In the past few days at Lin Wuwu's house, Lin Dongjun and Lin Xiuru are also decent, but every time Zhao Yi comes to play with Lin Wuwu, Lin Dongjun and Lin Xiuru will follow as explained by their mother, and the two are eager to fit in, but Zhao Yi either ignores them every time, or takes Lin Wuwu to get rid of them halfway, maybe this is the child's nature, always know what he likes and what he doesn't like.

In the blink of an eye, it has come to the day of the poetry competition. This poetry conference is a big competition every year, and the first place can get the flying flower order, and there is a chance to make a request within the scope of Wenmotang's ability, and it can also gain fame, which will be helpful for future scientific research. Lu Jiming actually didn't think that any students could get any rankings, mainly because he wanted students to see more knowledge, after all, there were many literati in this kind of conference.

"Welcome all literati to participate in this competition, this competition is in the form of throwing pots and poems, you can now see more than a dozen pots on the stage, there is a text at the bottom of each pot, and you have arrows in your hands, which one will look at the word at the bottom of the pot, and use it to write a poem. Well, the poetry conference is now on! ”

"I've never used this method before, and it's new." Guo Wendong stroked his beard, took the arrow in his hand and gestured at the mouth of the pot, and threw it in, but it just pressed on the mouth of the pot and bounced out.

Zhao Yi became interested when he saw this, took a few arrows, and threw them, hitting every shot.

Look at the master next to him, he hasn't been hit once after a long time, and Guo Wendong's beard is straight.

"Zhao Yi, this is not a martial arts training ground, how can you still practice accurately?" Guo Wendong was even more angry when he saw this.

"This little friend, do you want to write a poem about all these you have voted for? When I saw you from afar, I was shocked to find that your temperament was extraordinary, and I think that the literati and writers of the time must have really been poetical and bookish. The young man in charge of checking the words and reading the pot exclaimed.

"It's not... I..."Zhao Yi was speechless, listening to this young man's boasting, he didn't know the roots, he knew what level he was, and he might really float now.

Lin Wuwu chuckled at this scene, then took out an arrow and threw it gently, and the arrow fell steadily into the pot.

"It's the month." The young man who checked the words looked at the bottom of the pot, and then brought Lin Wuwu a pen and paper.

Lin Wuwu looked at this word and remembered the words that the Sympathy Moon Immortal Jun once leaned on the moon platform and said. Then write down a line of words: The bright moon is bright, the load is short, and I am in the court. (This is from Chen Jie of the Song Dynasty) and then handed it over to the scholar who collected the paper scroll.

At this time, Zhao Yi didn't know where to start with the pen and paper in his hand, scratched his head and scratched his ears and glanced at Lin Wuwu, and suddenly remembered that this was not an exam, and it was okay not to write, so he happily returned the pen and paper and came to Lin Wuwu's side.

Soon everyone handed over the paper rolls and sent them to several teachers in Wenmo Hall.

Above the high hall sat a boy of fifteen or sixteen, who stood out from the teachers next to him who looked to be fifty or sixty years old.

The young man was sitting precariously, his eyebrows and eyes revealing an elegant and easy-going temperament.

"This is Hao Jingyun, who won the champion at the age of sixteen, and was valued by the emperor of the dynasty, but he didn't expect him to be a teacher in Wenmotang. You need to learn from others. The second half of Guo Wendong's sentence was obviously said to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi pursed his lips, "To me for the future protector general, it's nothing remarkable." ”

"Stinky boy, you just dream about you." Guo Wendong obviously didn't believe that Zhao Yi's appearance of not only stinky farts but also no ink on his chest could be a general to protect the country.

"This verse is wonderful, I like it very much. The leader of this competition is this person. Hao Jingyun said to several other teachers.

Although several other teachers disputed it, saying that this could not become a poem at all, but this Hao Jingyun's background was too strong and he didn't dare to offend, so he had to admit it.

"This Lin Wuwu, I want to get to know her, judging from this poem, she is very free." Hao Jingyun smiled faintly.

"Everyone, the results have come out, and the leader of this competition is Lin Wuwu of Qihe Academy!"

"What kind of person is this Lin Wuwu? We'll have to make friends later. ”

When Zhao Yi, Guo Wendong and other classmates heard the news, Zhao Yi felt quite normal, after all, thousands of years of immortals can still have some knowledge? But everyone else was shocked, Lin Wuwu is knowledgeable, but she won this honor when she was only six years old, could it be that she is really a prodigy?

Lin Dongjun was a little jealous when he saw that his cousin was so good, but Lin Xiuru didn't have any attitude, and she didn't quite understand what it meant.

"Don't worry, you can give my brother a long face." Zhao Yi patted Lin Wuwu happily, just like he had won the first prize. Lin Wuwu smiled back, but he was a little nervous in his heart, Pity Moon Immortal, don't blame me, how do I know that this poem you wrote was taken care of?

When Lin Wuwu came to the stage, everyone exclaimed, and they all said "the reincarnation of the poet immortal" and "the birth of the prodigy".

Shixian is not, Xingjun can shout. Lin Wuwu thought secretly.

After receiving the Flying Flower Order, Hao Jingyun paced, "Hello, can you make a friend." ”

This is good, and it caused a burst of whispering, the successor of the future prime minister is going to befriend a little hairy head who is only six years old? Although this little hairy head is not weak, he is not so optimistic about Hao Jingyun.

Lin Wuwu was stunned, carefully observed Hao Jingyun from his head up and down, and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

Hao Jingyun was also stunned, "Why did you agree so quickly?" Don't you wonder why I want to befriend you? ”

"Because you're good-looking. For the rest, I'm not curious at all. ”

Zhao Yi was inexplicably nervous when he heard Lin Wuwu's words, touched his face, and confirmed whether he was also personable.

Hao Jingyun sneered when he saw this, and the previous silence and twilight were swept away, leaving only the brightness of a young man. "You're so funny."

"Okay, the game is over, let's go home and eat, let's go to my house to eat, my mother made delicious food today, let's take a walk." Zhao Yi hurriedly wanted to pull Lin Wuwu away.

"Okay, okay, why do you keep thinking about eating." Waving at Hao Jingyun counts as a farewell.

"Goodbye." Hao Jingyun said goodbye to these two energetic teenagers with a smile, he was actually a little envious in his heart, his family background and ambition made him a little young and old, and he lost the vigor and vitality of the children at this stage.

Since this poetry meeting, Lin Wuwu's reputation as a "young poet" has spread, Lin Wuwu accepted it calmly without blushing and heartbeat, Lin Zhaoqing and Wang Peizhen are naturally full of red light, but Lin Zhaoqing's second brother and sister Wei Ningdi is very dissatisfied at the moment and feels that Lin Wuwu is a waste of fame, then Lin Wuwu must be cheating, she doesn't believe that her son can't compare to Lin Wuwu, although she thinks so in her heart, but on the surface, it seems that she is still closer to the eldest brother's family.