However, after Qin Yi finished writing, he frowned, as if he felt that something was wrong, and after thinking about it carefully, he finally understood what was wrong. Then, Qin Yi made a move, crossed out the name of that line, and changed it to "Fixing the Storm from Autumn".

In the hall full of flowers, the young talents in front of the rows of tables were either bowing their heads in contemplation or chanting softly, obviously trying to think about how to write their poems for the sake of the third-class colored heads.

Like beautiful flowers, the moment of spring night is certainly fascinating. But all this has to be built on the premise of coming out on top. didn't let Liu Ruyan look up to poetry and learning, as Liu Ruyan, who was an artist but not a person, how could he easily fall in love with those young talents?

Qin Yi naturally didn't participate for the sake of Caitou, everything he did now was to make a name for himself. Who said that a poor family can't produce talents? Who says you can't read in a poor house? He, Qin Yi, wants to break this deep-rooted concept in the hearts of the children of famous families.

What's more, if people live in the world, if they don't fight for such a breath, wouldn't they live in vain? Qin Yi was a veteran in his previous life, and he understood what such a breath meant to him. That's a kind of respect, at least in the future, when you go out, you won't be pointed at by people and say that this is a poor ghost scholar of such and such a family.

The sound of "rustling" rang for a quarter of an hour, and it was made by many scholars who worked hard to write books and poems. Liu Ruyan sat on the stage in the center, caressing the suqin, the sound of the piano was melodious, but it was a little monotonous, as if it was conveying a certain emotion of Liu Ruyan

Suddenly, after a bell rang, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Many young talents, including Qin Yi, stopped the brush in their hands. Immediately, several glamorous and enchanting women walked past each row of tables and took away the silk books on them.

"Xue Gongzi, how is it written?"

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"Jia Gongzi, seeing that you are so radiant, you must have the confidence to win the first place?"

"I don't dare to say this! Everything has to be judged by the smoke girl! ”

Seeing that the poems on their desks were taken away, many young talents got up and communicated with each other. or talking about the artistic conception of poetry, or praising each other, or talking meat to each other, teasing the Qinglou women around them.

Naturally, no one came to deal with Qin Yi, these people had already regarded Qin Yi as air, and they were just waiting for the final result to be announced. Qin Yi is happy to be quiet, the so-called Tao is different, he does not conspire with each other, and he is not willing to deal with the children of these famous families.

Suddenly, the melodious sound of the piano came again, this time, it was no longer Liu Ruyan who stroked the piano by herself, but the maid who took care of her, playing the piano music. Everyone returned to their seats, staring at Liu Ruyan in the center of the stage, only to see that she was holding several silk books in her hands, slowly walking to the center of the stage, and waving her long sleeves attracted countless exclaims.

Those silk books are obviously poems that Liu Ruyan likes. Liu Ruyan's expression seemed to be full of intoxication, and it seemed that she was infected by the artistic conception of the poetry she chose, and a group of young talents couldn't help but look nervous when they saw this.

"The slave family has selected a total of five poems and recited them in reverse order, and at the same time, the slave family has also selected the best word, so that the maids can compose a song according to the meaning of the word."

Liu Ruyan still wears a white veil, which makes it impossible to see her face clearly, but it also arouses people's appetite even more.

"Jia Gongzi's "Mid-Autumn Festival", the moon sets ......, although the slave family likes it, but after all, it can't write the mind of the slave family. However, this poem is better than others, so the slave family rated it fifth! ”

Jia Gongzi, who was applauded earlier, couldn't help but flutter in his heart when he first listened to Liu Ruyan's roll call, but when he heard Liu Ruyan's last few words, he fell into the ice cave in an instant. co-authored this poem, but it was flashy, although Liu Ruyan could see it, but he didn't fall in love with it, which inevitably made Jia Gongzi a little upset.

Except for Qin Yi, the young talents also pinched a handful of sweat, and their nervous expressions jumped on their faces, but they didn't know who would write the remaining four poems. And they have understood that after today, the reputation of Jia Fugui and Jia Gongzi will spread.

Qin Yi sat in his place, didn't seem to care about these at all, just ate the snacks that had just been served on the table. It was already noon, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

In fact, this poetry and literature meeting, gathering young talents full of flowers, cares more about reputation. Those lottery heads, for them, are dispensable. Just imagine, if anyone can touch the heart of the beauty of Allure with poetry, doesn't that mean that this person has a very high literary talent?

"Li Gongzi's "Autumn Order", the beauty ......, artistic conception and emotion, are all in line with the mind of the slave family, but the writing is a little poor!"

"Zheng Gongzi's "Ruyue Order", twenty-three years ......, this is a poem, the slave family tried to compose the music, but there were some flaws and gave up!"

Liu Ruyan's voice came into Zheng Ping's ears, and then Zheng Ping's face became more and more arrogant, and the young talents around him also congratulated him more and more.

Qin Yi was still eating snacks, listening to these poems, but he couldn't help but nod. It's true that the sons of these famous families still have some level, but it's a pity that no matter how well they are written, they are not as good as the works of those famous artists in their previous lives.

"Xue Gongzi's "West Chu Qianqiu Yue" is not bad, but unfortunately compared with another son's, it is a little flawed!"

"Humph!"

As soon as Liu Ruyan's words fell, there was a dissatisfied voice in the field, and everyone followed the reputation, but the figure of that person was extremely familiar, it turned out to be Xue Gui in the Bailu Academy, who was deeply loved by Old Master Ke in the "A" school.

In other words, it is Xue Dagongzi, the author of "A Thousand Autumn Moons in Western Chu". His fame among this group of young talents, just like his in the academy, is not to be left behind. At this time, how could he be happy when he heard that he was not the first name?

"The Storm Comes from Autumn", since autumn, miserable green and red, the heart is a cocoa. On the wheat shoots on the moon, the geese wear pine belts, and they still press the incense to lie down. Warm and crispy, greasy clouds. We're tired of combing all day long. None of that. Hate Bo Qing is gone, and there is no music book. ”

"I didn't know it earlier. Regret the beginning、Do not lock the carved saddle。 To the chicken window, only with the brute paper elephant tube, restrained teaching and chanting. The town follows, don't hide. Needlework and thread sit with Yi idle. and me. lest you be young and your time will be wasted. ”

Liu Ruyan took the silk book and read it at first, but after reading two sentences, it was dancing lightly to the sound of the piano, and there seemed to be a little tear flashing in the corner of her eye.

This scene stunned everyone in the hall of the flowery building.

"Miss Ruyan didn't say who wrote this? Xu Gongzi, isn't it you? ”

"Zhang Gongzi, I see that you have been brewing for a long time, could it be that you wrote it?"

The young talents exclaimed, they were speculating about who wrote this poem that made Liu Ruyan so intoxicated. Even, compose this song into a song, and dance to the melody of the song. This really makes them jealous.

Qin Yi, the initiator, was still sitting there, very calm and calm, as if all this had been expected by him. In fact, this is a poem that has been changed by Qin Yi, and a few words in it have been changed by him, the purpose is naturally to fit the season at this time. Otherwise, it will not match Liu Ruyan's topic and be eliminated.

is worthy of Liu Yongda, a talented man who lingered in Fireworks Willow Lane in his previous life, but he didn't expect that the poem was changed by a few words, and he could still have such an artistic conception! At this time, Qin Yi admired Liu Yong more and more in his heart, if he hadn't written this poem, Qin Yi might not have won the first place.

"Who wrote these words? Is it so sincere? ”

"Graceful and poignant, even the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, I'm afraid it can't be compared!"

"What a genius!"

In the hall, the people who originally poured in from the street were all in admiration, and they, like those young talents, were also guessing who the person who wrote this poem was. After all, Liu Ruyan did not announce the author.

"Who wrote it? Stand up quickly, let's see, Miss Liu still wants to spend the Spring Festival with you! ”

"That's right, look at it like this, I'm afraid it's the son of a famous family?"

In the hall full of flowers, the sound of noisy and shouting, under the music of the piano, lasted for about two quarters of an hour. Unfortunately, no one has come forward and admitted that he is the author of poetry.

At this time, the expressions of the young talents have also changed, they know each other, they have communicated with each other, and they have guessed who the author of this poem is!

That's right, this person is Qin Yi, who was forgotten in the corner by them and ridiculed with words.

"How could it be him?"

"It must have been the one he copied!"

"Ben Gongzi, I don't believe that this humble person will have such literary brilliance!"

The eyes of the young talents had already moved to Qin Yi's seat, but what they saw was empty, except for the four treasures of the study room and the dim sum on the table, there was nothing else.

Obviously, there was no Qin Yi there, and people were stunned, they didn't know when this Qin Yi left.

"Why did you leave when you were still here just now?"

Liu Ruyan on the stage had stopped moving at this time. Her expression was a little lonely, and there seemed to be a few crystal tears in the corners of her eyes. Under the piano music, in the artistic conception, it seems that the words made by Qin Yi perfectly interpret her heart as a woman in the Qinglou.

It's just that when she suddenly turned around, Qin Yi had already disappeared from her eyes, how could she not make Liu Ruyan feel lonely?

"His name is Qin Yi? Zhong Yi Erlang of the Qin family? ”

Suddenly, Liu Ruyan seemed to have decided something, and ripped off the white veil on his face, and his beautiful face made the men in the hall full of flowers shocked and discolored.

Liu Ruyan raised her hand, ordered the maid to play the song she had just played again, cleared her voice, and sang the words made by Qin Yi again!