"Ladies and gentlemen, the three piano, chess, and painting have been completed, and the next step is poetry and calligraphy!" Steward Liu said loudly.

"Boom!"

Hearing this, everyone present was in a sensation, poetry meeting, poetry meeting, where did it come from without poetry?

Moreover, different from the piano, chess, painting three kinds of skills, not only need to practice the conditions but also need to be interested, poetry can be said to be a necessary skill for every reader, and can be admitted to the show, but also must practice a good calligraphy, otherwise just the volume problem will not pass!

"Come on, withdraw from the table, put pen and ink on the inkstone!"

With Steward Liu's loud shout, more than 30 well-trained maids immediately cleaned up the white jade table, and there were multiple beautiful maids carrying more than 30 trays to each of the white jade tables and stood beside each person.

The tray is very large, about one meter square, and inside are eight rolls of fine rice paper, as well as eight fine wolf pens hanging on the pen holder, paperweights made of white jade, and a square ink inkstone that has been prepared for a long time!

It seems that the Wei Mansion is very well prepared, with four seats per table, and twice the number of potentially damaged items such as rice paper and brushes!

"Okay, now everyone sees the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other tools in front of you, this poetry competition is divided into two, one is that you write down the poems you create with your best calligraphy, and then hand them over to the three adults for review, and the ......first is judged!

"Wait, Steward Liu, I want to know who the judge is?" someone interrupted.

This is also a question that everyone wants to know. There are judges, and everyone can understand it. After all, poetry is different from calligraphy and several other items, and almost everyone will participate, if you let everyone judge for yourself. It's a bit biased. However, this judge is not for everyone, and they must be convinced!

was interrupted, Steward Liu was not annoyed, but replied with a smile: "Since you sons are anxious, then the old man will announce it first, this time it is my Wei County Commander Yao, Yangzhou Xuezheng Du and our Wei Mansion Wei Gong who will judge the Wei Mansion Poetry Society!"

"Duke Wei?"

"Shosei-sama?"

Heard the name of the person said by Steward Liu. The crowd was boiling again.

Most of the students present were Yangzhou students, and they were naturally excited to hear Xuezheng coming in person, and Wei Gong. This is a name that is famous all over the world, and now they can read their own poems? Everyone naturally knows that this is an opportunity, as long as they can get the blue eyes of any of them, the invisible trend that it brings to themselves. It will be better than ten years of hard work.

As for the Yao County Order. It was naturally ignored by everyone, and the teammates were too strong and had no sense of existence!

Looking at these talented people below who were gearing up and ready to do a big job, Steward Liu shook his head and said secretly in his heart: "I don't know what these people would have reacted to if they knew that Wei Gong and the others were looking at everything in the field now?

"Alright. Now that we know the first item, let's talk about the second one. The second item is Dou Shi!" Steward Liu continued.

"Dou Shi?"

As soon as these two words came out, everyone became excited again, and the general poetry meeting was just written first, and then handed over to the judges to judge the merits, which was called Wendou;

"As for the subject matter, since it is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, naturally we can't deviate from the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is no limit to others! Okay, let's start the first item now, the time is half an hour, come and burn incense!"

According to the size of the table, only one person can be allowed to write at a time, and there are two or three people at each table, and there are four at most, which needs to be in order, otherwise it will be messed up!

However, writing first has the advantage of writing first, and writing later also has the advantage of writing later, and it is not a matter of who takes advantage of whom!

Moreover, in a poetry meeting with a clear theme like this, most people will carefully prepare the poems they want to participate in before the meeting, and there are only a few talents like Cao Zhi who can become poems in seven steps!

"Wenbo, Zichu, which of us will come first?" asked Wang Fatzi with a smile.

"It's all up to the elder brother!" Sun Tzu Chu replied, and Zhang Xuan also nodded.

"Okay, then let's come in order of our age!" said Wang Fatzi.

Zhang Xuan and the two glanced at each other, without objection, knowing that this was taking care of the two of them, after all, they could have more time to think about it.

"Come, Sister Bao'er, help my brother lay out this roll of paper!" Seeing the two nodding, Wang Fatzi picked up a roll of rice paper and handed it to Bao'er Dao.

"Okay, Brother Wang!" The little girl Happy Emperor took the job and responded crisply.

Zhang Xuan glanced at the busy square, or lowered his head to ponder, or raised his head and whispered, or leaned over to write, or stopped to watch, and an irritability rose inexplicably in his heart, and he didn't know where he came from!

Suddenly, Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up when he saw the newly replaced wine on the table, and he took a wine bottle and took a wine glass and came to Uncle Osmanthus on the side.

The shadows on the moon were scorching, and every bit of the half a year after Zhang Xuan crossed over was played back one by one.

There is the confusion when I first came, the emotion outside the kitchen, the caution when I first entered this world, the excitement of meeting the fairy god for the first time, and the first meeting with the girl.

In the end, all the images turned into every moment with Wan'er, and Zhang Xuan finally found the source of his inner irritability - this Mid-Autumn Festival, his mother, stepmother, Uncle Zhong, Bao'er, Ah Bao, almost all the relatives who should be there are there, except for the cold girl in red.

And this lovesick suffering, but I can't find anyone to talk to!

Looking at the red-clothed girl dancing with swords in the middle of the moon, Zhang Xuan raised his glass and drank it all, and murmured, "Wan'er, are you okay?"

Zhang Xuan, who was immersed in his own world, didn't know that he was looking at the bright moon, and in the pavilion, someone was looking at him through the water mirror.

"He, why is he so sad, who is he missing?" Looking at the self-confidence, elegance, and dustiness on his body all disappeared, leaving only the figure of sorrow and longing, Wei Lingxue muttered in his heart.

"Wenbo, it's your turn!" said Fat Wang, who walked over and patted Zhang Xuan on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Zhang Xuan woke up leisurely, instinctively turned his head to look at Wang Fatzi, and hurriedly looked back at Mingyue, but the bright moon was still there, but there was still a shadow of Yiren? A wave of anger rose in his heart, as if he wanted to destroy everything.

"Young Master, Brother Sun, and Brother Wang have all been written, it's your turn!" At this time, the little girl came over and pulled Zhang Xuan's arm and said.

Listening to the little girl's glutinous voice, Zhang Xuan's sanity suddenly returned, and when he saw Wang Fatzi's sincere face, a sense of guilt rose in his heart: "What's wrong with you?"

In fact, since Wan'er was taken away, Zhang Xuan has planted a demon in his heart, even after he realizes the Tao, he can't break it, Wan'er doesn't return, and the demon doesn't disappear. And just now, it was just a small outburst of demons! Fortunately, when he cracked the Zhenlong chess game before, Zhang Xuan did not have the arrogance to defy the law, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable!

"Young master, hurry up, Bao'er has laid out the rice paper for you!" the little girl urged while pulling Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan shook his head and smiled, no longer thinking deeply, followed Bao'er to the table, experienced the feelings just now, and his mood couldn't help but be a little agitated, looking at the rice paper laid with a paperweight on the table, Zhang Xuan was very happy, and commanded the little girl: "Bao'er, help the young master sharpen the ink!"

"Yes, young master!" replied the little girl, and then skillfully picked up the ink strip and grinded it. In fact, the ink has already been polished, and now it is just a matter of stirring it evenly.

"Young master!" After grinding the ink, the little girl picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and handed it to Zhang Xuandao.

Zhang Xuan handed over an appreciative look, took the pen and wrote in the thin gold font that he was best at.

"Qingqing, help me enlarge that over there!" In the pavilion, Wei Lingxue pointed to Zhang Xuan in the water mirror.

"Okay!" Although the heroic girl was strange in her heart, she didn't think much about it, and pointed into a sword, pointing at the water mirror, and the rice paper written by Zhang Xuan was clearly visible.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Wei Lingxue's red lips opened lightly, and she read softly with Zhang Xuan's strokes, "The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night." The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to hold in your hands, and it's a good time to sleep. (To be continued......)

PS: About the update:

Many book friends have responded that the recent update is too slow, and here the scholar wants to apologize to everyone, which is to blame the scholar for not being able to code words, only one chapter is published in four or five hours, and it takes almost five hours to complete a chapter with revision!

Now the scholar finally knows why the Southern Dynasty is a eunuch, it is really not easy to write this kind of semi-literate chatting text, but please rest assured, the scholar will not be a eunuch!

But the update won't be too powerful, that is, others are on the shelves with ten chapters, and the outbreak of more than a dozen chapters, scholars can only update normally!

The collection of this book is just over 20,000.,According to general estimates, there should be a thousand subscriptions.,But the scholar also knows that the recent chapters are a little water.,I originally wanted to finish the poem before it was put on the shelf.,Enter the small climax of the fox demon.。

It's just that the scholars themselves don't update well, so they are still wandering in the poetry club, so the scholars don't ask for more, 500 is enough, as long as they subscribe more than 500, they will change 6000 words a day!

As for less than five hundred, then there is only one shift (no motivation)!

In addition, about the addition of more, 10,000 rewards plus one change, every 30 monthly tickets plus one change!

Finally, I would like to thank the book friends for their support and companionship! I would also like to thank the editor-in-chief Taishan, the contracted editor Persimmon for their appreciation and the editor-in-charge for their great help!