A brand new bag was hung at the bottom of the wooden frame, obviously the most inconspicuous position, but at this time it attracted everyone's attention - it was the eighty-second bag. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Jun Linghua, who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, watched with satisfaction that the bag was hung up, and sighed loudly with unfinished emotion: "I don't know - who will be the lucky one who draws this eighty-second question?" Let's wait and see." ”

- We'll see!

Bai Shan'er, who was sitting next to her, was almost rude again.

For three whole days! She and those old scholars of the Ministry of Rites had been arguing for three days before they decided on these eighty-one questions, a whole eighty-one questions! After pondering and pondering, she was dizzy! Was she easy! Obviously, everything was just going on step by step, and everything was fine, but she killed Jun Linghua halfway!

If it weren't for the presence of all the emperors and queens, Bai Shan'er would have exploded on the spot!

…… That's it, one in eighty-two, one in eighty-two. Even if the next few rounds are less than 5% of the chance, how dark is this to draw this eighty-second question?

I guess it's no problem to quit my sister.

Bai Shan'er's self-comfort kung fu was first-class, so she relaxed and set her eyes on Luo Xiaoci in the field.

Luo Xiaoci is looking unloved.

But she is in no mood to complain about Jun Linghua now. What could have been carried out step by step was the most feared change, but now there is an inexplicable eighty-two more questions, and she is very nervous.

Luo Xiaoci put all his mental power into prayer: never eighty-two, never eighty-two......

However, there are more than eighty-two moths.

Three drums were beaten, and the essay began in a tense atmosphere.

The first to draw lots was the daughter of a scholar who drew a lot from the wooden tube as if she were facing a great enemy.

"Luo Yuke, seventy-three!"

Gao Gonggong went to the wooden frame and took down the corresponding title: "Seventy-third, Rain Lane." Miss Luo is invited to compose a poem with the theme of 'Rain Lane' within the time limit. ”

……

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone, wandering in the long, long, and lonely rainy alley, I hope to float by, a lilac-like, grumbling girl. ”

――Dai Wangshu, "Rain Alley", People's Education Edition, "High School Chinese (Compulsory 1)"

……

"-Poof. ”

In the stands, Bai Shan'er squirted out a mouthful of tea.

Peat. What the hell is this "Rain Alley......"? Isn't it modern poetry? That's not what she had in mind? No, it's probably probably written by her. I can't remember when she wrote it?

Could it be that she thought about the topic at the back at that time, and almost collapsed, and thought of the title of the text, so she put it directly?...... Ashamed, ashamed.

She looked up, and unexpectedly ushered in Luo Xiaoci's gloomy, unwavering gaze.

Luo Xiaoci: ...... Can you do it, Sister Shan?

Luo Xiaoci turned her head with an expressionless face, why did she start to feel that this Hundred Flowers Banquet was unreliable?

Soon it was Luo Xiaoci's turn to draw lots.

"Lord Jinyun, please vote. ”

Luo Xiaoci stared nervously at the wooden tube handed to him, took a deep breath, and reached out and pulled out a wooden skewer.

Five-nine. Not eighty-two.

But Luo Xiaoci did not relax because of this.

"Fifty-ninth, wine. Please make a poem with the theme of 'wine' within the time limit of the half-pillar incense of the county lord of Jinyun. ”

After confirming that the title was not a modern poem that popped out of that Yangda, Luo Xiaoci was relieved.

Then it went very well, Luo Xiaoci first meditated hard and thought of a transparent enlightenment, and finally called an aunt to help her write on the grounds of hand pain.

After all, her calligraphy ...... Not very much.

Luo Xiaoci read "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" all over again.

"Good poem, good poem! This poem is like clear water out of hibiscus, it is really heavenly. This poem turns step by step, becoming more and more strange, but it does not deviate from its origin, the emotion is deep and graceful, and it has a unique charm. It's a gem. An old gentleman from the Ministry of Rites twisted his beard and said.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Lord Jinyun does have a rich and wonderful imagination, novel ideas, ups and downs and reckless naivety, and profoundly brings the plot of the wine moon to the extreme. "Needless to say, it's Bai Shan'er who is memorizing the Chinese answers of the college entrance examination.

Luo Xiaoci couldn't help but wonder if Bai Shan'er had also read the appreciation behind the text when she came up with the question.

Unexpectedly, he received unanimous praise, including receiving an approving glance from Yeda, Luo Xiaoci was in a good mood, and he still had a deep hidden skill and a famous costume on his face, and he looked light.

But there is still one that has been missing the point.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. This ......" As soon as Jun Linghua spoke, Luo Xiaoci began to be nervous again.

After all, how to describe the feeling of this Jun Linghua today......

Dogs can't spit out ivory.

I saw Jun Linghua "this" for a long time, turned his head to look at Ye Tianchen, shook off the folding fan and mocked: "Lord Jinyun's poem is full of loneliness, isn't he complaining about His Royal Highness King Zhao's neglect? His Royal Highness King Zhao, how can he leave Lord Jinyun alone to drink alcohol? His Royal Highness King Zhao is busy on weekdays, and he shouldn't snub the beauty." When the time comes, the beauty will be discouraged, and the gains will outweigh the losses. ”

Luo Xiaoci: "............"

Ye Tianchen: "............"

is a good poem, but it has changed its flavor when Jun Linghua said it.

Many of the girls who had not left the pavilion at the banquet blushed when they heard it.

"-Linghua!"

The queen glanced at Jun Linghua reproachfully again.

“……”

Ye Tianchen's face also quietly climbed an uncomfortable crimson. He held back for a long time, and said coldly: "Don't work, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is bothered." ”

After he finished speaking, his gaze turned to Luo Xiaoci.

…… Only he felt that this poem was not like that made by the woman.

After all, judging by past experience...... He didn't think that her wine was so good that she had the leisure to enjoy the moon and flowers after getting drunk.

……

Smoothly entered the second round.

The topic that Luo Xiaoci drew this time was "Bright Moon", there was no difficulty, back to back, and successfully passed the superb evaluation.

entered the third round, and there were only ten noble girls left, including Luo Fei and Lian Yining, and Luo Xiaoci is now ranked first.

If nothing else, she should have no problem getting the first place in the literary exam.

Luo Xiaoci is in a good mood, everything is perfect, and the only small flaw now may be that she is sitting between Lian Yining and Luo Fei.

"No one has drawn the eighty-second question yet......" Lian Yining's eyebrows were full of worry, "I don't know what kind of question it will be......"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" There was a cough from Luo Fei's side.

Luo Xiaoci turned around, only to see Luo Fei raising his hand to cover his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, his forehead was oozing with sweat, and the raised hand was trembling in a slight arc.

"Luo Fei, are you okay? If you can't hold on, go and rest, don't be reckless. Luo Xiaoci suspected that Luo Fei would fall to the ground in the next second.

Luo Fei shook his head and smiled sweetly at Luo Xiaoci: "It's okay." Probably just because I was too nervous last night and didn't have a good rest.,It's good to slow down.,Thank you sister for your concern.。 ”

Luo Xiaoci didn't say anything more.

At the beginning of the three rounds of drawing, a wooden cylinder was handed to Luo Xiaoci.

The last round is over, and Luo Xiaoci can clearly hear his heartbeat in his ears.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath......

Luo Xiaoci took a deep breath, closed his eyes and reached out to draw a stick.

The light wooden skewer seemed to become heavy in his hand at this time, Luo Xiaoci took a deep breath again, opened his eyes, and turned the wooden skewer over.

Two vermilion words came into Luo Xiaoci's eyes:

Eighty-two.