Huang Fuchen, who was sitting on the outside of the stage, couldn't help but look at the two of them.

He has been paying attention to the two of them since they came in just now, this woman, her body and eyes look very much like Xiaobai!

It's just that Xiaobai and his lover didn't hurry out of the city after they met? How could it still be here.

A pair of sharp eyes stared at the two of them from time to time, watching the interaction between the two, and for some reason, a wave of anger hit his heart.

Feeling Huang Fuchen's ill-intentioned gaze, Xuan Zhen turned his eyes and exuded a trace of coldness.

The eyes are facing each other, and the fire is shining.

The contest between the strong and the strong suddenly began.

Immediately afterwards, a servant placed a wad of paper on the table in front of each seat, as well as an inkstone of pen and ink.

Then everyone bowed their heads and began to write.

Bai Guanguan glanced at everyone, but didn't take a pen, she just came to join in the fun, and didn't want to participate in the competition.

Moreover, if she competes, she feels that it is too unfair to these talents.

She knows hundreds of poems by famous artists! Each is a famous sentence through the ages, and it will really be too much of a slap in the face.

Zhang Zhongqiu, the famous artist who brought her in, paid more attention to her since she came in, because her sentence was extremely charming, and it could be described as a quatrain.

Seeing that she didn't lift a pen, her brows furrowed, and she couldn't help asking, "Why doesn't the girl write?" ”

He saw that she was not nervous, and he had no intention of writing, couldn't she write?

Bai Guanguan was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Zhongqiu asking himself, and asked, "Do the people who come in have to write?" ”

She thought she could sit and watch the excitement.

Zhang Zhongqiu smiled and nodded, and said with a faint smile, "If you can't write it, you can not write it." ”

A little regretful, he thought that she had a heart for her, but he never thought that she couldn't write a word.

I have some doubts about whether the sentence 'The car is like a flowing water and a horse is like a dragon, and the flower moon is a spring breeze' was made by her.

Liang Feiye, who was beside Bai Wanguan, sneered, "I'm afraid that I can't write it because I don't have any ink on my chest!" ”

Bai Guanguan, who listened to it, frowned, and secretly complained in his heart, "Damn, I want to save some face for you, do you want to hit up?"

After thinking about it for a while, he picked up the brush and wrote.

Since you want to slap your face, then I'll give you this chance.

Bai Guanguan directly wrote several modern classic poems.

After writing, he wrote the number plate 49 on his desk in the lower right corner, and then put it on the table.

In a blink of an eye, he glanced at Liang Feiye on the left, looking arrogant.

Feeling Dao Baiguan's arrogant gaze, Liang Feiye turned his eyes to look at her, hurriedly covered his paper, and sneered, "What, do you still want to copy my poems?" ”

Bai Guanguan couldn't help but want to burst into foul language, and really wanted to go up and beat him.

I stopped looking at him and waited for him to slap him in the face.

Xuan Zhen, who was sitting on the right side of Bai Guanguan, was surprised again after seeing the poem she wrote.

These four poems, she actually wrote them at random!

He was surprised by what else he didn't know about what was in her head.

The first of these poems is a quatrain!

The famous Zhang Zhongqiu saw that Bai Guanguan was the last to start writing, but the first one to finish writing, as if he had finished writing without thinking, couldn't help frowning, and waved his hand to the servant next to him.

The servant stepped forward to Bai Guanguan's table, took the rice paper of the poems written on her table and handed it to Zhang Zhongqiu.

Getting the rice paper on which Bai Guanguan wrote poems, Zhang Zhongqiu couldn't help but admire when he saw the four poems there, "Very good, very good." ”

Then he handed the paper of Bai Guanguan's four poems to the other three people on the side.

One of them is Zhuang Mengxiao, a sage of Zhuang, one is Liang Guodong, a scholar, and the other is a famous Gongsun Yao.

Several of them are people with extremely high literary accomplishments, and they serve as examiners every year.

When I saw Bai Guanguan's four poems, I couldn't help but raise my head and look at her.

Seeing that she was holding her cheeks at this time, turning the brush in her hand, looking at the man next to her with a smile between her eyebrows and eyes, her thoughts seemed not to be above this poetry meeting.

Several people couldn't help frowning.

It is really surprising that she gave such four quatrains at such a young age.

Zhuang Sage Zhuang Mengxiao nodded again and again, these four poems written by her at such a young age are not as good as those of him back then!

At this time, all the people in the competition had written all the poems, and the servants stepped forward to take away all the rice paper of all the poems and sent them to several examiners.

Several people took a look at each other one by one! In the end, Zhuang Mengxiao picked up the one on the side and said loudly, "After the assessment of the four of us, the winner of this poem is No. 49. ”

Everyone was amazed! Look at Number Forty-Nine in the blink of an eye!

I saw that the woman was looking at the man next to her with a smile on her face, as if she hadn't paid attention!

Wei Chihan and Huang Fuchen looked at Bai Wanguan and looked at the man beside her with a smile on his face, his eyebrows were full of friendship, and he couldn't help frowning.

Xia Chun, who was on the side, was startled when he looked at the eyes shooting around, and hurriedly reminded, "Girl, what about you." ”

"Ahh

Bai Guanguan turned his eyes to look around, and saw that the people around him were looking at him, and he was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?" ”

Why are you looking at her? Does she have flowers on her face?

Hearing Bai Guanguan's words, the sage Zhuang Mengxiao's face changed, but he still smiled, "Girl, did you write these four poems yourself?" ”

He didn't believe it, these four quatrains were written by a woman she was very young.

Bai Wanguan nodded, didn't they look at what she wrote? This can still be faked!

Seeing Bai Guanguan nodding, Zhuang Mengxiao nodded, picked up the rice paper and read.

Yongmei:

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone;

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Wing Chun:

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Yongliu:

Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down;

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Yongxiang:

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

After Zhuang Mengxiao finished reading these four poems, there was a cheer below.

"Okay."

Lin Xiaoxiao, who was in the middle of the first row of seats, turned her head to look at Bai Guanguan, her brows furrowed, in the past, she was the best one to write! I never thought that there would be an extra woman today.

It's just that those four poems are really good, and she will never be able to write them.

I couldn't help but have a look of jealousy on my face.

Zhuang Mengxiao looked at Bai Guanguan and exclaimed with a smile, "These four poems are quatrains, and even I can't write such famous sentences." ”

I secretly admired in my heart, it is really better than blue!

is so talented at a young age, if she is a man, her future is limitless.

Liang Feiye, who was teasing Bai Wanguan just now, heard Zhuang Mengxiao finish reading those four poems and heard his praise, and his face changed suddenly.

The fair-skinned face was a little embarrassed, and just now he said that she had no ink on her chest, and it was really a slap in the face that she could write such four famous sentences through the ages at this time.

Xia Chun in the back couldn't help but admire, "Girl, you wrote so well." ”

At this time, he finally saw that she had other advantages besides eating, which really surprised him.

Still a little nostalgic for these four poems, Zhuang Mengxiao couldn't help but ask again, "Girl, in what realm did you write these four poems?" ”

These four poems can be written at will under such circumstances, which is really surprising and surprising to him.

Presumably, her realm is excellent enough to endow these four poems.

Bai Wanguan's veiled handsome face flushed, but he replied lightly, "Just now, I suddenly felt it!" "I felt a little embarrassed in my heart.

These poems are all modern famous sentences, she just used them for reference, and she didn't write them, although she was thick-skinned, but she still wanted to be faced.

Zhuang Mengxiao nodded and announced the result directly, "This poetry competition is the leader of this girl, and the next thing is the word." ”

Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Mengxiao opened a big subtitle behind it again, which read: 'One Seven Orders, Yongshan'.

continued, "The theme of the word is Yongshan, and the writing requirement is one seven orders, starting with one word, and so on, until seven words and seven lines.

When you're done, remember to write your desk's number plate in the bottom right corner. ”

Then everyone began to think about it and write it, because it is more difficult, so it has never appeared in the previous competition, this time the competition of the word is a seventeen order, everyone can't help but wrinkle their eyebrows, there is no confidence in their hearts.

And Bai Guanguan still turned the pen in his hand, looked at the man next to him, and admired the master's handsomeness in his heart.

Looking at his handsome face, I really want to go up and take a bite!

Xuan Zhen felt Bai Wanguan's scorching gaze, and also turned his eyes to look at her.

The four looked at each other, and a sweet breath poured into the two of them.

Xia Chun and Xia Qiu behind him couldn't help but roar in their hearts.

O Master!

Can we pay attention to the next occasion?

Seeing the two of you like this, I want to marry a daughter-in-law.

After the competition of the poems just now, the four examiners paid special attention to Bai Guanguan, and when they saw her and the man's eyes facing each other, they couldn't help coughing, frowning and reminding, "Girl, don't you write?" ”

Bai Wanguan didn't hear it, he was still immersed in Xuan Zhen's gentle eyes, and he almost kissed him.

Liang Feiye, who was beside him, turned his eyes to look at Bai Guanguan, and when he saw her and the man looking at each other, he couldn't help but complain in his heart, he was really ashamed to be like this with a man in public.

Glancing at the eyes around him, Xia Chun reminded again, "Girl, you write!" "Didn't you see that the four examiners on the stage are staring at you tightly, and you are still a nymphomaniac at this time.

Bai Wanguan turned his head to look at the four examiners on the stage, and when he saw that they were all looking at him, he frowned, and picked up his pen to write.

The other people in the competition saw that Bai Guanguan had no intention of writing words at the beginning, so they picked up the pen and wrote, and they were a little anxious.

Bai Wanguan finished writing in three or two clicks, put the pen aside after writing, and didn't dare to look at the master anymore, it didn't feel good to be a nymphomaniac in public.

Seeing that Bai Guanguan finished writing, Xuan Zhen looked down, and a trace of amazement appeared in his eyes again.

17 orders are the most difficult in poetry.

I didn't expect her to be able to write without thinking, and I loved her even more, and I was a little glad that she was sent to Huici'an at that time, met him, and saved him.

Seeing that Bai Guanguan had finished writing, Zhuang Mengxiao nodded to the servant beside him, and the servant stepped forward and took the paper in Bai Guanguan's hand and walked to the stage again.

Liang Feiye, who was on the side of Bai Wanguan, finished writing when he saw her, and couldn't help but blush, what is the origin of this woman.

At first, I didn't write, thinking that she wouldn't, but I never thought that she would write so quickly and so well.

Seeing the words written by Bai Guanguan, Zhuang Mengxiao couldn't help but nod and praise, "Good, good, good." ”

Three good words in a row, so that the people below were surprised again, wouldn't this word also be the leader of that girl!

It wasn't until everyone finished writing that the servant collected everyone's papers, and after the four people on the stage reviewed them one by one, they nodded again, "This word competition is also the leader of the forty-nineth." ”

Everyone couldn't help but look at Bai Guanguan, but they didn't expect her to be so powerful at such a young age.

Then Zhuang Mengxiao read, "Fushan:

mountain

Towering, looping.

On the sea, among the white clouds.

Shang Lao is looking deeply, and Xie Gong is far away.

The ancient rock spring is dripping, and the bird in the valley is closed.

The tree island is connected to Longsai in the west, and the sound of the ape is in the south.

The world only looks to the hairpins for the old, and the grass is empty and the elk is idle.

"Okay." As soon as Zhuang Mengxiao's voice fell, everyone applauded again.

17 orders are more difficult, never appeared in the poetry club in the past, and today it appears, I never thought it would be so good to write.

Hearing everyone's applause, Bai Guanguan's face turned red again under the face towel and didn't say anything.