"Mr. Xu and Mr. Nie are cousins, and he likes to travel as Mr. Nie since he was a child, so that Mr. Nie can bear the blame for all his outrageous behaviors."

"At the same time, because he is very talented like Mr. Nie, his appearance and Xiao mother are more like the Nie family than Mr. Nie, who also looks like Xiao Mu, so as long as you have seen the appearance of the Nie family, you will think that he is Mr. Nie." Prince Kun said.

"I see." Xiao Qiongzhi suddenly realized.

She smiled and said: "I remember that Prince Qiu, like us, participated in the three finals of the poetry competition at the same time: ancient style, quatrain, and rhythmic poetry. ”

"Now, two of the three judges are relatives of his family......

She deliberately didn't say the rest of the words, but just gave Prince Qiu a look that you understand, so as not to be learned by someone around her and cause unnecessary trouble.

"Haha, Zhi'er, don't you say, I haven't thought of this layer yet. As far as I know, Mr. Nie and Mr. Xu are very rigorous in their studies on the surface, but in fact, in their bones, they are very protective of their shortcomings. ”

"Although Dean Qiu just said that he would let the three old gentlemen comment on the poems in an anonymous way, my cousin has always respected Mr. Nie and Mr. Xu very much, and he must have often consulted them about poetry and articles."

"They must be able to recognize his handwriting, and it is estimated that the ancient style, quatrains, and rhythmic poems of this poetry contest will be him!" Prince Qiu immediately understood, and said to Xiao Qiongzhi in a low voice.

Xiao Qiongzhi shook his head: "This is not necessarily, I know Mr. Zheng, he is a very upright person, if Prince Qiu's poems are well written, he will give high marks, otherwise, it is still difficult to say." ”

"No, Zhi'er, you don't know Mr. Nie and Mr. Xu too well, they will definitely let Mr. Zheng score first in order to make my cousin the champion."

"Then, based on Mr. Zheng's rating, they also gave Mr. Zheng a low score for people other than my cousin, so as to ensure that my cousin could get the highest score." Prince Kun said very seriously.

Xiao Qiongzhi was a little skeptical, but she didn't argue with Prince Kun about this matter anymore, turned her head, and continued to pay attention to Qiu Qitong's next arrangements.

At this time, Qiu Qitong threw the shuttlecock again, and threw it again to the position of the four or five rows of people on the left side of His Excellency Yanyu.

The one who got the shuttlecock was still the man from the Jiangnan Martial Arts Academy.

He was pointing at Mr. Zheng and said, "This one is Mr. Zheng Yuan." ”

"Exactly! Reward Mr. Zheng with a painting and calligraphy, Mr. Nie with a calligraphy, and a bamboo flute made by Mr. Xu himself! ”

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Qitong turned around and asked a gentleman from Linfeng Academy behind him to take these things, come down from the upper floor, and deliver them to the man from Jiangnan Martial Academy.

"Tsk, it turns out that if you guessed the right person, you will get so many good things, I knew that this was the case, I would have gone to grab the shuttlecock!" Prince Qiu saw it in his eyes, was very envious, and muttered to Xiao Qiongzhi in a low voice.

Xiao Qiongzhi was silent.

In another world in her memory, she had seen many very skilled calligraphy, painting and various handicrafts.

In the palace and the prince's mansion, there are also Xiao Xuanliang, Xiao Zhenjia, Xiao Zhengzhen, and Xiao Jinjia gave her, and many of the famous calligraphy treasures, calligraphy and paintings and various handicrafts they collected.

Therefore, her vision and taste are all nourished, and she is not interested in Mr. Zheng's calligraphy and painting, Mr. Nie's calligraphy, and Mr. Xu's bamboo flute.

What she is more interested in is who these three people will judge as the champion of this poetry competition.

"Now that someone has finally recognized one of the three famous Confucians in front of me, then, I won't sell it."

"This one is Mr. Zheng Yuan from Chu State, this one is Mr. Nie Zhengrong from Dongliang, and this one is Mr. Xu Shizhong from Wei State." After Qiu Qitong got the prize from the Jiangnan Martial Arts Academy, he began to reveal the identities of the three old gentlemen.

Then, he took four large envelopes from the hands of a gentleman from Linfeng Academy next to him.

Inside the envelope, there was a large stack of poems.

He took one of the stacks of poems in his hand and raised it, saying, "In my hand, I now have three grades of our Linfeng Academy and Zhilan Academy, each with thirty copies each, and the original manuscripts of poems selected by me, Dean Qiu, and the gentlemen in charge of teaching poetry in Linfeng Academy and Zhilan Academy, from the last poetry competition. ”

Among them, ancient styles, quatrains, and rhythmic poems each account for ten. Based on these selected poems, we asked the bookstore under the Ministry of Industry to help us print three sets of identical poems in each of the three grades. ”

"Next, we asked three old gentlemen to review a set of poems in public, ranging from one point to ten points, and rate these poems respectively."

"Then Dean Chen of Zhilan College and I counted the total score of each poem according to the scores given to each poem by the three old gentlemen, and ranked the top 10 of the three grades of ancient style, quatrain, and rhythmic poetry. Everyone says, the public is not fair, okay? ”

"Fair! Good! Many students and people downstairs echoed loudly.

Everyone was very excited, because this method of judging does seem to be very fair.

Qiu Qitong immediately smiled with satisfaction, and divided the three unopened large envelopes in his hand to the three old gentlemen.

At the same time, several gentlemen from Linfeng Academy carried a large table to the windowsill together.

In addition, there was a gentleman from Zhilan Academy, who brought three chairs together.

The three old gentlemen sat down on the chairs on one side of the table and began to seriously rate the ten poems in their hands.

Prince Kun took the opportunity to whisper to Xiao Qiongzhi without words: "Zhi'er, I have handed over my poem manuscript to my cousin several times, and asked him to help transfer it to Mr. Nie and Mr. Xu, and ask them for advice. ”

"However, every time, the poems he got back were almost exactly the same comments from Mr. Nie and Mr. Xu."

"Oh, what's that criticism?"

"Five words: 'Talent is not enough'!" Prince Kun smiled bitterly.

Xiao Qiongzhi agreed with the four-word criticism of Mr. Nie and Mr. Xu in her heart.

Because in the letters that Prince Kun wrote to her in the past eight years, he would be accompanied by one or two small poems from time to time.

To tell the truth, even for people like her, who are not high enough to write and appreciate poetry, she really feels that Prince Kun's poems are indeed lacking in talent.

However, the truth is too hurtful.

She deliberately smiled disapprovingly, and said to Prince Kun: "They are spurring you, if you have no talent for writing poetry, how can you enter the poetry competition this time." ”

"That's right, I entered the poetry competition this time, but it was completely based on my own real talent, and since they commented on my poems for three consecutive years, in the past few years, I have not asked my cousin to send poems for their guidance."

"Moreover, I am still studying poetry very seriously, and there is still progress." Prince Kun was inspired and suddenly refreshed.

"By the way, Zhi'er, they have all read my poems, and they must know my words, you say, will they love Wu and Wu for my cousin's sake, and also rate my poems highly?" He asked wistfully.

"I don't know, I don't know them, I don't know who they are, I can't guess." Xiao Qiongzhi said softly.

In fact, in her heart, she felt that Mr. Nie and Mr. Xu were unlikely to be willing to give Prince Kun this face.

Otherwise, they would not have rated Prince Kun's poems as "lacking in talent" when Prince Qiu helped Prince Kun hand over the poems.

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