Chu Yu and Wen Jin, under the leadership of Wang Tan and Yan Ruo, finally came to the front of the stage, where they went through the formalities for the competition.

There, they met Wen Hao and Zuo Qingqing unexpectedly.

Wen Hao is wearing a gray-white brocade robe today, the brocade robe may be made of golden silk in the south of the Yangtze River, which is radiating brilliance in the sun at the moment, and Zuo Qingqing is also wearing a gorgeous dress of the same color today, with a high bun and a hairpin on his head, with a graceful and luxurious atmosphere.

The two of them stand together like a pair of golden boys and girls....

Once upon a time, they were also golden boys and girls in the eyes of the world.... Pity...

Chu Yu withdrew his gaze from looking at them, and there was no wave in his eyes. And at the moment when Chu Yu retracted his gaze, Wen Hao also looked in the direction of Chu Yu and Wen Jin.

Today, she and he are both wearing a purple brocade dress, bathed in the sun, they are talented men and women, they are so right.

Wen Hao's eyes narrowed, but he looked away for a moment.

The competition soon began, and the first round of the competition was about poetry. Write a poem with the theme of flowers, and the duration of the poem is the time of a stick of incense, and the winner will be judged by the final judges.

The judges for this show were three young and handsome men and a woman who seemed to be well-read and gentle.

According to the conversations of others that Chu Yu heard, she vaguely guessed that these three were the three famous sons in Jiangnan: An Yuanzhe, Han Yifei, and Lu Zhaoyu, but she didn't match the faces and names of these three people. However, the woman who is well-read and courteous is probably An Liangsu, a talented woman who is famous in Jiangnan.

Because the competition rules of the Hundred Flowers Club are that the one who wins the most items is the final winner, and if there are more than one winner in the end, another competition will be added to try out the final result.

Therefore, in order to win the final competition, Chu Yu decided to participate in every competition. Wen Jin has no objection to this, since she wants to participate, then he supports it.

Of course, Zuo Qingqing was also involved, and there was only one aisle between her and Chu Yu's seats.

"Sister Yu'er, I didn't expect you to come to participate in the competition?" Zuo Qingqing looked at Chu Yu with a smile on his face, and said with a strange yin and yang aura.

Chu Yu automatically ignored the yin and yang weirdness in her tone and said, "Yes, it's really a coincidence." ”

"Yes, what a coincidence. There is only one winner in the final competition of the Hundred Flowers Club, and I hope that Sister Yu'er will not be humble. Zuo Qingqing covered her mouth and smiled.

Chu Yu also smiled, "It's impossible to say who is humble." ”

While the two were talking, a young man who looked like a scholar struck the gong with a wooden stick, and there was a bang, accompanied by the loud voice of the scholar, "The competition starts now!" The duration is the time of one stick of incense. ”

Everyone wrote one after another, and Zuo Qingqing was no exception.

However, Chu Yu was not in a hurry, she first pondered for a moment, looked at the endless sky, and finally withdrew her gaze and wrote slowly.

When she finished writing, most of them had already finished handing in the answer sheets, Chu Yu felt very strange, could these people have guessed the question and prepared for it? It's so fast.

However, it is not excluded that someone has already thought about all the possible topics and then prepared the possibility....

However, none of this matters anymore, now it is the result that matters.

"My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness. Good! Good poetry! The whole text does not contain a word about plums, but the whole article is written about plum blossoms. Wonderful! The young man sitting second on the left picked up a piece of paper, read it down and praised it.

"Good poetry! Brother Yuanzhe, who wrote this poem? A man in white beside him asked with a sideways face.

An Yuanzhe flipped the paper over, glanced at the name behind it, and said, "Qiu Yu." ”

"Qiu Yu, this name is good, I think there are so many poems present, only this one poem can be called superior, although the others are well written, but I always feel that there is something missing. Brother Zhaoyu, Liangsu, what do you think? The man turned his head to look at the two people on the other side.

The man in the pale cyan brocade who was named was also Lu Zhaoyu nodded and said, "I also agree with Brother Yifei's opinion." ”

An Liangsu also nodded and said, "This poem is good, full of pure air and majestic atmosphere, and it is the most topical." ”

"Still, it's a good poem, you see." After a pause, An Liangsu picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it to them.

An Yuanzhe, who was beside her, took the piece of paper and looked at it intently, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, but he soon calmed down again.

"This poem is good, but compared to Fang Cai's one, it is obviously a little less atmospheric, I think Fang Cai's one is better." , An Yuanzhe pondered for a while and then spoke.

Han Yifei also took the roll of paper, looked at it a few times and nodded, "I also agree with Brother Yuanzhe's opinion, although this poem is delicate, compared with the previous one, it lacks a little pattern." ”

Lu Zhaoyu said with a smile, "Since this is the case, then this competition belongs to Qiu Yu to win." ”

An Yuanzhe nodded and said to everyone on the field, "I don't know which one is Qiu Yu?" ”

Chu Yu stood up, Qiu Yu was her pseudonym.

When several young sons saw Chu Yu dressed in purple brocade, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, and the woman in front of them had a thin and detached face, her hair was in a towering bun, and she was veneered with flowers, and a silver mask was particularly eye-catching.

"Your Excellency is Qiu Yu?" , Han Yifei was the first to ask.

Chu Yu nodded.

"I was quite surprised, I didn't expect that the person who wrote such a good poem turned out to be a woman." , Han Yifei had appreciation in his eyes.

Chu Yu smiled, "There's nothing to be surprised about, Beize|The folk customs are open, women can also enter the court as officials, and it's not strange that women understand poetry and literature, besides, isn't Miss An also knowledgeable?" ”

"Miss Qiu Yu, what I mean below is that there are very few women who can write such atmospheric poems, Your Excellency, you are the first, at least in the world I know, you are the first." , Han Yifei saw that Chu Yu misunderstood what he meant, so he hurriedly explained.

Chu Yu pursed his lips and smiled, with a little alienation in his eyes, "Han Gongzi is probably prejudiced against women, as long as there are mountains and seas in his heart, both men and women can write majestic poems." After that, Chu Yu glanced in the direction of Zuo Qingqing, and then said, "Of course, today's theme is flowers, but it has imprisoned many people's thinking, so it is understandable that everyone has not been able to write good poems." ”

"It seems that Miss Qiu Yu is a strange person who can break through the confinement of thinking." , Lu Zhaoyu said with a smile.

Chu Yu was noncommittal.

Although her words sounded very arrogant and conceited, not many people thought she was bragging, but thought she was humbling.

Maybe it's because of her indifferent and alienated extraordinary temperament.

Not surprisingly, Chu Yu's volume was recognized by all the judges.

After a competition, everything on the field was removed, and then a group of dancers came up and began their flower-scattering performance.

In fact, these dancing girls are very good, dancing gracefully, with both form and spirit, and fluttering clothes, but Chu Yu just thinks that they are simply scattering flowers, maybe she is not very interested in these.

Chu Yu and Zuo Qingqing sat on the side, and the two were only one aisle apart.

"Sister Yu'er, I never thought that you were not only good at the piano, but also excellent at poetry." , Zuo Qingqing turned his face sideways and looked at her with a smile, his expression was not different.

If Chu Yu didn't know that she was a person with superb camouflage skills, she would have thought that this Zuo Qingqing really appreciated her.

"Sister Qing'er is not bad, but she almost won the first place." , Chu Yu said lightly, there was no mockery on her face, but her words were full of ridicule inside and out.

Zuo Qingqing's face changed when she heard this, and there was a trace of jealousy and ruthlessness in her eyes when she looked at Chu Yu, but when she looked back, her expression returned to normal, and there was still a faint smile on her face.

There was a smoke of gunpowder between the two, and outsiders only felt that the atmosphere between the two was a little strange, but no one said anything.

Wen Hao sat on Zuo Qingqing's right side, and naturally heard the conversation between the two, but he didn't pay attention to it, and just drank tea lightly.

Others only saw him look cold and indifferent, who knew his inner tumbling? That woman, obviously separated from him so closely, seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and seas....

Wen Jin seemed to look in the direction of Wen Hao, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a thin smile.

Chu Yu noticed Wen Jin's gaze, thinking that he was looking at himself, so he glanced back at him, and it happened that Wen Jin withdrew his eyes looking at Wen Hao, so the eyes of the two met in the air, and after looking at each other for a long time, the two looked at each other and smiled.

After singing and dancing, the dancers left the stage, and soon a little girl brought up a brand-new Xuanseqin.

The piano was black throughout, and a little guy accidentally touched a string, and the piano suddenly made a deep and ethereal sound, Chu Yu was secretly surprised in his heart, this piano....

"Yikes! It's a mahogany! A man exclaimed at the sound of the harp.

"Mahogany?! It turned out to be a mahogany! It seems that the An family attaches great importance to this competition! Another man answered.

"Yes, there was no mahogany ..... in previous years"

......

Chu Yu listened to the discussions of the people around him, and he also had a measure in his heart.

This mahogany is famous in the south of the Yangtze River, it is second only to the green and streamer piano of a famous piano, according to legend, it is made by a famous craftsman, for so many years, the mahogany has been missing, but in the past year, it has suddenly appeared in Jiangnan, Chu Yu also thought about whether he could find this famous piano, but he didn't think that this famous piano was found by the An family.

In the piano test, the theme is still flowers.

The first to play was Miss Sun Yunxi, a well-behaved and gentle woman.