Moon girl pointed to the three bookcases that had been settled in front of the stage.

After this explanation, everyone quieted down and looked at each other nervously.

You must know that it is impossible for Murong Xiaoxiao to arrange such a project for no reason, since she has arranged it, she will definitely look at the person who can answer in front of the stage differently, which is a nerd who makes sentences behind closed doors on weekdays.

Maybe you will be afraid of heights if you climb high, not to mention that you have to show your calligraphy on it?" "So, everyone understands the rules of the competition, right?"

"Understood, it's so good, free choice, how much ability to do and how much you can do, Miss Murong is really thoughtful!" everyone praised.

"Okay!

"Please listen!"

"Today's topic is in the song sung by Miss Murong at the beginning of today. Please focus on the deep meaning of the poem in the song, the subject matter is not limited, the poem can be written and the lyrics can be filled!"

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little dazed when they heard this question, although everyone listened to the song with a special tune, and they were not infected by Murong Xiao's voice, but most people didn't notice what she was singing at all.

It's better to hear the lyrics, but it's only a rough idea.

Even so, everyone did not dare to delay.

After all, there is no limit to the subject matter, the number of words and the content, there are no hard and fast rules, but it is just to write a review of the review.

There's still a lot of room to play.

"First of all, I would like to invite the talented friends who challenged the third place in the last session to appear!" said the Purple Moon Girl.

As soon as the words fell, I saw Duan Jiu'er ordering the people below to bring a group of talented people who challenged the third place to the stage.

Twelve people took the stage one by one to salute each other with the third son of the Wu family in the previous session to show friendship.

Then they each showed their pen and ink skills and wrote freely.

Zhang Shanfeng saw that these six people were different in height, shortness, fat and thinness, but they were all full of confidence.

Only a thin, middle-height man standing at the end of the line, dressed a little loosely and ill-fitting, with a low hat and a glasses case and a mask, went on stage.

The whole face was tightly covered, obviously not wanting people to see him.

Even Duan Jiu'er couldn't help but want to ask a few words when she saw him, but she just frowned and didn't speak.

After all, there is nothing in the competition that restricts people's attire.

I saw that everyone stood still in front of the stage, but no one dared to compare the hanging scrolls.

just obediently stayed in front of the bookcase, frowning and bowing his head, thinking about it.

But with a cup of tea, the poems of six people were written.

Then a green-clothed maid accompanied Ziyue to the stage again, unfolded the words of the twelve people one by one, and appeared in front of the stage.