This level is so simple that it is a little rude, even the absent-minded Cui Wenjun frowned slightly, and his heart is really a joke, this is a fragrance master, not a scrivener, who picks words and writes quickly, it is better to pick words and write beautifully, and there can be a few words. Cui Wenjun thought like this, so she glanced at Baili Ling and Fang Wenjian, but she was still a little absent-minded, so although she had a whisper, she was also lazy to say more, and after a while, she turned her eyes to An Lan again.

An Lan glanced at the incense stick inserted by the maid in front of her, it was a seven-inch-long agarwood, which could burn for half an hour in a windless room.

At this time, the autumn wind outside was urgent, and even occasionally blew away the sound of silk and bamboo from afar, but the design of this nine-storied pagoda was extremely ingenious, and when An Lan came in before, he felt that the wind outside seemed to be unable to blow in, and as soon as the doors and windows were closed, even the candles in this hall did not move for half a minute.

In this way, at least there is a full half an hour, half an hour, more than 2,000 words, An Lan calculated in her heart, her heart sank slightly, the time is too short, she is afraid that she will not be able to finish writing. She has long been familiar with the Baixiang Spectrum, and she is confident that she will not miss a word, but half an hour, half an hour...... An Lan didn't look at the others, and after the incense was lit, she took the pen and dipped it in ink.

Others only knew that she was a fragrant slave before entering the Tianshu Palace, and she had no opportunity to touch the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, but they didn't know that after she entered the Tianshu Palace, she knew that the opportunity was rare, so she was hungry and thirsty for learning, even in Hegu for more than three months, she didn't dare to relax a bit. This year, the pen and ink she used may be the amount of Danyang County Lord and them for two or three years.

But, even so. She can't do it right now, and the speed of writing doesn't depend on any talent, but it really takes time to practice.

The county lord of Danyang, Fang Yuhui, Xie Lanhe, and the other four have been urged by the elders in the family to work books since they were children, and they themselves have worked extremely hard. Therefore, even if the hard work is slightly inferior to An Lan, the time they hold the pen is more than ten times that of An Lan, this speed. Naturally, it is faster than An Lan.

Even half an hour is a cramped time for them. But it's not impossible.

So, no matter what, this assessment is more aimed at her. It's just that they are very particular about the timing. So. Even Bai Guanghan can't object to this.

Although An Lan and the others were two or three feet away from the guests' seats, the guests couldn't see that what they wrote was wrong. But the speed of writing can be seen, and after a while, someone whispered: "That An Shixiang, it seems that the speed is much slower than the others." ”

"Except for her, the heirs of the Xiangdian are all stable and fast, you see that their posture of putting down the pen is pleasing to the eye, which is really unusual."

"No, look at the son of the Xie family, he has a little bit of Mr. Xie's demeanor at a young age."

"It's not worse than the young master of the Fang family, and I don't know if this Gongzi Xie is married."

"I want to pull the matchmaker so soon, in fact, the other sons are not bad."

"But that An Shixiang, I saw her when I was in Kou Meilin before, I really didn't expect that she has changed so much now, and I almost can't recognize her."

"In the end, the foundation is thin, it seems that tonight's incense master assessment, just the first one, she can't pass."

"Not this year, isn't there still next year, I just don't know if Mr. Guanghan will be disappointed, I really hope that Mr. Guanghan can reopen the Jinxiang meeting."

……

Half of the incense has been burned, but An Lan has only written more than 400 words, she doesn't know how others are, and she has no time to care how much others write, she only knows that if it goes on like this, she will definitely not be able to write before the incense burns out! Obviously, she can recite it backwards in her heart, but the speed of the pen just can't keep up, and in this hurry, she even wrote a wrong word, so she had to cross it out and write it again, so it was a little slower.

She seems to be able to hear her own heartbeat, really, she can't finish writing anyway, what to do!? But this is her battlefield, the topic is very fair, everyone is the same time, no one can be an exception, there is no skill to follow, and if you can't finish writing, you can't finish writing.

What to do!

She resisted the desire to look up at Guang Han, if she couldn't get the Xiangshi jade plate......

Finally, when she was lifting the pen and dipping the ink, she couldn't help but raise her face, but she still didn't dare to look at Bai Guanghan, but glanced in the direction of the incense.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose in the originally windless hall, and the inch-long incense ash fell suddenly, the cigarette smoke was blown away in an instant, and even the veil in the hall flew up gently!

The incense suddenly sped up, and before the guests could react, An Lan, Danyang County Lord and others had already tightened their hearts.

This gust of wind came suddenly, Bai Liling and Fang Wenjian glanced at each other, and then commanded to the side.

The attendants hurriedly went to check, only to find that a few windows that were clearly closed had somehow suddenly opened.

Fang Wenjian glanced at Bai Guanghan, but saw that there was no difference on his face, so he didn't say anything, but ordered someone to close the windows. But the strange thing is that after the window was closed, the wind in the hall had not stopped, and it seemed to be a little stronger than just now, and looking at the cigarette, it made people feel as if the air flow was circling around the incense.

"It's the window up there that's open." Baili Ling raised her head slightly and said with some surprise.

When the nine-storied pagoda was built, there was room for ventilation up and down, and the design of the windows was fully utilized to control the airflow, so when Baili Ling saw this situation, he guessed that someone was on it.

Fang Wenjian then frowned: "Who went up?" ”

Baili Ling looked at Bai Guanghan with a smile in his eyebrows, except for the people in the torture court, who else has this ability, but is he planning to break the jar? The little girl obviously couldn't finish writing, so he simply shortened the time so that everyone couldn't get through the guò level to force them to change the rules?

No, Bai Guanghan should know that even then they will not change the rules, Bai Liling gently shook the wine glass in his hand and looked at Bai Guanghan with interest.

Since he did not hesitate to use the power of the torture court, I am afraid that it will be difficult to close the windows of this nine-storied pagoda tonight, the wind has been blowing like this, and the incense will soon burn out.

An Lan looked at the incense, her face changed slightly, and then she turned her head to look at Bai Guanghan, because the hall was very quiet, so she also heard the conversation between Baili Ling and Fang Wenjian, and guessed that this sudden wind was what Mr. meant, but why did Mr. use this method to compress time?

The county lord of Danyang, Fang Yuhui and the others also noticed that the incense was burning faster, and their faces changed, and if it went on like this, no one would be able to finish writing.

Fang Wenjian had already ordered someone to go up and close the windows, but to no avail, the nine-storied pagoda had nine floors, the lower one was closed, the upper one was opened, the upper one was closed, and the lower one was opened again......

Bai Guanghan also looked at An Lan, his eyes were as indifferent as ever, but they seemed to imply something else.

An Lan paused, retracted her gaze, lowered her face, took a piece of paper again, picked up the pen, dipped it, and put it down again. (To be continued......)