After a while, the eunuch in charge placed a wooden box in front of the judges.
According to the convention of poetry competitions in Kyushu grand gatherings, the theme of today's poetry begins with drawing lots, and whatever is caught will be used as a theme to compose poetry.
Xia Tan'er was very calm, resting her hand on the table and supporting her chin, looking at the judges in boredom.
This group of judges is quite interesting. According to the usual saying, the one sitting in the middle is the leader of the judges and should be picked by him. But today, these people all waved their hands in unison and directly drew lots. The opportunity was given to Gu Gui.
"It seems that Gu Gui's status among these gentlemen is quite high."
After yesterday's exchange with Gu Gui and Xia Ling's praise of him, Xia Tan'er still has a very good impression of Gu Gui.
"It shouldn't be a problem if I go to Tianheng Academy in the future and he will protect me."
Xia Tan'er nodded affirmatively, staring at Gu Gui's actions like the others who participated in the competition.
The wooden box moved in front of Gu Gui. Gu Gui first bowed to the other people, then lifted up his sleeves and reached into the wooden box. After stirring his arms for a while, he grabbed a piece of paper and came out.
Gu Gui opened the note and took a look at it, then handed it to the other judges. Seeing that the other judges had no objections, he handed the note to the eunuch.
"Today's poetry competition test question: The topic is battlefield, any poem or song can be used, no matter the style. Everyone has time to have a stick of incense. Once the incense is lit, it can begin."
"Battlefield? How should I write this?"
Most of the people who write poems today are women, and most of them have lived a long life and have never been to the battlefield. Even if there are a few, it is because someone in their family is serving in the army or they are the children of a general. The poetry they learn in daily life is mostly about flowers, birds, landscapes, and pays attention to The words are delicate and the writing style is gentle, but it has never experienced the blood and fierceness of the battlefield.
At this moment, I was completely in trouble. The brush in my hand had already been dipped in ink but I still didn't start writing.
But this was a piece of cake for Xia Tan'er. She raised her eyebrows, smiled slightly, and after writing a few strokes, she sat there and began to check her nails out of boredom.
The time for one stick of incense, no matter how fast or slow, Xia Tan'er felt that it had passed almost an hour. When she looked up, she saw that only a quarter of the incense inserted in the incense burner was burned. I don’t know when this will happen.
At about this time, the sound of paper scraping came to my ears.
Xia Tan'er held her chin and turned sideways to glance at the group of people. She thought it was boring, so she was about to lie down on the table and take a nap.
But at this moment, her back suddenly felt cold, and she felt a pair of eyes staring fiercely at her, and the murderous intent in their eyes made her skin crawl.
Xia Tan'er couldn't help but shudder, and quickly turned around to look, only to see Xiling Che's eyes. But it was obvious that Xiling Che's eyes were full of resentment and had nothing to do with murderous intent.
"Is it possible that someone wants to kill me?"
Xia Tan'er couldn't tell whether it was Tan Xia or her that the other party wanted to kill, but with this awareness, her previously relaxed nerves tightened again, and she did not dare to look down on anyone.
Because of this nervousness, Xia Tan'er had already forgotten that she was still competing. Not long after, the eunuch announced that the competition was over.
"Today's competition ends here. One day later, all today's poems will be made public and ranked. The one at the top will win!"
