The sun pours on the earth, the shadows of the trees on the ground are swaying, the yellow orioles keep chirping on the branches, but the Wenqu Garden is not as lively as it was at the beginning, and in the whole garden, there is only the sound of insects and birds, and the literati in long robes are sitting on their desks and writing words.

At this moment, the papers that had been written had been brought by the servants to the table of the five judges on the stage.

The competition of the Wenhui is still very fair, among the five judges, as long as three think it is good, then it will be over, and finally after the three incense sticks are burned, thirty characters will be selected, and the owner of these thirty words can enter the next round of competition.

"Hehe, look at this picture, I think you can go directly to the next round."

"This painting is not good, it looks okay on the surface, but it is obviously not enough, it is empty, and it lacks momentum."

"I think this painting in my hand is good, look at it."

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The five judges kept making a fair evaluation of these words on the stage, in order to prevent favoritism, the names on these papers were folded by the servants at the moment, and the five people sitting here were all highly respected people, so they naturally would not take the initiative to uncover them.

"Zhao Su, you see that the incense is almost burned, you don't go up?" Jing Zetian asked on the side, at this moment, the incense on the small incense burner has been burned twice, and now it is the last incense that is burning, and the white cigarette is gently drifting towards the sky.

At this moment, among the hundreds of people in Wenqu Yuan, there were about 100 people who went to compete.

"Your Highness, let's go together." Zhao Su knew that it was time for him to play, and couldn't help but straighten his chest. Today, his father is also here, and he can't lose his people no matter what, Zhao Su thought in his heart.

"I'm waiting for your words, I don't have any money with me now, and you'll give me a cushion in a while." Jing Zetian was waiting for his words, in fact, he had long wanted to play, but he usually didn't have the habit of bringing money, and Qiu Xiang, who brought money, was sitting on the roof.

“。。。。” Zhao Su didn't say anything, and directly paid the money to Jing Zetian, and the two walked to the table and sat down together.

Zhao Su's appearance attracted the attention of the judges on stage.

"Lord Zhao, your son is also coming to participate in the competition today, I'm looking forward to it." Ji Fang said to Zhao Chongde with a smile.

"Hehe, this little guy, I didn't even notice him just now." Zhao Chongde replied with a smile, and didn't say anything, he was still very assured of his son's ability, and at the same time his eyes glanced at Jing Zetian in the field, although Jing Zetian didn't know him, but he had seen Jing Zetian on many occasions, and he had only seen it in the court a few days ago, and when he saw his son and Jing Zetian together, he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart.

Kong Xiang on the side only had Jing Zetian in his eyes at the moment, and he was thinking in his heart whether the personal student he had just accepted would surprise him in calligraphy.

Jing Zetian's heart was very calm, without the excitement and nervousness of the other participants in the competition, nor the confidence that filled his chest like Zhao Su, as if he was writing in his own palace. Sitting on the mat, the right hand picked up the brush on the table, spread the rice paper neatly with one hand, and wrote the twelve words on the rice paper without the slightest pause directly under the pen, after signing, he took a deep breath, and then blew this breath to the paper, dried the ink on the rice paper, and then got up and left.

Zhao Su looked at the empty mat next to him with a sluggish expression, Jing Zetian and he were basically seated together, he had just calmed down and was about to pick up a pen and write, Jing Zetian had already left. Zhao Su was interrupted by this, and began to calm down again, picking up a pen and writing.

"Qiu Xiang, why did your Highness finish writing so quickly, there are so many literati who have competed today, none of them are as neat as your Highness." Li Shishi asked curiously.

"Shishi, don't worry, our Highness's calligraphy is very powerful, but compared to His Highness's words, His Highness's painting is the most powerful." Qiu Xiang proudly touted her highness.

"You won't lie to people, the six princes fight so badly, and the way of calligraphy and painting is also very powerful, how is this possible." Yang Zhanfei, who was on the side, heard Qiu Xiang's words and said with a suspicious expression.

"Hmph, wait and see, you'll know in a moment." Qiu Xiang was very dissatisfied with Yang Zhanfei's suspicions, put her hands on her chest, pouted, and looked at the arena angrily, waiting for the final result.

"Hey, that boy just now was really interesting, he finished writing it so quickly, I don't know how to write it." Liang Luowen, the head of Wenqu Garden, who had been quiet for a long time, said in surprise.

"Hehe, I'll find out in a moment." Zhao Chongde took the words with a smile, and was not in a hurry to tell Jing Zetian's identity.

It's very lumpy, the last incense stick has been burned, and the servants are no longer allowed to enter the field, and at this moment, there are eight literati such as Zhao Su who are burying their heads in writing.

Jing Zetian really didn't understand, he just wrote a few words, as for spending so much energy?

Soon, Zhao Su walked out of the venue after writing, walked to Jing Zetian's side, patted Jing Zetian on the shoulder, and said excitedly: "Your Highness, just now I felt that I played extraordinarily, and I had never written such beautiful words before." ”

“。。 Just writing a word, as for being so excited? Jing Zetian replied helplessly.

With Zhao Su leaving, there was no one in the field, and the judges on the stage were carefully commenting on the last batch of words.

"Come, look at this painting, majestic, vigorous and powerful, it is a rare masterpiece among so many characters today, you can take a look.

"Yes, I've passed it here."

"Well, yes, I've been here too."

"I also have a picture here, judging from the handwriting, it is a little immature, but it reveals a sense of vitality everywhere, which makes the old man can't help but think of his younger self."

"Well, indeed, I've been here."

"I've been here too."

Zhao Chongde looked at this character, and at a glance he could see that it was his son Zhao Su's words, and he gave it directly without thinking about it, and his son would definitely support it.

At this moment, the five judges on the stage, except for Yan Shigu, the other four are all judging these different fonts with great interest. Yan Shigu was immersed in a pair of characters, the font of this character had an unusual beauty, and when Yan Shigu saw this character, he fell into it.

Liang Luowen, who was beside Yan Shigu, noticed his abnormality, lightly touched Yan Shigu with his arm, and asked suspiciously, "Master Yan, what's wrong?" Why don't you comment on it? ”

Liang Luowen reawakened Yan Shigu, and Yan Shigu, who had reacted, patted his forehead and said embarrassedly: "I was careless and immersed in this painting just now, and I forgot the current occasion." ”

"Huh? It can immerse you, a master of calligraphy and painting, and let me appreciate it. Liang Luowen hurriedly looked at the words on the table of Master Yan's ancient table.