Daning Dynasty god-level sign-in system

Lin Juren announced the start of the third round of competition, "Everyone, today is our annual Mid-Autumn Festival, so the three of us judges unanimously decided that the title of the words to be tested in this round should only be related to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Which of you will come first?"

Xiao Yan and Liu Zongming said in unison: "I will come first."

He Yizhou laughed and said: "The two talents are eager to try, how about it! In my opinion, it is better for you to draw lots to decide, it is more fair, what do you think?"

Of course Xiao Yan didn't care: "Just do as you always say!"

Liu Zongming also had no objection.

After the lottery was drawn, it was still Xiao Yan who took the lead.

Liu Zongming provocatively said: "Xiao Yan, I would like to advise you, this composition of lyrics is not compared to poetry, it is definitely not a difficult word to describe, I advise you to admit defeat, at least you can save yourself a little face, Or you'd better pray that there will be smoke from your ancestral grave, and let you come up with an answer, otherwise you will end up in a very miserable end!"

This move was insidious enough, Liu Zongming wanted to give Xiao Yan a psychological hint, disturb his mood, and make him unable to write good words, so that Liu Zongming's chances of winning would be even greater.

How could Xiao Yan not know what Liu Zongming was thinking, he fixedly looked at Liu Zongming, that gaze that seemed to penetrate everything made Liu Zongming's scalp tingle.

"Liu Zongming, you think too much, you should think more for yourself!"

Liu Zongming was stubborn, "Hmph, since you have already chosen the road, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Xiao Yan didn't bother to talk to him, and said to the crowd waiting patiently: "I'll copy another poem, I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"Young Master Xiao can tell jokes!"

"That's right, it was clearly written by him, but he insisted that he copied it."

"Humble people are different, and only a talented person like Mr. Xiao would treat his name like nothing!"

Xiao Yan smiled wryly, everyone Su, I'm sorry!Use your words.

"Bring a pen!"

This time he wants to write out the words.

Soon someone laid out the rice paper and pressed it on the paperweight.

Suddenly, a graceful figure came to the table.

Xiao Yan is concentrating on calming down, adjusting his breathing, and preparing to perform well.

Then a commotion was heard from below.

"Wow! Isn't that Miss Ruyu?"

"It's really Ruyu, why did she come out?"

"She...she...she..."

"Look at you, you are so stupid, you can't say enough. She rubbed ink for Mr. Xiao, hey, why did she grind ink for Mr. Xiao?"

"I'm so envious, it's just like red sleeves! Hey, it seems that the beauty has a place in her heart."

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Xiao Yan also saw Ruyu, who was rubbing the ink clumsily, so he smiled and said, "You got it wrong, yes, this is the correct way to rub the ink."

Ruyu said angrily, "It's the first time for him to grind ink, and you still make fun of him!"

The beauty seemed coquettish and angry, Xiao Yan's coquettish appearance made Xiao Yan's heart itch, "Ruyu, you are so beautiful!"

Ruyu's pretty face immediately turned red: "Hurry up and write, so many people are watching!"

Xiao Yan is really thick-skinned: "What are you afraid of? They are old couples."

Ruyu: "If you say more, I will leave."

Seeing that Ruyu was angry, Xiao Yan quickly calmed down and wrote a poem.

With the splash of ink, the characters like dragons and snakes appear on the paper one by one.

He was writing the lyrics with complete obsession, but his hand rubbing the ink like a jade was getting slower and slower. He was gradually attracted by the beautiful words, and he completely forgot to grind the ink.

While writing, Xiao Yan found that the brush did not dip into the ink even after dipping it several times, so he turned his head to look at the situation, and found that Ruyu was engrossed in staring at the poem on the paper, completely forgetting to rub the ink.

He coughed twice, and said in a voice that only Ruyu could hear: "Honey, how about this word?"

Ruyu replied subconsciously: "You wrote it really well! The artistic conception is so beautiful. But why didn't you write it? I think there should be half of the next part."

Xiao Nizi was unaware that Xiao Yan took advantage of her verbally again.

Xiao Yan pouted his lips: "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. I'm out of ink. How do you want me to write, my lord?"

Ru Yuqiao blushed: "Can you be more serious, what time is it, and you are still talking! The ink is worn out, hurry up and write! Everyone is waiting!"

It is hard to hide the sweetness in my heart between words.

Xiao Yan: "Obey!"

The work of a cup of tea passed quickly, and Xiao Yan's words were finally finished.

Liu Zongming really wanted to see what Xiao Yan wrote after so long.However, due to the sake of face, he still didn't take a look forward.

"Pretentious, it took so much time, and I don't know what kind of rubbish you write."

Xiao Yan didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but this kid was against him everywhere, so he sarcastically said: "It's not that my young master is exaggerating, this poem can barely be regarded as the second best in the world!"

Liu Zongming was furious and said, "Why are you not humble at all? Just because you want to be number two in the world?"

Xiao Yan: "Actually, what I want to say is number one in the world, but it's better to be humble. It's good to be number two."

Liu Zongming was in a hurry: "The world is so big, who dares to claim the number one in a word? You really underestimate the scholars in the world!"

Lin Juren also said: "Mr. Xiao's ability to write poetry is obvious to all, but this word is much more difficult than poetry, so, is this too full of words?"

Qian Dalin: "It's better for young people to be modest, otherwise if they accidentally fall, they will lose face."

The audience in the audience was also discussing, because Xiao Yan's words just now were indeed too arrogant.

"I think this Mr. Xiao can't stand the praise. He thinks that if he writes a poem well, he can also write a good poem. It's still too simple."

"Actually, I still have a little confidence in Mr. Xiao, maybe what he said is true!"

"I also have a feeling that since people are boasting in front of so many people, there should be two brushes."

"Hey, did I say that you just expect him to win? Did you forget who you bought to win?"

This statement reminded everyone that there is still such a thing as betting, so most people began to be in a dilemma.

On the one hand, I hope that I can win some money, and on the other hand, I feel that I can witness the rise of a great literary god. Isn't that an experience worth showing off in my life?
In fact, the environment of public opinion at this moment has changed. From the beginning of the competition, everyone supported Liu Zongming to now most people began to believe in Xiao Yan's strength. This is a positive change.

He Yizhou stood up at the right time: "Young Master Xiao, why don't you let me read your masterpiece to everyone present?"