On the square of Wenqu Yuan, Zhao Chongde got up and hugged his fist at the people in the field, and said seriously: "Zhao Chongde, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, today's Wenhui is the first of this year's spring, my Dahua has basically calmed down the civil strife not long ago, and now it is the time for me Dahua to employ people, and you are the pillars of my Dahua's future. After Zhao Chongde finished speaking, he waved his hand magnanimously and signaled for the competition to begin.

After hearing Zhao Chongde's encouragement, the young people below were all enthusiastic at the moment, and they couldn't wait to show their talents.

"Your father's eloquence is okay, simple and simple can lift your spirit." Jing Zetian praised on the side.

"That is, my father's knowledge is no worse than that of a doctor who is too learned." Zhao Su was also very proud when he heard others praise his father.

"Look at your beauty, are you still participating in the competition?"

"Huh?"

"You're going to sit on the roof and compete with people? Aren't you afraid that your dad will hit you with shoes? ”

"Oh... Oh yes."

"Let's go, let's go down quickly."

Jing Zetian and Zhao Su quickly asked and answered, and after speaking, they began to get up and prepare to go down to the square.

"That Shishi, Qiu Xiang and Yang Dazhuang, you watch from above, Yang Dazhuang, you take care of them." Jing Zetian said to the three of them, there are many people below, and they are good here.

"Your Highness, don't worry, with me Yang Zhanfei here, it's no problem." Yang Zhanfei was afraid of his chest, and he didn't mind Jing Zetian calling him Yang Dazhuang.

"Come on, you two." Li Shishi cheered on the side.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the square, because there is an age limit for this competition, so there are already servants in the square planning site.

An open space had been cleared under the rostrum of the square, and the crowd was blocked out, and the servants brought out sixteen tables from the attic, and placed them neatly on the open space, and laid out the mats by the way, and then the servants brought a wooden fence and set up the middle field, leaving only one entrance.

The old man Guo Chun just now was directing the work of the servants, and soon, all the preparations were ready.

Guo Chun pulled his voice and said loudly: "The Wenhui will now start the first round of the competition, and the content of the competition is calligraphy. The development of writing has a long history, the style of the book is different, now the mainstream text of my Dahua is the official book, this competition will be subject to the official book, all the talents present, according to the requirements of the princes on the stage, write the text, and finally they selected 30 people for the second round of the competition. ”

Guo Chun has obviously presided over many cultural meetings, so he is free to collect and release on the field, and arranges the cultural meetings in an orderly manner.

This time, in the first round of calligraphy, I was very sure, Jing Zetian on the side thought to himself. The content of the competition is different in each meeting, but the mode is still similar.

"Haha, Your Highness, I still have confidence in calligraphy, and I believe that I will definitely be able to enter the second round." Zhao Su said happily.

For Zhao Su's full interest, Jing Zetian is really incomprehensible, just with his father sitting there, with his level, it is still very easy to get a good ranking in this literary meeting.

At this time, on the stage, Guo Chun took a piece of rice paper and spread it in front of Yan Shigu's table, dipped a brush in the ink on the inkstone, and then handed the brush to Yan Shigu, signaling him to write a few words.

Every time there is a calligraphy competition, Wenquyuan will invite contemporary calligraphers to judge, and there is also a calligraphy master inscription as the subject of the competition.

Yan Shigu knew the process of the Wenhui, so he directly caught the brush, lifted the long sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, and held the brush with his right hand. After thinking for a moment, Yan Shigu stood up, hunched over, and wrote on the white rice paper, 'If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you think without learning, you will die.' ’

"Good words, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and it is subtle." Zhao Chongde, who was on Yan Shigu's side, couldn't help but praise when he saw these twelve words.

"Yes, Master Yan's painting is at its peak, and his calligraphy is not inferior." Dr. Ji Fang, a doctor of Taixue, carefully observed these twelve words.

"Haha, Lao Yan, how about sending me this painting when it's over later." Kong Xiang on the side couldn't help but say loudly.

"You're not ashamed, we're not embarrassed to ask for it directly, but you spoke first." Ji Fang said dissatisfiedly, and from the tone of voice, it could be seen that he and Kong Xiang were relatively familiar.

"It's not that I don't let you want it, I'll speak first, Lao Yan, it's so decided, it's all mine." Kong Xiangcai didn't care so much, he still didn't let it, and shouted one after another.

"Old man Kong, I really can't do anything about you, how many calligraphy and paintings have you taken from me? Hey, forget it, it's for you. Yan Shigu said helplessly, obviously he knew Kong Xiang very well, and he had a good relationship with Kong Xiang.

After Kong Xiang heard Yan Shigu's promise, he sat back in place with satisfaction, and looked at Ji Fang with an unconvinced face, but Ji Fang was much more polite than Kong Xiang, and he didn't argue about anything, but took advantage of this moment to carefully appreciate the calligraphy, in order to learn something.

Guo Chun saw that Yan Shigu had already written, and then ordered the servants to set up a long board and hang Yan Shigu's painting on it.

"Okay, Master Yan's words have been hung on it, all the talents present, if you think your handwriting is good, you can go forward and give it a try, in order to avoid some untalented people indiscriminately filling the number, bringing unnecessary interference to the progress of the literary meeting, so those who participate in this round of the competition need to pay a cost of 500 yuan according to the old rules, okay, now I feel that my level is good, you can start to enter the entrance to try, try the time of three incense sticks, light incense." Guo Chun stood on the stage and said loudly the rules of the first round, and at the same time, the incense was also lit by the servants.

Although 500 yuan is not much, it is also a large expense for many people, this rule not only reduces the expenses of Wenquyuan, after all, the current paper is not cheap, and it also shortens the time of the competition.

When the people in the venue heard Guo Chun's words, most of them heard the five hundred yuan, and they all stopped the idea of participating in the competition, knowing that their strength was not good, and they would give money if they went, but there were still some people who did not give up and planned to go in and give it a try.

Soon, several literati gave the money to the servants guarding the field, received the paper, and walked towards the table in the field, where the brush and inkstone were already prepared.

These literati sat on the table and glanced at the sentence written by Yan Shigu, they all memorized this sentence in the Analects, calmed down, and wrote this sentence in their own handwriting on rice paper one by one. The people watching on the field were also very polite and silent, for fear that they would make a strange noise and disturb the people who were competing.

Twelve words, signed with their respective names, it took only a dozen breaths, and soon someone finished writing and left, standing outside the venue waiting for the final results.