Yan Yuning was the first to put down the paper and pen, and looked at the poem she had written with satisfaction before handing it over to the palace attendant in charge, who presented it to her.
After reading it, the three great scholars were even more satisfied and amazed. They praised, "'The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.' This poem is like a prophecy, and the name of the talented woman is well-deserved."
"Everyone can write this well, but there is still a winner." Someone said.
"So who is better?" someone asked.
Only You Jingyu put down the pen and paper when the time was about to end. She didn't show any panic in her expression, and calmly and elegantly handed the poem she had written to the palace attendant.
He stood there and waited for the result.
After seeing it, the three great scholars all showed expressions of disbelief, "This is truly a masterpiece of the ages!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
"Jinse is an instrument, with fifty strings and pillars, and its sound is appropriate, resentful, clear, and harmonious. "Zhuang Sheng's dawn dream is obsessed with butterflies," which is appropriate; "Wang Di's spring heart caressing the cuckoo," which is resentful; 'The moon in the sea has tears', which means Qing; 'The sun warms the blue field and the jade produces smoke', which means harmony. In one piece, the song is close to its meaning." One of the great scholars commented.
The three of them looked at each other and nodded.
"After unanimous discussion among the three of us, the leader should be the third poem, "Jin Se"." One of the great scholars gave the result on behalf of everyone.
"The poem written by Miss Yan comes second, and the poem written by the third prince's concubine is also excellent, but compared to the other two, it is still slightly inferior."
Everyone agreed after hearing this.
There are still people who are savoring this poem and have not yet come out of it.
I can't express the kind of comment made by a great scholar. I just feel that a poem awakens a person in a dream. Life is like a dream and the past is like smoke.
Miao Ziru and Yan Yuning also find it hard to say that this poem is indeed better than their own.
The two of them were more vigilant and never dared to take it lightly again.
I didn't expect that You Jingyu was so powerful.
Jiang Qingjiu had heard of You Jingyu's talent before, but he didn't know she would be so stunning.
"Miss You is Feng Li's hero. She has a talent for singing and singing, which is amazing. It seems that she is difficult to live up to her reputation." Jiang Qingjiu seemed to be sighing, but in fact, it reminded everyone of Miao Ziru.
"Yeah, I don't know how some people got the title of the most talented woman. Maybe they got it themselves?"
"Yes! I think this most talented girl should be replaced, right?"
"What else? Miss You deserves to be the most talented woman. Some people are not from Fengli, so naturally they are not the most talented woman in Fengli."
"makes sense."
No matter how angry Miao Ziru was, she had nothing to do. She endured the anger and unwillingness that came out of her mouth and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, as if it was not her that others were talking about.
Next comes painting.
Painting requires a lot of time. It's getting late today, so the next seven events are scheduled for tomorrow.
After the leader of the women's team was decided, everyone wanted to know the leader of the men's team. So I came to Cangyuan Pavilion next to it.
The women's courtyard is called Cuiwei Pavilion.
The theme of the men's group is exactly the solar terms of this competition, 'Bai Lu'.
In the men's group, the same three people each represented each country and participated in all literary competitions. Feng Li participated in the contest with Liu Yiquan, the second son of the Prime Minister, who was famous in the Three Kingdoms before and was also one of the candidates for Jiang Qingjiu's competition to find a bride.
Liu Yiquan is a gentleman as gentle as jade, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of tenderness, just like the spring breeze blowing thousands of miles away. There is always a faint smile between the breaths, like the shining white snow, like the bright moon in the world, the orchids and jade trees, and the elegant gentleman.
He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, exuding a faint fragrance of ink. His features were picturesque, his words were soft, not stained by dust, and his temperament was outstanding.
The contestant from Nanzhao Kingdom was the crown prince of Guangyang, named Nan Rongyuan. He liked to make friends with literati from all over the world, and he also liked poetry and poetry.
King Guangyang was the most powerful vassal king besides King Fengli. King Guangyang had been a ruthless soldier all his life, but he never expected that his son would become more literary instead of following him.
However, he also figured out that there is nothing wrong with being a literati, they can also produce talents.
The Qinglong Kingdom is good at war, but slightly inferior in literary talent. The person sent was Ouyang Shi, the current editor of the Hanlin Academy.
Ouyang Shi came from a poor family. He studied hard since he was a child, worked hard day and night, and his achievements were not wasted.
The first one to compose was Liu Yiquan's song "Bai Lu August Festival".
'The dew stained the vegetables and grass turned white, and the weather turned green and high.
Ye Xia and Qiuchi were surprised to see their hair on their temples.
I am shy because of the wild birds, and I am surprised by the basil for the guests.
When the fire rushes to harvest the fields, don’t quit working in the morning or evening. '
The judge touched his beard and nodded frequently, expressing his admiration clearly.
The last person to write poetry was Ouyang Shi.
He composed a song "Moonlight Night Remembering My Brother".
'The garrison drums interrupt the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended. '
Ouyang Shi's family has a younger brother who is in the army. He misses his younger brother, and for a moment his thoughts flood into his heart.
Finally, Prince Guangyang composed a seven-character poem, "Autumn Night".
'The pale moon shines on the third watch in the atrium, and the white dew washes the empty river.
Don't let the west wind blow away the leaves, but you will be sad to hear the sound of autumn nowhere. '
The three judges exchanged the poem manuscripts in their hands and discussed for a while.
A quarter of an hour later, the decision was announced.
"Master Liu laments the years with white dew and smiles at the time, which is a masterpiece; Prince writes about the sad autumn, but he speaks the truth and makes the unbearable interesting, which highlights the depth of sorrow; Master Ouyang writes about the season of white dew, which is chilly and nostalgic. Family, the saying 'The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright from my hometown' expresses the homesickness of many people."
"Therefore, the three of us believe that Mr. Ouyang should be the leader, followed by Mr. Liu. The prince's work is interesting, but lacks emotion. Since ancient times, emotion has been the most touching."
Everyone did not raise any objections and just enjoyed the three people's masterpieces.
Ouyang Shi never recovered from this huge good news. He never thought that he could take the lead among the outstanding talents from the other two countries. He thought that he was just diligent, not smart, and becoming the number one scholar was just a fluke.
After all, the Qinglong Kingdom values martial arts over literature.
