After a stick of incense
Feng Le, who followed the waiter, finally returned to his seat. At this time, all the works participating in the competition in the hall were collected one by one, waiting for evaluation.
"Hey, you're really back and you didn't run away?" Jia Wenyi said angrily when he saw Feng Le returning to his position.
"Run? Why are you running? My song has been praised by Miss Qihong, and maybe I can win a jackpot." Feng Le replied in a good mood.
"Come on, it's just blowing. Can Miss Qihong still appreciate you? To appreciate is also to appreciate the poetry of our literati. Can those children's songs of yours be on the stage? What's the point?" Jia Wen also hit him unceremoniously. Feng Le said.
"Just be jealous! What good works can you come up with?" Feng Le teased nonchalantly.
"You'll know in a moment that you probably won't be able to write my poem." Jia Wen also replied.
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After another stick of incense
At this time, the judges have judged the works in the competition one by one. Since there are not many works that dare to be submitted for competition, only about ten, and they are all poems, it is easy to compare and evaluate them.
The reviews were posted one by one in order. At this moment, everyone came forward to watch.
"Brother Liu, you wrote this poem so well: It was another night of wind and rain, and who knew the fallen leaves were all over the ground? ① This first prize seems to be well-deserved." A scholar pointed to a poem that was ranked first. He complimented another scholar in the crowd.
"Brother Li is overly praised. That's because Brother Li didn't take action. If Brother Li had taken action, he would have come first." Liu Xiucai said with a look of benefit on his face as he raised his hands to Li Xiucai.
"Where, where, the paper is good, I don't want to be like Brother Liu, I have to ask Brother Liu for advice." Li Xiucai also quickly answered with his hands.
It has been said since ancient times that men of letters despise each other, but you still have to understand the "etiquette" of complimenting each other, otherwise it will appear that you are too ignorant.
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"Please let me..."
"Jia Xiucai, where are your poems? Where are they?" At this time, Feng Le, who had squeezed in front of the pasted works ranking list, asked Jia Wenyi.
Jia Wen also took a look at his poem and found that it was ranked second to last. So he pointed to the poem with some embarrassment and said, "Hey, isn't it here?"
"Haha... It turns out you are second to last. I thought you were so awesome." Feng Le looked at the poem pointed by Jia Wenyi and laughed.
"Ha ha…"
Perhaps it was because Feng Le's tone of voice was rather funny, but it made everyone laugh.
Amidst the laughter, some people even read the poem written by Jia Wenyi.
""Mulan Ci"②
Defeat the enemy and receive no honors, but a brave woman is a general.
Most passers-by leave chants, which are better than Su Xiaofen in Qiantang. "
Faced with everyone's ridicule, Jia Wen couldn't help but blush.
Yes, Piaoxianglou has no requirements for the works in the competition. But if the work you write is not good, being ranked last is also a risk, and there is a risk of being laughed at.
This risk will indirectly affect your reputation, and maybe even your fame. Therefore, most people are not willing to participate in this competition if they are not particularly confident in their work. In case you don't get the bonus, you are still ranked behind, you make people laugh, and you lose your reputation.
"You're laughing at me? Where's yours? Where is yours?" Jia Wen also pointed at Feng Le and said angrily.
"mine?"
Feng Le couldn't help but be stunned, and then cursed in his heart: "I'm so damn illiterate, how can I know which song is mine."
"Mine comes from songs. If you look at which song is a song, it should be mine. Also, my name is Feng Le. Look where it is!" Feng Le didn't dare to show his inner hesitation, so he had to raise his eyebrows. He raised his hands and said calmly.
"Huh, pretending. I think you just can't read! Okay, I'll help you find where it is." Jia Wenyi said.
"Feng Le..."
"lyrics…"
At this moment, in addition to Jia Wenyi, other onlookers were also "helping" to find him. The entire paste list is not very large, and the dozen or so articles can be read in just a few glances.
"Hey, boy, you're dead. Looking at all the works, there are no lyrics at all, and there is no name like Feng Le." Jia Wenyi said in a good mood after taking a few glances at the ranking list.
"No? Impossible." Feng Le shouted.
"What is impossible, the fact is that it is not. If you think I lied to you, you can ask other people." Seeing Feng Le's shocked look, Jia Wenyi was not anxious anymore.
"Yes, there is really no Feng Le, and there is no lyrics."
"Whether you believe it or not, your name does not exist here..."
…
At this time, the "people" surrounding them all eagerly stood up and talked to Feng Le.
Especially those who knew about the bet between Feng Le and Jia Wenyi looked like they were ready to watch a "good show".
"Impossible, I clearly asked someone to write it out for me..." Feng Le defended anxiously, looking at the faces of the onlookers.
"I don't care what's going on with you. If you don't have it, you don't have it. You can't cheat. We just made a bet. Whoever gets a good work will have to kneel down and learn how to bark three times." Jia Wenyi said with a look of reluctance. , gearing up to take revenge for being laughed at just now.
"I must have the work. No, I have to ask the waiter at the shop what's going on." Feng Le said angrily.
"Okay, the waiter will be here soon. I'll see how you can make excuses then." Jia Wen also replied with disdain to Feng Le as if he had a winning ticket.
"Have you noticed why the first place in front of Liu Yanzhang is a blank page?" At this time, a confused voice sounded.
"Hey, don't say it, it's true. But a blank piece of paper can't be the top one."
"Too…"
…
While everyone was speculating, the waiter in charge of ranking the rankings came over in a hurry, and it was the waiter who took Feng Le away from the store.
"Second Brother, Second Brother, why hasn't my song been played?" Feng Le quickly went up to ask when he saw the waiter coming over.
"Waiter, why is there a blank piece of paper in front of the top list? What's going on?" Before the waiter in the store could answer Feng Le's question, another person asked him.
"Guests, don't worry, I'm just here to answer your questions." The waiter stretched out his hand to comfort Feng Le and said.
"Actually, there is a blank piece of paper posted at the top of the list tonight because the work to be posted at the top of the list tonight is somewhat special and Master Yan has not sorted it out yet. And this work is a song, provided by Mr. Feng Le."
Note: ① I did it at will, my level is limited, please forgive me.
② Considering that Jia Wenyi's level was not high at the time, I directly used Qianlong's poems to describe it. Please forgive me.
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