The hall was silent.

I only heard the Oiran dance read in a delicate voice: "Ten thousand trees are frozen and want to break, and the lonely roots are warm and alone." In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night. The wind is fragrant, and the birds are glamorous. If you respond to the law next year, you will be the first to look at the spring platform. ”

After reading it, everyone in the audience was quiet for a while.

After tasting it, there were bursts of applause and admiration: "Good poem!" Good poetry! ”

"Miss Wuyi, I don't know who wrote this poem?"

Someone asked.

Oiran smiled, her eyes were full of autumn waves, and she glanced at the rice paper in her hand again, and said: "This work is temporarily ranked third, and it is made by Song Zixi, a young lady of the Song family." ”

"Huh! It's Miss Song! ”

"This poem has a clear language and a clear idea, it is a rare good poem, but it is only ranked third?"

"Miss Wuyi, don't sell it, read the following two songs quickly!"

The faces of the people were full of surprise, and they all talked and urged.

Song Zixi stood with the girls who had just been upstairs, with a smile on their faces, and said "very satisfied" with their mouths for being in third place, but in fact, they were a little unconvinced, looking at the stage, waiting for the next two songs.

Several other girls next to him were also fighting for it.

Window position.

Qin Weimo said softly: "Brother-in-law, Zixi's poem has actually been written very well. If it is a poetry meeting, you may be able to win the first place. But today ......"

Speaking of this, she turned her head to look at the young man beside her, smiled with beautiful eyes, and said softly: "There is a brother-in-law here today,"

Before Luo Qingzhou could reply, a cold snort suddenly came from next to him: "I'm still here today!" ”

The corners of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he continued to look at the stage.

Qin Weimo also hurriedly withdrew his gaze looking at him, quietly stuck out his tongue, and also looked at the stage.

Song Ruyue had a cold face and glared at the two fiercely.

At this time, under the coaxing and urging of everyone in the audience, Oiran Maiyi on the stage finally began to read the second work.

"Wash the true state of makeup, not lead flowers. A branch outside the bamboo is slanted, thinking of a beautiful woman, the weather is cold and the sun is twilight. In the courtyard at dusk, there is nowhere to be fragrant, the wind is fine, and the snow is drooping, not to mention Jiangtou Road. ”

As soon as everyone heard it, they knew that this was a small word with a word card for the mountain stream.

There is also the lower que.

Wu Yi paused for a moment, and continued to read in a coquettish voice: "The shadow of the moon is sparse, and I dream of the place where the soul is gone." When the plum wants to be yellow, it must be made, and it will rain delicately. Lonely Fang I, there is sorrow for the supply of love, weight loss, Dongyang also, let me ask if the flower knows? ”

"Good words!"

As soon as Oiran's words fell, there was an old gentleman in a Confucian shirt in the audience, clapping his hands and praised: "The pen and ink are beautiful and euphemistic, and the brushstrokes are delicate, which not only sighs the pride of the plum blossoms, but also expresses the author's appreciation for the noble plum blossoms...... Good words! This word deserves to be the first! ”

Everyone else tasted it and praised it.

"Miss Maiyi, who made this word?"

Someone asked.

Wu Yi said with a smile: "This word was made by the son of Su Jiang'an. ”

"Sure enough! As soon as I heard the taste of this little word, it was none other than Brother Su! ”

A scholar laughed.

Many people's eyes looked at the handsome man in the crowd in a long shirt with a melancholy expression.

He is the famous Su Jiang'an in Mocheng, and he often looks melancholy.

It seems that everything in this world makes him unhappy.

I heard that even if you go to the Qinglou to have fun with a woman, you will look sad.

"Miss Wuyi, Brother Su's song is the first place?"

"If it's this one, we're really convinced."

"Brother Su's talent, we are convinced. This little poem is indeed a masterpiece. ”

The crowd spoke out.

Window seats.

Song Ruyue couldn't help but snort coldly in her mouth, and the corners of her mouth showed a touch of disdain.

Qin Weimo turned his head to look at her, with a smile in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Mother, this poem is indeed a masterpiece, don't you like it?" ”

Song Ruyue rolled her eyes and ignored her.

On the stage, Oiran Maiyi said with a smile: "Wait a minute, everyone, there is the last song, which happens to be a small poem." After the little woman finishes reading, it is not too late for everyone to come back to talk about it. ”

"Read! Read! ”

Some of them can't help it.

Everyone was amazed, could there be a better work than this one?

Su Jiang'an's eyes were also firmly fixed on the stage.

Wu Yi spread out the rice paper in her hand, looked down at the pen and ink on the paper, her eyes showed a touch of amazement, paused, Fang Qingsheng read: "Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring." It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches. ”

As soon as Shangque came out, everyone in the audience quieted down.

The momentum came to the face, and the picture came into being.

This word is not simple!

Wu Yi paused and continued: "Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring...... When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

As soon as the next que came out, the entire hall was silent.

Several respected old men in the literary world in the background have just read this poem, and they have already praised it, and when they heard the Oiran read it out, they were touched in their hearts, and they all recited it silently in their hearts, with mixed feelings.

The words are not gorgeous, but they have their own blood-stirring momentum.

In just a few sentences, it makes people's hearts surge, and they are full of pride, and it is difficult to calm down for a long time.

When everyone listened, they all felt their own excitement.

"Good words! That's a really good word! ”

The old scholar who was still praising Su Jiang'an's poem just now had a shocked expression on his face at this time, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Miss Wuyi, tell me quickly, who made this divination operator?" Those who can make such amazing words are absolutely extraordinary! ”

The others were also impressed, amazed, and full of praise.

Even Su Jiang'an, who had a melancholy face, couldn't help but hit his palm with a folding fan in his hand, and praised in a low voice: "Good words, good words......"

Those talented girls also looked at each other one by one, and whispered excitedly.

"I don't know who can make such good words!"

Just when everyone was amazed and discussed, in the window position, Song Ruyue snorted coldly in a low voice.

Qin Weimo turned his head to look at her, and said with a slight smile: "Mother, brother-in-law did it, don't you like it?" ”

"Huh."

Song Ruyue snorted, and said with a cold face: "It's going to be done, so-so." ”

Qin Weimo pursed her lips, turned her head to look at the young man next to her, and said in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, my mother is complimenting you." As long as the mother says these two words, she is convinced. ”

"Humph! What are you muttering about sneakily again? ”

Song Ruyue snorted coldly.

Qin Weimo couldn't help laughing, didn't dare to say more, and looked at the stage.

And in the corner of the hall, Tang Jiasong had a lost expression on his face.

On the stage, Oiran Maiyi announced the answer with a smile: "The author of this fortune operator Yongmei is named Yuemo. After the discussion of several seniors in the background, in this first competition, this word should be the first, I don't know if you have different opinions? ”

"Yuemo? Who is this person? ”

"Miss Wuyi, this song is the first, and we are naturally convinced. Not to mention that this competition is the first, even if it is the whole competition tonight, I believe that this song is also the absolute first! It's just that I don't know who this Yuemo is? Have we ever heard of this person's name? ”

"Yes, Miss Wuyi, we don't know if it's a man or a woman."

"Listen to the name, it should be a woman. Tsk, this woman is not simple, I don't know if it's from our Mocheng or from somewhere else, this talent is by no means unknown! ”

Everyone was talking excitedly and curiously, urging Wuyi on the stage to tell who and where that person was.

Wu Yi had no choice but to raise the rice paper in her hand and said to the audience: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out and let everyone know?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately fell silent.

It turned out that Oiran didn't know who the other party was.

Everyone turned their heads, you look at me, I look at you, and they all looked for it in the crowd.

Who will it be?

But no one in the hall responded.

Wu Yi had to say loudly again: "Miss Yuemo, can you come out for a while?" In this first competition, you won the first place, according to the rules, you should go on stage and say a few words. If you are inconvenient to come out, you can send a maid or someone else to the backstage, and several seniors want to see you, is it okay? ”

The hall was silent.

Everyone looked at each other.

After a while, there was still no response.

"It's not like you're done writing this song and leaving, is it?"

"Quite possibly, it's possible that I'm going to my room to rest."

Seeing this, Wu Yi had to put away the rice paper in his hand first, and said, "Wait a minute, the little girl has to go backstage first." ”

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

In the hall, it suddenly became noisy, and they were all guessing who the Moon Mo girl was.

And at this time.

Song Ruyue, who was in the seat, couldn't help but quietly crack the corners of her mouth.

Qin Weimo didn't dare to tease her anymore, and her eyes were full of smiles.

At this moment, a girl in a long blue dress walked over with a smile on her face.

Qin Weimo saw her and said in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, Zixi should have guessed it." ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at the girl who came over.

Song Zixi walked over, first looked at him deeply, Fang greeted Song Ruyue respectfully, and then walked next to Qin Weimo, and said in a low voice: "Weimo, what you did is still ......"

With that, she glanced at the young man next to her again.

Qin Weimo smiled and said, "I don't know." ”

Of course she wouldn't admit it.

In the crowd, only Tang Jiasong knew it in his heart, but he kept silent.

"I know it's you anyway."

Song Zixi smiled and said in a low voice: "Weimo, if it's your brother-in-law, tonight is a good opportunity." If he becomes famous and gets to know the seniors in the literary world behind him, the road in the future will be much easier, and there is no need to continue to hide. Do you want him to be an unknown and despised son-in-law for the rest of his life? ”

Qin Weimo didn't speak, and looked at the young man beside him softly.

Luo Qingzhou also looked at her.

The two looked at each other, and immediately staggered.

Qin Weimo retracted his gaze and said softly: "Zixi, that word was not made by my brother-in-law, you misunderstood." ”

Seeing this, Song Zixi smiled, didn't say anything more, patted her little hand and said: "Whatever you want, continue to hide it, anyway, it's your brother-in-law, not my brother-in-law, if he is looked down upon, it's you who feel distressed, not me." Let's go, don't bother your sister-in-law and brother-in-law. ”

After saying that, he left with a smile.

Qin Weimo's cheeks flushed slightly, and he glanced at the figure next to him.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the stage, as if he hadn't heard this ridiculous sentence.

At this time, Oiran Maii walked up to the stage and announced the start of the second competition.

Then the crowd fell silent.

Tang Jiasong frowned, hesitated in the crowd, struggled and thought for a long time in his heart, but still clenched the folding fan in his hand, his heart was horizontal, and he walked towards the mother and daughter of the Qin family with a hard head.

When Luo Qingzhou saw him coming, his body moved, and he approached Miss Qin Er, cutting off his sight.

Qin Weimo saw it in his eyes, his willow eyebrows moved slightly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and the water in his eyes rippled.

But this subtle expression was still discovered by Song Ruyue, who was keenly on the side, and sneered in a low voice: "Look at you." ”

The girl bowed her head, her eyelashes drooped, and her face was slightly red.

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