Compare it to poetry?
The southern disciples seemed to have heard the funniest joke and looked at each other and laughed.
Their senior brother from Guanghan, who was said to be a unique poetic talent, came from a humble family, so how could he be his rival.
"Everyone is gathered together today to contribute to the imperial court. Why not compose a poem with the theme of Jiangshan. If you spread the word, you can also set an example for the world's scholars."
Xu Ruqing's expression at this moment was thought-provoking, and her words were undoubtedly a warning.
What happened today will definitely spread, so when you go to the gym to play, you must be prepared to fail and be laughed at.
"Miss Xu is right, and the little girl agrees."
Suddenly a graceful and sweet voice sounded. Everyone turned around and saw a man and a woman coming in from the door.
The woman was dressed in a misty ocher red dress, with a bun that showed off her face. She was elegant and graceful, and her movements showed everyone's style. She was similar in age to Xu Ruqing, but her speaking style was completely different, and she had a domineering feeling.
The man next to her was dressed in black, holding a long sword in his arms, with a face as cold as ice, a serious smile, and an indescribable aura. He should be a warrior.
As the two arrived, everyone in the Southern Holy Sect stood up together and called out to the young master.
The two of them are the direct grandchildren of the Zhou family.
The man is the eldest grandson Zhou Qing, and the woman is the second grandson Zhou Ying.
Zhao An didn't recognize the two of them, so he took a few more glances. Zhou Ying was as arrogant as a white swan. She ignored Zhao An, walked up to Xu Ruqing, and said with a fake smile: "Sister Xu, you came to the capital and didn't know how to respond to my sister." .”
"I didn't expect you to come too..."
Xu Ruqing smiled reluctantly, while Jiuyin stared at Zhou Qing with a wary look on his face.
The disciples of the Holy Sect in the South all know that their young lady has nothing to do with Xu Ruqing. Xu Ruqing is the most talented woman in the world. She is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even knows politics. With her here, the title of the second eldest lady in the world will not be so loud. .
Sure enough, when they heard the lady from the other side calling her, the disciples of the Northern Saint Sect all showed admiration.
Who would have thought that today the number one and number two talented women in the world would gather together!
Zhao An was different from others. Everyone else was staring at Zhou Ying non-stop, but he was the only one staring at Zhou Qing, because at this moment the Jiuyin Bao was emitting strong hostility and murderous intent.
Zhou Qing smiled at her, a bit playfully, as if the two sides were old rivals.
"When the Zhou family comes to Beijing, how can my little sister be left behind? That's why I made a special trip to pay homage to Mr. Cui."
Zhou Ying bowed slightly to Chu Liuyun and called him Senior Brother Chu.
Chu Liuyun was very kind and invited her brother and sister to sit down.
Zhou Ying chose to sit at the table next to Xu Ruqing, her face was pink and peach blossoms, and she was extremely beautiful. "Everyone, don't worry about me. You can continue."
Xu Ruqing said: "Since Miss Zhou is here too, it would be fair if we each asked a question."
"Sister Xu chose Jiangshan as the theme, and the younger sister will use romance as the theme. Why is the younger sister not as knowledgeable about politics as her older sister?"
Zhou Ying is full of sarcasm, even insinuations and tit-for-tat.
As the saying goes, it is virtue for a woman to have no talent.
At least this is the case for ordinary people, but Xu Ruqing cares about national affairs and rarely asks about affairs.
Everyone said that the most talented woman was not inferior to men, but she, Miss Zhou, looked down on her.
Xu Ruqing ignored Zhou Ying's provocative gaze and reiterated the topic just now, indicating that everyone could start writing. Finally, her beautiful eyes fell on Zhao An, indicating that she would try her best to win this game, at least not to let the Cui family be suppressed. , otherwise the good situation will disappear.
Zhao An smiled slightly and was noncommittal.
The brief eye contact between the two was keenly captured by Zhou Ying. She looked at Zhou Qing beside her and whispered: "Brother, it seems that Xu Ruqing has a sweetheart."
Zhou Qing looked at Zhao An indifferently while holding the long knife, shook his head and said: "He is no match for me. I will find an opportunity to deal with him. Ruqing can only be mine."
"Let's take a look and then talk. If that person is a person seeking fame and reputation, he has no right to let me take action."
Zhou Ying sat upright and returned to her dignified and courteous appearance.
In the hall, students from the northern and southern factions were scratching their heads and thinking hard, while other students were also thinking with sullen faces.
Isn't it so easy to write poems about mountains and rivers? People often write poems about love and love that are not smooth. If a poem is about mountains and rivers, one's reputation will be ruined if he does not do it well.
Time flies by with a stick of incense.
Shou Yuncai and Guang Han are worthy of being the two heroes of the South, and they are ready before the incense burns out.
On the other hand, the disciples of the Cui family were still scratching their heads, and only Chu Liuyun had finished.
Seeing this, Zhou Ying smiled brightly and teased Xu Ruqing: "Sister Xu, it seems that our Southern Saint Sect is slightly better."
Xu Ruqing raised her eyebrows, looking like an idiot.
It would be too early for the other party to laugh now. Although Zhao An is not a disciple of the Cui family, he is on good terms with the Cui family. As long as he takes action and loses the face of Nanshengmen, the new guest will have to behave with his tail between his legs on the first day he arrives in Beijing.
After a while, the incense burned out.
Shou Yuncai was the first to speak, "I have composed a five-character poem, and I would like you to appreciate it."
"The water is beautiful and the scenery is beautiful, and the mountains are covered with strange rain..."
"good!"
After reciting the poem, the disciples of the Southern Holy Sect clapped their hands one after another, making the whole hall noisy.
Zhou Ying couldn't help but nod, making Shou Yuncai even more proud, and said to Guang Han: "Brother Guang, it's your turn."
The Tao of Guanghan: "The green mountains cover the river, but the small buildings are in the mountains. The wind blows thousands of miles, and the sky is misty and rainy."
"Wonderful!"
"As expected of Senior Brother Guang, he is truly amazing!"
The disciples of the Southern Holy Sect shouted and clapped their hands red.
Xu Ruqing and Zhao An looked at each other with expressions of astonishment on their faces.
Does his cat also call it a good poem?
I'm afraid the two brothers are not here to make fun of them.
Zhao An rubbed his brows and didn't know what words to use to complain. He piled them all up and made Xiaojiazi furious. It's either mountains or water, so why can't there be something else?
It seems that in the eyes of these scholars, mountains and rivers are just landscapes and mist. Only in this way can they set off their lofty artistic conception?
"Mr. Zhou, what's your expression?"
Zhou Ying was originally very happy, but when she saw Zhao An drinking tea with her face covered, she suddenly couldn't bear it.
Although the two poems just now are not particularly outstanding, they are not bad at all. At least they were completed in a short time. On the other hand, no one in the Holy Sect of the North could complete it except Chu Liuyun!
"Yes, Mr. Zhou is a great talent, but I didn't seem to see you writing just now. Could it be that you can't do it?"
"Hehe, it was just for fame and reputation, but now the secret has been exposed."
A group of people yelling and shouting are extremely demeaning.
Zhao An said helplessly: "Brother Liuyun, do you come first or me?"
Chu Liuyun immediately put away his poems and said excitedly, "Of course you come first, how dare I show off in front of you."
Uh-huh!
Zhao An stood up and glanced at the beaming Shou Yuncai.
At this moment, everyone except the southern disciples held their breath and pricked up their ears.
They all know your husband's talent and his quatrains will be remembered forever!
