Chapter 53: Calligraphy and Painting

After a long wait, Ye Hong finally Mo Piaoxue and the three old men came to the scene where the results of the calligraphy and painting competition were announced, and began to read out the results of the calligraphy and painting competition, and hung the calligraphy and paintings in the air for everyone to watch and appreciate.

After a while, the top ten calligraphy and paintings were all put out, and there was no Yehong in the rankings, let alone winning the championship. Yehong doesn't seem to care, as expected.

It would be a big surprise if his own genre painting could get into the ranking, although I think it is good, but from the perspective of the public, my genre is not yet recognized.

Just as Yehong was about to leave the scene, Mo Piaoxue's voice came from the high platform again,

"Who painted this painting and calligraphy! No signature! ”

Hearing this, Yehong looked over and found that the one floating in the air was not his own work, and then he remembered that he was too obsessed to appreciate his own painting at that time, as if he had forgotten to sign it.

Yehong thought about it, this took out his own work, is it that he also has a ranking, and he is so high alone, is he the leader? Just when Yehong was about to claim the painting, an old man said angrily,

"Which turtle sun painted this! Get out of here! ”

As soon as Yehong heard that the tone was wrong, he hurriedly stopped preparing to claim the work, turned around and was about to leave quietly.

Seeing that no one stood up for a long time, the old man spoke up again and said, "Whoever says the person who painted this work will be rewarded with ten wind crystals!" ”

A teenager in the crowd suddenly spoke, "Senior! This work was painted by a little brother who was about 10 years old, and he said at the time that this was a freewheeling painting method! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! I remember this, I was there at the time, and I said that we didn't understand his work, as if it was that person! A teenager on the side of the crowd pointed to Yehong, who was about to walk out of the scene.

Ye Hong saw that the young man was pointing at him, and hurriedly accelerated and ran out, but even if he ran fast, how could he escape Mo Piaoxue's palm, Mo Piaoxue raised his hand and hooked Ye Hong's fingers, and the wind rose under Ye Hong's feet, and he ran further and further until he came to Mo Piaoxue.

"Where are you in such a hurry?"

"Hey, hey, hey~ Don't lead it! Don't dominate goodbye! As he spoke, he was about to run again, but was instantly grabbed by Mo Piaoxue with one hand.

"You painted this?"

"How could it be mine! I've got a lot better than this! ”

"Since it's not yours, tell me what you painted?"

"I ...... I drew a picture of the phoenix spreading its wings! Ye Hong was in a hurry and said.

Mo Piaoxue was skeptical when she heard Yehong's words, "Oh! Is it?

Xiao Wu, is there a phoenix wings map here? ”

An old man replied respectfully: "Back to Mentor Mo, there is no phoenix wings map here!" ”

Mo Piaoxue looked at Yehong in her hand again and said with a smile. "You seem to be lying again! Do you know what the consequences are? ”

Yehong felt bad and began to talk nonsense, "Mo ...... Don't dominate, you see if you don't forget it, why bother with a painting, if you like this, I'll give you a good picture when you go back, how about painting a fairy down to earth! ”

After seeing Yehong's appearance, an old man couldn't help but say, "Aren't you the leader of the chess duel?" ”

"That's right! He's that Yehong, this kid, the three of you can do it! Calligraphy and painting still have to be judged by you. Mo Piaoxue was too lazy to listen to Yehong's nonsense, and handed over the person to the three old men to deal with.

"Stinky boy, you explain to us this thing you draw, if you can't say why, get out of the Imperial Academy!"

When Yehong heard the old man say that he could get out of the academy, he suddenly came to his senses, didn't he want to leave the academy the most now, but he had been watched by Mo Piaoxue. "Really? Can I leave the academy now? ”

The three old men didn't expect the stinky boy in front of him to want to leave the academy so much, and others were reluctant, how could this still be the other way around, "This ......"

Mo Piaoxue couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Yehong: "If you kid don't make it clear, you will stay in the academy for me in this life!" ”

"Don't lead you like this! Said that after participating in the literature competition, you will let me go! ”

"That's right, but that's when you took part in the literature competition, and you're now a passive competition!"

"I'm not going to be negative! I've always tried my best! ”

"Then how do you explain this painting!"

"Uh...... This painting is a little bit worse, but it should be there, and that is because the three old men don't know how to appreciate it! Yehong looked at the painting in front of him and was a little embarrassed, but how could he deny his work in public, and began his own quibble.

The old man was also surprised when he listened to the conversation between the two, but when he heard Yehong say that they didn't understand Yehong's paintings, he suddenly became angry and said angrily,

"Stinky boy, why do you say we don't know how to appreciate! Where can you get these two words on it! ”

"You don't understand! My painting method is called the flow of the heart method. Move as you like, and draw with your pen. Every stroke is an artistic conception, you have to experience it with your heart, and look at it with your heart! ”

Yehong said while pointing at his work, "You look at the power of this line, sonorous and powerful, and then look at the staggered layers of this color, full of rhythm and three-dimensionality!"

Moreover, the qi between the mountain and the tiger is naturally coherent, and the blood is unimpeded; Look at the whole painting and calligraphy again, flat and balanced, the right and the right are born together, uneven and scattered, the words and the words are sparse and dense between the lines, and the white is black, uh...... It's a minor flaw, but it's all irrelevant; Take a closer look at the ink rhyme that complements each other, and the whole work is simply a peerless masterpiece! ”

The three old men were suddenly speechless by Ye Hong's speech, as if what Ye Hong said was indeed not wrong at all, but how to look at this painting and calligraphy is still wrong, what kind of peerless masterpiece is this.

Even Mo Piaoxue next to him was stunned when she heard it, "This is really a peerless masterpiece?" ”

Yehong saw that what he was advocating was almost done, and the effect was achieved, "Don't dominate!" This is still false, if you don't believe it, you can ask the dean! ”

"Okay then! I'll put this painting and calligraphy away first, and I'll judge you when the dean comes back, this time the calligraphy and painting will be excluded from Yehong first, and the specific ranking of the calligraphy and painting link is still according to the original set. ”

So far, the third calligraphy and painting competition is over.

This was followed by the fourth poetry session, which was also divided into two days, the first day was a written answer, and each participating student had to submit a poem in the afternoon of the first day, and the jury selected the best ten people from all the poetry works to enter the finals on the second day.

This poem is completely no difficulty for Yehong, and it was not for nothing that he endorsed it back then, and the reserve of poems was not hundreds or dozens.

There was no suspense, when the promotion list was announced on the first night, Yehong easily entered the top ten, but it was a pity that he only advanced with the second rating, not the first.

"Little junior brother, you have been promoted again! Congratulations! Mo Qiongyu said.

"Didn't Senior Sister Feng also advance!"

"Senior Sister Feng, we already knew that we would be promoted, and Senior Sister Feng has participated in the literary competition for several years, and we are all used to it."

There is also Feng Shuting in the list of poetry promotions, who was promoted in the ninth place. Yehong was also very surprised when he saw it, this Yi Jing didn't tell him.

At the beginning, Yi Jing just told himself that Feng Shuting was good at the piano, and this Yi Jing was too thoughtful, and deliberately only told himself that if he chose poetry and lost to Feng Shuting and was frustrated, he would be pinched by Yi Jing, and the hearts of those who are good at strategy are really black.

Feng Shuting came to Yehong's side and congratulated: "Congratulations! Little brother, we can be on the same stage again tomorrow! I look forward to the younger brother being able to make better poems. ”

Feng Shuting was still very happy that she could go on stage with Yehong again. I don't know why, staying with Yehong, Feng Shuting can always feel very comfortable.

The two talked for a long time, and gradually when the moon was in the sky, they went back to rest.

The next day, the fourth final comes, and the ten people who advanced yesterday will decide the winner today, and today's rule is that ten people need to make poems on the spot within the specified time, and write poems for each other, and finally those who can convince everyone will win the winner.

Ten people gathered together, and there were many people around Ye Hong who had never seen before, as if they were not from the academy, Mo Piaoxue sat in the upper seat of the hall.

Not far away sat a middle-aged man, who did not have the air of a scholar, not like a person who studied literature. Yehong also found that one of the seats on the table was empty.

When Yehong and a few people entered the hall, after Mo Piaoxue announced the rules, a young man took the lead in speaking and composing poems, the young man's name was Ge Qingshu, only to see the young man first saluted a few people in the hall, and then made a poem praising the court.

Received a nod and praise from many people around him, and the middle-aged man in the audience also nodded to Ge Qingshu, and Mo Piaoxue was still leisurely sipping tea, as if she didn't care.

With Ge Qingshu composing poems for the first time, the rest of the people also began to compose poems, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively. After a while, only Feng Shuting and Yehong were left who had not yet made poems.

"Little junior brother, aren't you going to make a move!"

"Senior Sister Feng, come first!"

"Then I'm not welcome, senior sister!"

Feng Shuting stepped forward and saluted the seat, and then made a satirical poem about family affection. Although Yehong doesn't have much research on poetry, he mainly memorizes a lot, but it is not a problem to understand the general meaning of poetry.

When hearing Feng Shuting make such a poem, Yehong felt quite surprised, he seemed to have never seen Feng Shuting mention her family, and when she heard the poem she made, Yehong felt as if Feng Shuting's relationship with her family was not very good.

Generally, poems will always have some emotions of the author to a greater or lesser extent, so from the poems made by others, we can judge what kind of mentality or what kind of person the author was at that time, and the poems can also reflect the character of the poet.

After listening to the poems written by Feng Shuting, some people praised the poems and praised them for their beauty, while some frowned and said nothing. After listening to Feng Shuting's poem, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly and didn't say anything.

When Feng Shuting finished reciting, Yehong then went on the stage and recited an idyllic landscape poem, everyone in the hall praised it after listening to it, and Mo Piaoxue also nodded to Yehong.

A poem per person is obviously just a hot field, and it is also to test the skills of ten people again, and the next mutual question link is the main topic, if you want to make poems with corresponding topics, the skills and knowledge required are not generally thick, but for Yehong, it is to draw the topic and memorize the poem, which is not a problem at all.