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"Brother Chen, the Wenhui will start immediately, and I wish Brother Chen a victory, hahahaha!" Song Qingshu laughed and left.

"Song Gongzi, why do you want to spend such a big amount of money to catch that turtle and take the bait? In case ......" Wang Gongzi, who sang with Song Qingshu, asked him in a low voice?

Song Qingshu said unhappily: "There is no case, the utensils for this Wenhui are all prepared by my Song family, and he dares to participate, this gamble has already been lost when he should come down." ”

Another young man who participated in the gambling said in surprise: "Song Gongzi, do you want to do anything on his ink? In case he makes a fuss, although he is just a turtle, but there is still the adult standing behind him, and that woman is not easy to mess with." ”

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Am I so stupid? However, if the ink pen suddenly breaks when you are using it, do you say, is it useful to use such a thing to make an answer sheet?"

"Haha, Brother Song is really smart, it seems that this gamble, you don't have to wait for the Wenhui to start, Brother Song won't fight anymore!"

"Where, where!"

"Haha!"

......

The moon rises high, and the cold moonlight illuminates the earth.

In the garden, it was silent, and the beautiful maids had all retreated to the side, and the fruits and food on the bookcase had also been removed by the Song Mansion.

Whether it is a disciple of the family or a poor family, they are all sitting in a precarious position, looking at the small pavilion in the garden.

After a while, two figures walked out of the small pavilion, one was tall and burly, it was Song Yingge, the head of the Song family and the deputy steward of the Mo Pavilion, and the other was a burly man in a light blue short suit, his left hand was half holding a black wooden box.

The two walked to the center of the garden, glanced around, and stopped at Chen Yuan for a few breaths, but it was not obvious, and the others did not notice it.

"Ahem" Song Yingge straightened her throat and said loudly: "This literary meeting is to give all students an opportunity to experience the opening ceremony, I hope you will grasp it well and give full play to your best level." ”

"Originally, there was no reward for this cultural meeting, but the city lord decided that he would take out a prize from the private treasury as a reward for the leader of this cultural meeting, of course, what kind of prize it was, kept secret for the time being. If you want to know, after taking the top spot, go and see for yourself. ”

"Now announce the exam questions of this literary meeting, this exam question is the city lord himself, and the question is sealed in this ink cartridge after the question is made," he raised his left hand, signaling everyone to look at the black ink cartridge held up by the burly man on his left hand, "Now anyone who wants to check can come up, this ink cartridge seal can only be opened with a special key, the key has just been given by the city lord, and now it is on the head of the Hao guard." ”

Naturally, everyone present will not be uninterested in checking anything, and if you can know it in advance, you don't need to look at it.

If you don't have the qualifications to know, it's useless to read it.

Song Yingge waited for a moment, and when he saw that no one made a sound, he motioned to stand aside, and the head of the guard Hao, who was speechless, opened the ink cartridge.

Captain Hao took out the key and opened the cartridge in his hand.

Chen Yuan looked carefully, and saw that in the ink cartridge, there was a roll of ancient animal skins, and the body was rolled with a red string, and on the string, you could see a faint gold wire, as if there was a faint golden light coming out.

The head of the guard Hao untied the string wrapped around the animal skin roll, and at this time, the atmosphere in the garden suddenly became solemn. The fiery gaze of everyone shot like a blade towards the beast skin scroll in the hand of the chief guard.

The animal skin scroll was slowly opened, and at the moment when it was fully opened, an invisible aura seemed to overflow, and the light around it was distorted.

The scattered moonlight, twisted and thrown at the animal skin roll, in the blink of an eye, the original ordinary animal skin roll, the appearance has changed greatly, the old animal skin, glowing with golden light, the expansion and contraction room seems to be echoing with the moonlight, on the roll, the fiery red handwriting, alive, twisted, burning flames, floating on the animal skin, floating in the gathered moonlight, presented in front of everyone.

The people of the Song Mansion placed an incense case with a bronze incense burner next to Song Yingge, and in the incense burner, there was a finger-thick incense stick.

Song Yingge lit the incense and said, "After a stick of incense is set within the time limit of the Wenhui, the city lord and the adults will select the leader. Now you can get started. ”

On the bookcase of every student present, a blank animal skin scroll, a small bottle of prepared red ink, and finally several new pens of varying lengths and thicknesses were placed on the bookcase of the Song Mansion.

However, those who can use these pens are basically the children of the poor family, as long as they are students of the family, they will carry them with their accustomed brushes, and they can't look down on the "low-level" brushes provided by the Song Mansion at all.

Chen Yuan looked at the several items placed in front of him, the ink he prepared was the same as the one used in the Ink Pavilion, there was no problem, no matter how stupid Song Qingshu was, he would not fake it in such an obvious place.

When I opened the animal skin roll, sure enough, compared with other people's animal skin rolls, the quality gap was huge. Although it won't affect the writing, but in the eyes, it is not so beautiful, and the impatient judges may not look at it, and they will be dismissed directly.

There are also those brushes, which is the biggest problem, not on the barrel, sporadically visible small cracks, it seems that there is no problem, but when writing, it is not sure when it will break.

The incense sticks burned, and some people began to put pen to paper.

Chen Yuan looked around, he didn't ask his subordinates to change their pens, he could think of it with his toes, this must be Song Qingshu and their ghosts behind their backs, otherwise on this occasion, how could those subordinates dare to do this, not afraid of being caught?

Chen Yuan frowned, looked around, and when he saw a corner of the garden, his eyes lit up. There, unlike the other maids, who were huddled together and exchanged words. The stammering little Lori squatted alone in a remote corner where no one was, holding her chest with both hands, which should be the place to put steamed buns.

......

Xiaowen hid in the corner of the garden alone, just like Song Qingshu said before, she was bought back by the housekeeper of the Song Mansion a few days ago.

I thought that I could eat a full meal, save a little and maybe send a little home, but unfortunately, I didn't eat a full meal, and I was thrown into the courtyard by the steward of the Song Mansion and taught a bunch of rules.

Sent today, she saw all kinds of delicacies that she had never seen before, but unfortunately, she knew, these were not for her to touch.

When she was sent to Chen Yuan's side, she couldn't help it when she saw the plate of yellowed steamed buns, she was embarrassed to hear the sound of swallowing saliva, and she was worried that she would be scolded, but she didn't expect that the adult would let her eat the steamed buns, and allowed her to take the steamed buns away, she secretly thought: "The voice of the adult is very good!"

......

Chen Yuan picked up the brush sent by Xiao Lori and tried it, "It's okay!"

After carefully looking at the fiery red handwriting floating in the moonlight in the air, and after making sure that there was no omission, ignoring the low-grade feel of the animal skin scroll, he held the pen and landed on the blank space of the animal skin scroll, and began to answer the question.