"This adult is so young, and he has an extraordinary bearing, which simply satisfies my appearance for my future husband."

"I just don't know if this adult has married a wife, but people still have a chance?"

“……”

When everyone was intoxicated by his prosperous appearance, Ning Qizhan walked up the steps, and the two adults of the Jiangnan Gongyuan had already stood on one side with their heads bowed, and their posture was very respectful.

Several deans had a plan in their hearts at this time.

The host only introduced him as Lord Qi, from Dijing, and did not say his identity, so this person is indescribably expensive.

They lowered their voices and told the students to pay attention to their proportions, not to lose their temper, and to perform their best in front of adults as much as possible.

Ning Qizhan lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down, his gaze had been restrained and did not look at the audience, but he knew that Yu Chu was among them.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and smiled lightly: "The game can start." ”

The host led the way to the middle of the stage and made a generous speech to the academies.

"April is full of flowers, birds are singing and fragrant, and it is the annual Seven Towns League ......"

Ning Yuchu didn't pay attention to what the host said, he looked at the prince brother on the stage, and felt that he hadn't seen him for half a year, and he had cleared a lot.

This season, everyone is wearing a thin spring shirt, and he is still wearing cotton clothes, and it can be seen that his body is weaker.

It can be seen that he has suffered a lot when he went north.

Ning Qizhan deviated his gaze and met his gaze, and the shallow smile in his eyes fell into place.

Years of tacit understanding have allowed each other to understand what the other wants to say.

How are you doing these days?

Very well, how about you?

I am fine too.

The two and a half grown teenagers swallowed all the bitterness, hid all the risks and dangers, and showed the best side to each other.

There were too many people watching, and the two looked away with a slight touch, as if they had inadvertently brushed over.

At this time, the host had just finished talking and reported the league process.

There were four competitions, in the morning it was poetry and calligraphy, and in the afternoon it was painting and playing chess.

At the beginning of the first scene, after the host reported the candidates sent by each college, the seven people got up and walked to the stage.

"Come on, Zi'an!" Meng Juewen clenched his fists and cheered up.

Chu Zi'an nodded at him and walked up.

The seven people sat behind the desk on the stage, and the topic was tied by a red ribbon and sent to Ning Qizhan.

He flicked open his sleeves, took it open, faced the contents of the paper to the crowd, and said, "The subject is snow." ”

After the words fell, someone had already taken out an incense burner and put it on the high table in front of the stage, Ning Qizhan took the lit incense and put his hands on the stove.

"Everyone has a stick of incense time to compose poems, please."

The seven of them pondered intently.

The atmosphere on the stage was tense, and everyone in the audience also touched their hearts.

Bai Yun asked Meng Juewen: "Is there a problem with classmate Chu?" ”

Meng Juewen said very confidently: "Then it doesn't need to be said, there must be no problem, others eat with chopsticks at the age of three, Zi'an has already started to write poems with a pen at the age of three, and he has a talent in this area that others don't have." ”

As the words fell, a sarcastic laugh came from the left.

"It's really the princess who sells melons, don't lose and slap your face when the time comes."

Meng Juewen turned his head, and when he saw the person clearly, he frowned unhappily: "It's you, Bai Shuran." ”

Bai Shuran nodded: "Yes, it's me, this year's poetry competition, it must be won by our academy, don't believe you wait and see." ”

Meng Juewen was about to argue with him, when Zong Rui suddenly shouted, "Look, has something happened to Classmate Chu?" ”

Ning Yuchu's eyesight was better than theirs, and he could see the problem at a glance.

He couldn't help frowning.