Our whole class has traveled through time

The third game, and the most critical game, is poetry.

Taking the willow tree as the theme, whoever writes the most poems in one stick of incense will be ranked first.

Simple and crude way.

"Dangdangdang..."

Seven people started writing at the same time, and some people handed in their papers before the time was up.

Finally, Chen Yue, Qian Simiao and Pan Anzi were left.

Qian Xiaoxiao was worried, these people don't know how to rewrite, right? As long as one song is too heavy, both of them will be counted as cheating.

Time passed minute by minute, and with the sound of three gongs "dang dang dang", the three of them stopped writing.

Next comes the scores from several judges.

"Okay, okay... Willows are grown in the east wind, trees are green, and the river is green. It has been hard to climb up and down recently, probably because of the many separations."

"This is not bad. The willow branches will touch the silver pond hundreds of feet away. They are not dark green but only light yellow. The willow branches may not be able to be dipped in water. The willow shadow in the water will make them grow."

"The rivers are raining and the rivers are full of grass. The six dynasties are like a dream and birds are singing in the sky. The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are still lanterns ten miles across the embankment."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each generation is stronger than the last." This is what Dean Lin of the Confucian Academy of Sciences said.

He regretted it now. When his cousin-in-law came over and told him that there were more than thirty students and asked him if he wanted to recruit them, he refused.

Now that he saw these students, all of them were good prospects, he wished he could slap himself on the spot.

"Yeah, old, old." Other judges also said.

In the end, Chen Yue wrote thirteen poems related to Liu.

Eleven poems by Qian Simiao and Pan Anzi.

Ten poems by Fu Huaile.

Eight poems by Lin Chenyan and Wang Churen.

There are seven famous poems by Hu Dao.

In fact, they are really good people, but they meet these people who have cheats.

"Ah, we won, we won." When it was announced that Chen Yue had won the championship, Qian Xiaoxiao simply couldn't believe that a person who couldn't write poetry had won so many people.

Guan Miao was also very happy, and her eyebrows almost didn't stick together when she smiled.

Song Yan kept stroking his beard and nodded with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Xiaoxiao, we won, we won." Shen Yueniang took Qian Xiaoxiao's arm and jumped up.

"Mom, we win, we win, we win."

"Ziyan, who won?" Qian Xiaoxiao asked.

"We won."

"Yes, we won."

The boss of Dexuan Hall came on stage and said that the top three poems would be hung in the lobby of Dexuan Hall for everyone to enjoy.

Chen Yue stood on the stage, standing together with the owner of the Dexuan Hall. He hung a big red flower on Chen Yue's chest. Chen Yue could only be silly and happy at this moment. Who knows, he was so nervous during the whole process that his hands were shaking. He forced himself to calm down, otherwise he wouldn't be able to write.

"Doesn't he look like a groom?" Qian Xiaoxiao joked.

"If I win, I'm going to get the money." Shitou patted himself on the head and ran away.

"Look, I've made money so hard for you," Song Yan said.

"We won, this is our spoils.''

Song Yan rolled his eyes.

"If you don't tell me, will anyone else say three times that they are a pig?"

"Yes, yes, isn't it just to see who wins and who loses today?"

"Who is it? Which one is it?"

Everyone suddenly remembered this incident, and the crowd became excited.

The two people behind the crowd had pale faces.

They didn't expect that their fellow scholars would also lose. Fu Huaian lost, and even his younger brother Fu Huaile lost.

It turns out the clown is them.

"Let's go?"

"Let's go. If you don't leave now, when will you leave? Do you really want to call yourself a pig in front of so many people?"

So the two hit it off and sneaked away.

"I'm still a scholar. I can't afford to gamble or play. Bah."

"It's really an embarrassment to the Confucian scholars." Some Confucian scholars came out to scorn them.

"It's quite interesting, Shi Jing." In the teahouse opposite Dexuan Hall, two people watched the whole process of the game.

"This group of students attends a private school in Qingsong Lane. Their origin cannot be traced. Now Song Yan is teaching them. Before Song Yan came, it was Murong Bai who was teaching them. There is a woman Qian Xiaoxiao among them. , there is also a man Guan Miao, they are two adults who are in charge of these children, and it was this woman who opened the Dream Hometown that was very popular two days ago."

"Don't you find it interesting?"

"Did the prince tell you their identities?"

"It came out of nowhere? Where did it come from? A crack in the stone?"

"By the way, I heard from the yamen officer that he was catching thieves on the street before, and that Guan Miao helped. He seemed to be good at kung fu," Shi Jing said.

"Really? Isn't the Yamen short of manpower recently? Try to find a way to get him in. I want to see what kind of person this is."

"Yes."

"Master, look, it's one hundred taels..."

"Mine." Qian Xiaoxiao took the silver from Shitou's hand directly.

"Didn't Madam Qian say..."

"What did you say? This is your travel expenses." He said and put the ten liang in his hand.

"If you win, it's mine, and if you lose, it's yours." Shitou said softly.

"Yeah, I said if I win, it's mine, if I lose, it's mine. That's right. Is there any problem?"

"Ha, woman." Song Yan chuckled.

Sure enough, the world is as black as crows, and as unreasonable as my own mother-in-law.

"Stone, remember, a woman's words cannot be trusted." Song Yan patted his shoulder, shook his head and left.

"Master..." Shitou had a sad face. He had just lost a hundred taels, and his heart hurt.