A few days later. Champion Wenhui.

After that day, Tang Xiaoxi went to another garden, and really carved a talisman for the little prince, and in order to please him, he also specially carved it into the shape of a tiger talisman. As a result, he collected it quite quickly, but after collecting it, he still had the face of a dead man who was not close to the deputy living.

She was a little timid, so she wittily learned to learn from Chen Haoran's drunken stupidity, and was ready to liven up the atmosphere, but she was kicked out after learning a sentence, and she didn't have time to say what she should say.

After all, he was still counting on her to get the Five Elements Demon Pill, so Tang Xiaoxi was angry and ready to take the shelf, but he didn't expect that Xuan Shaozhan, the stingy ghost, had never sent someone to call her.

Meow, it's really angry just thinking about it!

In the open-air courtyard, Tang Xiaoxi was sitting as a special lady, watching the people of Badou Academy walk in one after another, each of them, she would take a closer look at their facial features, but what was disappointing was that there was not even a little eye-catching.

Until a flash of cyan flashed in her sight, her mind was a little dazed, and she stared at him subconsciously, and the first thought was that this face was good...... After a joy, he found out that he was Gu Wenyi.

Gu Wenyi also noticed her gaze, glanced up, smiled and nodded at her.

The eyes around immediately shot over, Tang Xiaoxi ignored them, still staring at them, someone kept whispering in her ear, she didn't have to listen, she knew what they were saying, her left ear went in, and her right ear went out.

The people of the Eight Dou Academy sat down one after another, and seeing that the time was almost up, several great Confucians who had been invited to judge had also arrived.

In previous years, the most common invitation was Chen Bokang, that is, Chen Zhaoji's father, but this year it was Fu Wenda, who is a very famous calligrapher.

When he saw him at a glance, Tang Xiaoxi couldn't help but feel refreshed. This Fu Wenda's face is not bad, how can he think of a way to calculate the eight characters of his birthday...... Before she could finish her thoughts, she suddenly saw him beside her.

The shadow guard pushed the wheelchair, and on the wheelchair, Xuan Shaozhan, who was wearing a light robe, was talking to Fu Wenda with his head sideways. Her eyes widened suddenly.

No way? He's actually here?

She didn't think that he would be kind enough to come over to help her, but if it weren't for this, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would not be a person who likes to join in this kind of fun...... I haven't made it up in previous years, so it can't be that I took the wrong medicine this morning?

Would she give him her ghost talisman later?

She bracked her cheeks and watched him distracted, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince never glanced at this side, and just went up to the high platform without squinting. Although he is not the host, his identity is here, and he sits in the middle.

He wore a light robe today, and he also wore a scarf on his hair, his feet were dragging on his back, still swaying in the wind, and his hair was hanging down. It's super in line with the atmosphere of the bunkai.

He was already good-looking, mixed with the decay of the gray beard, and even more delicate as the eyebrows and eyes, and every time he stared at his eyebrows, he seemed to be able to make people chant a hundred poems.

For a while, there was silence on the side of the academy, and everyone couldn't take their eyes off it.

The champion Wenhui lasted for three days, the first day was the competition of the Sweeping Eyebrow Academy, and the second and third days were the competition of the Eight Dou Academy.

The comparison of the Sweeping Eyebrows Academy is poetry, literature, calligraphy, and painting. Because there are many people, even those who play are not all compared, but each person chooses two, and Tang Xiaoxi reports two poems and paintings.

After all, her handful of words, she has her own number, than calligraphy is estimated to be laughed to death, poetry, no matter how the words are few, the painting can be signed with a seal, perfect to promote strengths and avoid weaknesses.

After a series of processes, the competition officially began, a round of ten people, the field was lit with a special timing incense, a pillar of incense was about a quarter of an hour, a round ended quickly, the female students were shy to hold the paper to the Badou Academy, and there were also to the side of the Jinzhu Academy.

This process is actually very interesting, and some of them get what they want, and they are shy and timid; Some were politely rejected, angry or sad; Some also gave it directly to their own brothers and came back very calmly. In just this round, Gu Wenyi politely rejected the girl.

In previous years, Tang Xiaoxi liked to watch this the most, it felt like watching a play, seeing all the states of life in an instant, but this year her mind was not here, and while no one was paying attention, she watched everyone one by one again, and sighed in disappointment.

As a result, her name was called in the next round.

When Tang Xiaoxi's three words were read, there was a strange silence on the field, Tang Xiaoxi stood up in embarrassment, and said in her heart, Is her name so loud?

She entered the venue and drew lots in front of the female officials, the topics of the Sweeping Eyebrows Academy were relatively simple, and she drew a "spring" character, with spring as the theme, limited to five words.

She calculated the test questions yesterday, and recruited a learned old ghost to help make a few songs, but she still pretended to think about it for a long time, and then wrote it down. It wasn't until she finished writing that she suddenly realized that she had patronized and watched people, and she hadn't thought about who to give the poem to.

To Xuan Shaozhan? She was afraid that he would ignore her and make her unable to get off the stage in person...... But if she doesn't give it to Xuan Shaozhan, who can she give it to?

She bit her lip and struggled, and couldn't help but quietly raise her eyes and look up.

The small desk on the field was originally face to face with the high platform, she saw him at a glance, he looked at the field very calmly, saw her look up, he quickly lowered his eyes, picked up the tea on the table, took a sip slowly, and did not look up again.

This should be a refusal.

This guy is really annoying sometimes! Tang Xiaoxi sighed, lowered his head, and began to think about it.

After a short while, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the high platform slowly raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.

He found that when the girl thought about things, her two hands would involuntarily pinch together, just like a little quail with claws buttoned, and she looked very aggrieved for no reason.

She was originally thin, and today she wore a moon-white light lily skirt, combed a double flat bun, her hair was decorated with beaded flowers, a white bun face, and a pale sick look, the whole person was well-behaved and clever. It's obviously not stunning, but for some reason, it's not good to make people feel cute.

He looked at her quietly, and from such a distance, he could see the words on her desk.

He sighed silently, this is also for him, if he gives it to someone else, he may not be able to recognize it.

The bell rang softly, the incense burned out, and the female students each held the poem and went to the female official to record it, and then the next step was to send it to various places to ask people to "taste and appreciate". The girls' faces were flushed, and they were ashamed.

On the high platform, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince put down the teacup and straightened his hair and clothes very naturally.

The girl walked out, one step, two steps...... Suddenly, she whispered, and the whole person staggered backwards, and the paper in her hand happened to be on a table, and it was pressed directly into the inkstone, and it was black in an instant.

Everyone sighed in unison, Tang Xiaoxi quickly stood up, wiped the ink on his hands with a handkerchief, and glared angrily at the woman next to him.

Next to her was Sun Qiuzhu, the daughter of the official Shangshu, who was looked at by so many people at once, she was also a little panicked, and said, "I'...... I didn't mean to! Who is to blame for your own unsteadyness! ”

Tang Xiaoxi didn't say a word.

The female officer glanced at it indifferently: "It's just an accident, Tang San, you just write it again." ”

Tang Xiaoxi turned around, looking aggrieved, with tears in his big eyes, very pitiful: "Forget it...... No, my lord, why don't I read it again. ”