The sun is setting in the west, and in the Wenqu Garden, people's mood does not lose their passion with the sun setting in the west, but with the progress of the competition, the mood is very high.

Jing Zetian looked up at the sky, the time was getting late and late, he had to hurry up, otherwise it would be too late to go back, and it would be more troublesome to go back to the palace.

Guo Chun appeared in front of everyone's eyes again, his face was a little tired, but his spirit was very full, and his mood was also good, I saw him smile and said: "Congratulations to the five of you for being able to go to the last round, even if any of you fail to come out on top in the end, I think after today, your demeanor in the Wenhui will spread in Hua'an City." ”

The literati in the field, especially the young ones, heard Guo Chun's words, their eyes were full of envy, and the Wenhui was a good opportunity to brush up their reputation. In this era, prestige and fame are sometimes more important to the literati than life. Jing Zetian's purpose in participating in the Wenhui is much simpler, purely to add points in the heart of his goddess.

The young women who came to the Wenhui opened their beautiful eyes and carefully looked at the five people on the field, Zhao Su and Jing Zetian were naturally ignored because they were too young. In addition to feeling the atmosphere of the following meeting, the main purpose of the women's participation in the cultural meeting is to find a wishful spouse, after all, those who can enter the cultural meeting, except for Yang Zhanfei, a very small number of cheaters, the others come in by strength.

"The third round of the competition is difficult to say, easy to say simple, you can give full play to your best skills, such as calligraphy and painting, poetry pairing, ancient music playing...... As long as it is the skill that the literati need to master, the five judges will choose the best one from your final work as the first class of today's literary meeting, the time is the time of five incense sticks, you have to hurry up, give you a stick of incense time to prepare, you need musical instruments and other tools can ask the servants to give you them, these things in my Wenqu Garden are quite complete. Guo Chun straightened his face and said the content of the last round of the competition, and as soon as his words fell, a stick of incense was lit in the small incense burner.

Jing Zetian heard Guo Chun's words, stood in place and began to ponder how to deal with this game.

'Poetry and songs give me a lot of brains, calligraphy and painting I seem to be very powerful, I can't do it in ancient music, and it's no problem to be a pair, which one to choose? It's not good to have too much ability and be too powerful, forget it, let's be more tidy, so it's absolutely stable. Jing Zetian thought tangledly, there is a big killer weapon of the joke, this round he is really true, and he is not ashamed of stealing the knowledge of the ancients in the previous life.

After Jing Zetian made up his mind, he called the servants over and carefully ordered what they needed, and after the servants heard what Jing Zetian asked them to prepare, they looked at Jing Zetian with a strange face, but after seeing Jing Zetian's serious face, they still honestly followed Jing Zetian's instructions to prepare.

"Your Highness, you decided so quickly?" Zhao Su asked suspiciously, he was still entangled, and he didn't know what to choose.

"Well, you guys think slowly, I'll save time and start first." Jing Zetian said with an oath.

The servants were very quick with their hands and feet, and after a while, the things that Jing Zetian needed were ready and placed in the field.

At this moment, in Wenqu Garden, except for Jing Zetian, everyone else looked at Jing Zetian with a surprised expression. In their opinion, the last round is very important, and they should think carefully before acting, but they didn't expect that this preparatory incense was lit for a while, and Jing Zetian started.

"Qiu Xiang, why is your Royal Highness about to start writing so soon, I don't know if he is calligraphy, painting or poetry?" Li Shishi asked suspiciously on the side, becoming more and more curious about Jing Zetian in her heart, Jing Zetian brought him a lot of surprises today.

"Huh? Our Highness will definitely win this last round of poetry, and our Highness will have a lot of things, these are just things that are convenient for him. Qiu Xiang said with an innocent face, although he is older than Li Shishi, he has been accustomed to Jing Zetian since he entered the palace, and has always maintained his innocent and lively nature.

"Oh? Can you tell me about what Your Highness will do now? Li Shishi said curiously, and a woman's natural gossip heart began to beat.

"Eh, your Highness doesn't want me to talk nonsense, it's better for you to ask our Highness about this matter." Qiu Xiang's big eyes turned around a few times in her eyes, and she didn't answer Li Shishi's question, she was worried that she had accidentally said too much, and Jing Zetian would punish her if she found out.

The two beautiful women were chatting happily, and Yang Zhanfei on their side was sitting on the roof with his chin in his hands at the moment, looking from the back, as if he was concentrating on watching the competition in the field, but from the front, the eyes of this product were closed, the nose was blown by the breeze, and the snot flowed out naturally, he was really not interested in this kind of literati competition, at the beginning, because of the first time, he was full of energy, after the warm sunshine bath, and in his opinion, the hypnotic competition, directly fell asleep.

Jing Zetian stood in front of the table, and did not rush to start moving, but thought of a person in his mind, this person was Li Shishi, who he fell in love with at first sight, he was ready to continue to pretend to the end in the last round, and at the same time find a way to bring a different touch to his goddess, after his careful consideration, he decided to use a sketch to draw Li Shishi, which not only showed his painting skills, did not delay the competition, but also allowed Li Shishi to understand his mind euphemistically, no matter what Li Shishi thought in his heart, But when a girl sees someone else painting a portrait of herself, she will definitely not be too angry in her heart, provided that she paints it better.

After Jing Zetian deeply engraved Li Shishi's face in his mind, he slowly opened his eyes and picked up the charcoal stick and knife on the table, these things were prepared by the servants just now, which was why the servants wondered just now.

Jing Zetian was very skillful in sharpening more than a dozen charcoal sticks one by one with a knife, and he had to process the charcoal first, otherwise he would not be able to put pen to paper.

Jing Zetian's actions once again attracted the attention of everyone on the field, and he really couldn't understand what Jing Zetian was doing.

At this time, the other four people also began to tell the servants to prepare things, and Jing Zetian's first action brought them a lot of pressure, and they all thought that Jing Zetian had a killer weapon to keep.

"Huh? Your Highness, is this going to sketch again? Qiu Xiang saw Jing Zetian skillfully cutting charcoal, and said to herself, and at the same time, the sketches that Jing Zetian had drawn naturally appeared in her mind.

"Qiu Xiang, do you know what your Highness is going to do?" Li Shishi, who was on the side, keenly caught Qiu Xiang's words and hurriedly asked.

"Well, Your Highness is going to paint, I can't remember what it is, anyway, Your Highness is very good at painting." Akika said what she knew.

'Drawing?' The talent of this sixth prince is so remarkable, why hasn't it been revealed before? Li Shishi thought puzzled.