"Brother Haoran, seeing that you are like a sprinkle of ink, light and a little silent, open and close but have not lost its rhyme, I'm afraid that this year's head is in the chest, right?"

"No, it's just that I had a little bit of a little gain from watching this proposition before, and I happened to be inspired and the book was written, but I didn't think it would be the first to take the lead, but I think Brother Mingxin danced his sleeve robe, and his appearance was extremely elegant, I'm afraid there are some doorways, and he is also confident, right?"

"Haha! It's just a fluke, but this year's Ouyang Hua is also aggressive, and it must be definitely not simple!"

"Ouyang Hua, a few days ago, he was lucky to get the first prize, this year, I will not let him!"

"Brother Murong is so confident?"

"I have worked hard to write poetry, practiced hard writing, and I have consciously achieved something this year, so this year's top prize must be mine! No one can take it away! Everyone, concede, concede!"

"Haha! Brother Murong is so confident! I will take Brother Murong as an example for my generation.

"However, I feel a little flawed in this year's talent, for example, you look at the brother in the corner, the brother is really unprofessional in holding the brush, and there is no rule when writing, it is definitely not an orthodox way, and the things that are written must be bullshit, indiscriminate!"

"Haha, look at this shirt without the spirit of a literati, I'm afraid that he is really a vassal and elegant man who came in through the road of guantuomen, what ......do we think he does? He is not the same world as us, and it is estimated that next year's poetry and books will be without him. ”

"yes, what do we do with such people?"

Murong He, Xu Haoran, and Liu Mingxin, the recognized talents among the young people, all gathered together to praise and praise each other after handing in their works, and then chatted and saw Chu Qing's body, and looked at Chu Qing with a condescending and arrogant attitude.

Chu Qing naturally felt that a few eyes were looking at him, and he whispered.

He heard the words "Fill the Count" in a word.

His face was not red and his heart was not beating.

He didn't care at all, and he was very calm.

What's wrong with Lao Tzu's indiscriminate recharge?

However, when I write, I am not so calm.

At this moment, Chu Qing felt that it was not appropriate for him to hold the brush, and even felt that there was something wrong with his hand.

Eventually, he gave up.

Fuck it!

Why didn't I bring a system with me when I crossed?

If there is a system, I will immediately fill up the calligraphy skills, and then, like the grandmaster, write it as soon as it is a classic, and write it as soon as I write it is worth a thousand gold......

I can't afford to pretend to be this force!

He's going to cry.

Chu Qing looked at the crooked line of words he had written, and suddenly had a feeling of something......

After writing the whole poem, Chu Qing hesitated.

Forget it, it's better not to hand it over, if you hand it in, then you will definitely be embarrassed.

If you don't pay it, you can finally end up clean, after all, no one says that you are not?

After looking at the talented people around him who handed in the poetry books one by one and walked down with their heads held high, Chu Qing shook his head and made a decision.

He was going to throw it in a paper basket and not hand it in.

"There are still three minutes left, and now I have received thirty-one poems here, and the last one is missing. ”

"Since ancient times, we and other Chinese literati must have a brave heart, and have the courage to stand up in the face of power, if we don't even dare to hand in a small poem, it will be too much to fall into the name of the literati......" On the stage, Old Man Liu looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Chu Qing, who had completely given up on himself in the corner.

The name of the literati?

Did someone not pay it?

Don't even have the courage to write poems?

As Old Man Liu's gaze calmed down, and after the words seemed to be meaningful, everyone suddenly followed his gaze......

Then, they saw Chu Qing.

Chu Qing felt that the atmosphere in the entire venue was very strange, and he was about to rub his hand that he threw away, and suddenly stopped.

Then he looked up and saw all sorts of strange stares.

He's in the spotlight.

it!

What is the situation, it all depends on what I do? Could it be that I am the only one among these people who has not handed in poetry? No way, why is this old man so powerful!

Many thoughts appeared in Chu Qing's mind.

"He, hehe, looking at his dress, he is a newcomer!"

"Yes, he is a newcomer, and he does not have the temperament that we literati should have. ”

"Who brought this person here?"

"yes, looks silly......"

He probably couldn't write it, so he was going to give up. ”

"I think so, but you can't even write a poem, what are you doing here, are you ashamed?"

"Hey, when is our poetry and book club ready for idle people to wait in. ”

"yes!"

At this time, the discussion rang out......

After feeling that the atmosphere downstairs was not right, Liu Feifei and Wanyue on the second floor turned their heads, and then saw Chu Qing standing in the corner, holding a piece of paper, which seemed quite embarrassing.

"Huh, what is he doing!"

"Aoko, I'm not mistaken, how did Aoko get into this place?"

"Doesn't he know that this place is not an entertainment circle, not a music scene? This is a holy place for literati, isn't it uncomfortable for him to come here?"

"No, I have to go down to help Qingzi, otherwise Qingzi will be reprimanded. ”

"Don't be busy, take a look first, I see that he also writes poems on paper, but he doesn't seem to be willing to hand it over. ”

"Why? Even if it's badly written, you have to hand it in, and if you hand it over, it's a kind of courage for grandpa, and if you don't write it, it's a kind of retreat, and grandpa looks down on this kind of person the most." ”

"Let's see. ”

"Hmm. ”

Liu Feifei stared at Chu Qing.

At the same time, Jiang Xiaoyu also looked at Chu Qing.

Jiang Xiaoyu knows that his Qingge's calligraphy can really be regarded as a mess of garbage, and maybe Qingge can't really write anything now, after all, inspiration is not every time, and classics are not always there.

She roughly knew that her brother Qing might be afraid of being embarrassed.

At this time, she began to regret it a little.

Before I came, why didn't I teach Brother Qing calligraphy first, and by the way, I talked to Brother Qing about the rules, and now this ......

This......

Doesn't this put Qing Ge in a dilemma?

I really shouldn't have it!

Just when Jiang Xiaoyu regretted it, Chu Qing below stood up speechlessly.

He wasn't used to staring at him so much, and he felt that if he dared to crumple up what he had written and throw it into the wastebasket, he would probably be killed by the gaze of these people.

What could he do?

He's desperate.

Moreover, what does it mean for such a person to look at himself with the eyes of a coward?

How can this be!

Dry!

In the end, he could only stand up, take the poem he wrote, and walk up step by step speechlessly.

"Young people, if you are talented, you should not hide it, if you hide it, you will ...... Huh?" Old man Liu seemed to know Chu Qing, showed a smile, took Chu Qing's paper, and glanced at it slightly.

At this glance, his smile froze.

Then he looked at Old Man Jiang like a ghost.

Old man Jiang immediately looked away, pretending not to make contact with Old Man Liu.

Old man Liu exhaled deeply.

What kind of thing is this written? I'm afraid it's so rotten that it makes people vomit blood......

Spicy eyes, absolutely spicy eyes.

Old man Liu almost wanted to tear off these four lines.

Maybe Chu Qing knew that he was really embarrassed to write this thing, and after handing over the paper, he returned to the seat in the corner without saying anything, his eyes showing a little embarrassment.

However, fortunately, since I handed over this thing, everyone has looked at me a lot less.

This made Chu Qing much less embarrassed.

"Ahem...... Next, please be calm, let's read the poem first, if the poem is acceptable, you can enter the next bard score...... If the poem cannot, it will be eliminated for the time being. Old man Liu coughed lightly after putting away the spicy-eyed "poem", then looked at the talents below and said lightly.

After hearing Old Man Liu's words, everyone's mood tightened, and they felt an indescribable sense of tension.

The first level is the single-plank bridge, basically every year there will be twenty of these more than 30 talents, and the remaining ten will officially start the ranking competition......

Will I be able to get into one of these 10 this year?

If I enter, will I have a chance to win the first prize this year?

This idea is on everyone's mind.

Call!

After Chu Qing saw that no one was paying attention to him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and it felt quite bad to be noticed.

He felt ashamed of himself today.

Among the eliminated people, there is definitely him, after all, his handwriting is really ......

It sucks.

It's a pity that it has tarnished the classics, and it has tarnished the classics.

Chu Qing began to regret a little that he had moved the classics of another world as soon as his brain was hot......

No matter, drink tea first to suppress the shock.

When Chu Qing subconsciously picked up the tea and was about to drink it, he put it down again in an instant.

This tea is bitter!

All right.

Isn't there anything going on today?

…………………………

"Xu Haoran's Yongxue is good, and he doesn't write about winter, but he uses snow to describe winter. ”

"Huh, Liu Ming's heart is not bad, and he writes a bit of winter gloom, it seems that he has another meaning. ”

"I think it's still Murong River's frost that is interesting......"

"Well, yes, Murong He's is also good, and he is really a high-achieving student of the Chinese Department of Yan University. ”

"What? Is this Ouyang Hua's Yongmei? This Yongmei ...... This...... Haha, Ouyang Hua really deserves to be the best talent among the younger generation, and what he writes is really full of charm and extremely exciting, yes! Yes, I personally think that it can be included in one of the choices of the Poetry Pavilion. ”

"Yes, it's really good, with Zhuyu from "Drunk" in front, presumably this year's top prize will become a good story for Ouyang Hua. ”

"yes!"

"Haha, Jiang Lao, what about the young talent you highly recommend? I flipped through his poems...... I remember his name is Chu Qing, right? I want to see how talented he is to write poems about the infinite goodness of the sunset, but it is just near dusk......"

"Here, Jiang Lao, it seems that you are embarrassed this time, this young man's calligraphy is really unsightly, his poems I see, plum blossoms......? What!" Liu Laole looked at Old Man Jiang hehehe, and a smile appeared on his face and turned out Chu Qing's poem, but when he looked at it for the second time, his eyes widened, and the whole person seemed to be in shock.

"What's the matter?What's the problem?Is the word so bad?" At this time, Xu Lao also felt strange, and also came over, "This...... This...... How can it be...... He wrote that?"

"Even if this young man's handwriting is very poor, it won't be like this, right? I'll see, well, it's very poor, but he can still recognize it, so he can recognize the words, right? Plum? Well, below...... What!" Old Chen also walked over and shook his head.

After reading it, Chen Lao was also stunned.

This......

This......

This Nima ......

This......

He opened his mouth, and was speechless.

It's true that the word is spicy eyes, but this poem, this poem......

Was it something that this young man wrote?

In the ......

Shocking!