Cheng Yangyang hurriedly walked a little farther away and squeezed towards the crowded ring.

"Big brother, what are you doing here? It's so lively?" asked Cheng Yangyang, holding a passer-by who was watching the excitement.

The eldest brother didn't even look at her, and his eyes were reluctant to leave the stage, "Competition, you can't see it!"

She saw it, and she wasn't blind, she just didn't understand why there was a ring next to the competition, was the organizer angry or the civil and military fighting, and what were they fighting for? Is there a reward for winning?

Cheng Yangyang asked a sweaty man next to him again, who was more patient than the big brother just now, and explained the matter clearly to her.

"This, it's the attention of our four princes, I heard that it is to relieve the boredom of the people in the capital, while composing poems, there is a reward for winning the competition, and the prince is happy to write poems, and there is also a reward."

Hearing this, Cheng Yangyang's first reaction was: Rich people really know how to play!

Compared to this, the last summer game was a small fight, this is a real fight, and a lot of blood has been spilled in the ring.

"Big brother, do you have any requirements for composing poetry?" "She can't fight, but she can try to compose poetry."

"Then what are the requirements, poetry and songs, as long as the prince says it is good!"

This kind of unasked is the most difficult, it all depends on the preferences of the four princes, and there is not even a key point, but what does that prince look like?

Cheng Yangyang couldn't squeeze inside, she walked around the crowd several times, but she didn't see the legendary four princes sitting at the yamen.

Forget it, isn't it just to compose poetry, she can't, and she has already memorized the nine-year compulsory education.

Cheng Yangyang walked up to the ring on the left where the poem was recited, and there were two officials guarding the steps of the ring, blocking her way.

"What the hell!"

"I'll go up and compose a poem", Cheng Yangyang pointed to the stage, looking serious.

"Poetry?" the two officials glanced at the pork she was carrying, and looked like she was joking, "Little girl, look at the excitement over there, there are no women up there."

"Is it because the prince stipulates that women are not allowed to go up to compose poems?" Didn't he say that there was no requirement? Why are you not allowed to go up now?

"This ......"

The two officials showed embarrassed expressions, they didn't expect Cheng Yangyang to ask this, but it didn't seem to have said no.

"Wait, little girl, I'll report it," said one of the officials, and today the prince and the nobles of the capital are there, and they dare not make a big deal out of it.

Cheng Yangyang didn't care, she stood in the shadows under the ring, pricking up her ears and listening to the group of people on the stage reciting her own poems.

After a while, the official who went to report came back and signaled that she could go up, and Cheng Yangyang strode forward, about to face a group of men on the stage, and she was not afraid at all.

Cheng Yangyang lifted the tulle and appeared in the ring, whether they were watching the game, writing with a pen, or looking up allusions in the book, when they saw a woman coming in among them, they all looked at her curiously.

"This ......" Seeing the pork in her hand, everyone couldn't understand it even more.

"This is what the adults promised," said the official under the ring, raising his head and saying to the people on the ring.

"Everyone, please advise!" Cheng Yangyang smiled at them in a friendly manner.

But they still looked her up and down with suspicion and rejection, turned back and continued to do their own thing, and no one paid attention to her.

Cheng Yangyang shrugged and didn't care, she found a position where she could see the game, and the fighting and killing did not arouse her interest, but it was the nobles sitting in the center who attracted her attention.

Sitting in the center, there are five people with maids and servants around them, and the one sitting next to him wearing an official uniform looks like the local magistrate, and the other four are all dressed casually, but they are still extravagant.

The man sitting in the middle was dressed in white, and the patterns on the clothes were not clear to Cheng Yangyang, but he could see that his belt was black, and his long hair was half-tied, fluttering gently with the wind.

looks very handsome, with his lazy temperament, it's terrible!

If it weren't for the fact that they were so defeated that they held this money-burning game just for fun, Cheng Yangyang's favor towards them would not have diminished.

"Ah, look, it's really a woman", a man sitting on the main seat pointed in the direction of Cheng Yangyang with a fan, and teased the man next to him.

Just now, the official came to report that there was a woman who also wanted to write poetry, but they still didn't believe it, and now they are a little surprised to see Cheng Yangyang.

"Children of the rivers and lakes, why not", the man called Ah Huan had not yet spoken, and a man in dark red clothes next to him spoke first.

"That's it", the other person also echoed, "this is not the capital, there are not so many rules".

"Tsk, that's a good word, but if the girl hadn't written a poem, it would be too boring," said the man who spoke first, and they wished that the girl would write poetry.

What Cheng Yangyang, who was observing the center at this time, didn't know was that several people in the center were also talking about her.

From the news she heard in the melon-eating crowd just now, and the conversation she heard on stage, Cheng Yangyang almost understood the rules of this competition.

It's that there's a fight over there, and there's a poem based on what the fight is about, and if there's a poem, you can recite it during the intermission in the ring on the right, and if there's no poem, then there's a fight all the time.

According to the information provided by the people who eat melons, the people who compete there are all people in the rivers and lakes, and people from the imperial court, as long as they have official positions, no matter how big or small, are not allowed to participate.

This game for recreation is also a temporary idea, there are not many people in the rivers and lakes, and the people in the game are not heroes, more are passing by with darts, or coming from nearby, the nursing home in the city or something, and they can compare with some martial arts, there is nothing to see.

More of the highlights are in the ring on the left, but the people in the town don't know, they all go to the ring on the right to watch, only a few people in the center have been looking at the left here.

From the morning competition to now, most of the day, none of the group of poets can get the reward, but the competition is here, one wins at a time, and many people get the reward.

If it weren't for the sudden arrival of a woman on the side of the poet, they might not be interested in reading it any longer.

Isn't it just the rivers and lakes, what's so difficult.

Cheng Yangyang, who suddenly thought of something, suddenly felt that this was no challenge at all, she turned around and stepped off the stage, carrying the pork and leaving.

"It's quite self-aware", someone on the stage said after she left.

"She's just leaving?" The two officials guarding the stage looked at Cheng Yangyang's crisp back and felt inexplicable, this was finally a trip, and he left without doing anything?

Not only did these two officials feel a little pity, but the few men sitting in the center also felt a pity when they saw Cheng Yangyang step down, and thought she could have any good poems!