In Wenqu Yuan, in addition to the five judges on the stage who are relaxed and comfortable appreciating a variety of different fonts, the audience in the audience is holding different mentalities, participating in the competition, worrying about their own results, anxiously waiting for the results, and those who are purely watching are full of curiosity about the results.

After Liang Luowen saw the words on the ancient table of Yan Shi, he was also attracted by the beautiful font, "Good words, one stroke, look at it like a horse stepping into the air and leaving the dust; It is like a dragon flying in the sky, coming from nothingness, and returning to the void, I really look forward to which great talent wrote this word. Liang Luowen couldn't help but praise.

The demeanor of the two of them attracted the other three judges, and when they saw the writing on the table, they couldn't help but praise it.

"Judging from this character, the master who wrote this character, the way of calligraphy is above me." Yan Shigu said seriously.

"Huh? None of the people in today's competition are more than twenty-five years old, and it would be too terrifying to surpass Master Yan at this age. Ji Fang said in surprise on the side, he could only appreciate the words to the extent that they were good or not, and he couldn't see it at a deeper level, and Yan Shigu had this ability among those present.

"It's true, I'm very interested in the person who writes the letter, have you chosen it, let's find out the results quickly." Yan Shigu, who had always been unwavering, had a hint of anxiety in his tone at the moment.

"Guo Chun, these thirty paper rolls are the people who passed the first round, you go and arrange for a display." Liang Luowen instructed Guo Chun in the audience.

Guo Chun is very capable of doing things, arranged for the servants to catch thirty paper rolls, and first asked people to carry out all the tables and cases in the field, and the open space in the entire square appeared in front of everyone's eyes again, making everyone have a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

After the table and mat were cleared, sixty more servants came to the open space, and in groups of two, they stretched out thirty paper scrolls, one of them holding one side, and in this way, the font on the thirty paper scrolls was very clearly presented in front of everyone's eyes.

The people in the field were in a commotion again, and many people jumped up and down, wanting to see the fonts in the field.

Soon, some of the people in the field were full of joy, and some looked lost, obviously these are the people who participated in the competition just now, and they are naturally happy to see their words, and naturally disappointed when they can't see them.

"Your Highness, that is my word, haha, I know that I can still live with my ability." Zhao Su said happily on the side.

"Well, congratulations." Jing Zetian calmly congratulated on the side, and he also saw his words on it, so he no longer paid so much attention to the situation in the field. Instead, he looked up at Li Shishi on the roof on the side.

Although I've known her for less than a day, why do I always want to take a look at her when I'm fine? Jing Zetian was a little puzzled in his heart, but he couldn't control his body and thoughts, and he couldn't help but think of Li Shishi.

"Let's unfold the signature." Zhao Chongde commanded.

When the servants in the field heard the command, they immediately unfolded the folded part of the side, revealing the author of each letter.

"Haha, there is mine, there is really mine."

"There is also mine, I have entered the next level, and I am one step closer to Liu Yanran."

"Hey, I didn't have mine this time, I didn't expect that there would be so many calligraphy in today's Wenhui so beautiful, and I have to practice it after I go back."

"The same content, the same is the official book, put together, it is easy to distinguish the advantages and disadvantages, this time I Wang Mou lost the heart of the mouth."

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The participants in the competition were talking to themselves or telling each other their feelings and feelings.

Yan Shigu on the stage saw that the name on the paper scroll was unfolded, and hurriedly walked to the word that made him unforgettable at a glance, and saw the author's name 'Jing Zetian'.

"Hey, is it His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince?" After Yan Shigu saw the name, he said to himself in surprise that he knew the name of the sixth prince. After seeing the name, he didn't stay anymore and returned to the stage.

No one outside the field cared about Yan Shigu's movements, they were all immersed in different fonts, absorbing the advantages of others.

"Well, do you know who wrote it?" Liang Luowen, who was on the side, asked curiously when he saw Yan Shigu coming back.

"Hehe, let's move on to the next round." Yan Shigu said with a smile, looking mysterious, and did not directly answer Liang Luowen's question.

Liang Luowen had no choice, suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and directly instructed Guo Chun: "Let's start the second round." ”

"Ahem! Okay, if you see your paper roll in the field, please go directly to the field and start the second round of the competition, and the servants will step down. Guo Chun directly and loudly arranged.

The servants quickly rolled up the paper roll again and exited the field, and those who passed the level walked into the field one by one, including Jing Zetian and Zhao Su.

"Shishi, you see, our Highness has entered, and I know that our Highness will definitely be fine." After Qiu Xiang saw Jing Zetian enter, she excitedly shared her joy with Li Shishi, and at the same time glanced at Yang Zhanfei with her spare eyes.

Yang Zhanfei is not angry, he is a big man, he is not too bad to get along with a woman, and he is still the woman of the prince, but he worships Jing Zetian even more in his heart, he is worthy of being the man who defeated me Yang Zhanfei, and it is not ashamed to lose to him, Yang Zhanfei thought to himself.

Soon, there were thirty people standing in the field, most of them were around twenty years old, only Jing Zetian and Zhao Su and two teenagers were in their teens.

The thirty of them attracted the attention of all the people in the audience, some admired, some curious, and some amazed. Especially when they saw Jing Zetian and the other four young people, they all let out an exclamation.

The people in the field all stood with their heads held high, their faces were full of pride, Jing Zetian was not special at this time, he stood no matter how others stand, he was by no means unique.

"The content of the second round of the competition is poetry, the five judges on our stage, each choose a theme, you thirty of you compose poems, the time for each question to compose poems is the time of two incense, each question selects the best one from you, directly enters the final round, five questions select five to enter the final round of the competition, the rules are like this, let's start the competition." Guo Chun continued to talk loudly about the rules of the game, it was really difficult for him today, in the era when there were no horns, the sound output was all about roaring.

The people present heard the second round of the competition, and they all whispered below, poetry comes from ancient times, after so many years of evolution, to the era of Dahua, the development of poetry has been very perfect, as for the word, it is still in the embryonic stage.