The halo of the protagonist of rebirth is mine

Time flies, half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.Today is a very important festival, the twelfth day of the second lunar month, commonly known as the Huachao Festival.On this day, people from all walks of life have to celebrate the birthday of the God of Flowers in their own ways, hoping to make the next year even better and better.Scholars who are role models for all peoples are certainly not far behind.Daxing has a traditional event that has lasted for decades, the Huachao Festival Poetry Competition.As an annual exchange meeting for scholars, not everyone can participate in the Poetry Competition. It must have an invitation letter from the organizer, or a recommendation from the emperor's grandson Xungui.The former is easy to obtain as long as there is a little bit of talent and fame, but the latter is a minority. Except for the servants of the prince and the country, other scholars are really not that big.Generally, they will only recommend one person, and if there are too many people, it will make people laugh.

It is said that Mu Heang failed to attack Mu Zhun in the past six months, so he planned to save the country in a curve, first attack the emperor, and let the emperor abolish the law that bastards cannot inherit titles for him (a bit whimsical).He has the plot book in his hand, and he knows that the emperor will be present at the Poetry Fight, so he intends to perform well.In the original book, Mu Hexuan didn't show his face at all in the poetry competition, wasting such a good opportunity for nothing, and he wouldn't be as stupid as him. (Dude, do you know what it means to keep a low profile?)

At the same time, in Prince An's mansion, Mu Hexuan, who was lying on Jing Xing's lap and reading a script, also received Xiaomei's first mission notice, he lifted his head and said to Jing Xing: "Hey, Dou Poetry club, let's go together."

"it is good."

Uncle Zhao who passed by shook his head, Master Mu really dotes on Mr. Mu so much, it seems that I have to investigate this origin as soon as possible, and don't let him hurt Master Mu.Mu Hexuan told them that his surname was Mu and his name was Mu Yufei.

The Poetry Competition will be held on the Baihua Beach in the east of the city. Before the event even started, a lot of people gathered here.Apart from the scholars who gathered in groups of three or four to talk loudly, there were also quite a few girls.Daxing folk customs are open, except for worshiping Buddha, girls can get the right to parade on certain festivals throughout the year.On the day of Huachao Festival, they can even throw flowers to the men they admire.Therefore, the scholars naturally have to do their best to win the favor of the ladies.

Mu Hexuan dragged An Wang up to dress up and went out. He asked Xiaomei to cast a spell on his face, so that anyone other than An Wang would only think he was a handsome man.

When they arrived, the poetry meeting was almost about to start.When the carriage engraved with the logo of Prince An's Mansion came into everyone's sight, the scholars were boiling.

That's King An!Today's most beloved son! !An Wang who lives in seclusion and does not easily participate in activities! ! !How much face does this have? !

This year's organizer, Mr. Chang Ning, even came out to greet him in trepidation.

The carriage stopped, and a boy (?) got off first.who is he?How can you be qualified to ride with His Highness King An?This is the doubt in everyone's mind.

Mu Hexuan got off the carriage slowly, breathed the long-lost fresh air, looked at the group of people in front of him, and suddenly felt as if he had been in a lifetime (it was).After coming to Beijing in his previous life, because his martial arts were abolished, and he lived on thin ice, he gradually developed a gloomy personality and didn't like to interact with people. Even if Zhao Fu took him to participate in several activities, he stayed quietly corner.He almost forgot that he used to be a rowdy person too.

Mu Hexuan supported his family, Wang An, and walked directly to the examiner's seat.Yes, if someone with a particularly noble status is present, he will be regarded as an examiner, and these scholars must be students when they speak.Mu Hexuan thought about the scene, and almost couldn't laugh out loud.

When passing by a group of people, he saw Mu Heang who seemed to be the center of everyone.He was staring at his family An Wang obsessively, and took the time to look at himself with that kind of stubborn hatred.Mu Hexuan snorted, thinking to himself that he has been thinking about unrealistic things all day long, this time I won't let your reputation be ruined, at least I will make you unlucky for several years.

The Dou Poetry Club is mainly divided into three processes, and it continues the traditional style. The first is the name of the flower, the second is the order of the flower, and the third is the poem of the flower.The first two of these three processes cut off half of the people, and the last one determines the winner.

There was nothing to say in the first round. One hundred scholars were divided into two teams, and within the specified time, they wrote down the nicknames they could think of on paper.Of course, some aliases and so on can be counted, it depends on whether you are fully prepared and how fast you are.For example, peony is also called peony and white antler. You can write all these, and people will not only say that you are flattering, but that you are knowledgeable.

Mu Hexuan stood behind his family, Wang An, and saw that Mu Heang was motionless in the field, and only said his name to instruct others to write.

"Huh? That young master is so arrogant! Everyone else is writing why he stands still? Don't you think so? Stop." During this period of time, the relationship between the two people has rapidly heated up, and they have reached the point of calling each other words. the point.Mu Hexuan's idea is very simple, when others treat him well, he treats others with all his heart and soul. This is also the result of training in the military camp for nearly ten years in his previous life.Wei Jingxing had ghosts in his heart.

He spoke in a moderate voice, which happened to be heard by everyone in the audience. The doctor standing on the high platform also noticed this situation, and said: "Scholar in the audience, if you don't move, I will be regarded as an automatic exit!"

Mu Heang's face turned blue and white, and his gaze towards Mu Hexuan was about to burst into flames.In fact, he has suffered a lot. He has been in ancient times for 20 years, but he has no talent in calligraphy. No matter how hard he practices, the characters he writes are worse than those of some children. Writing big characters is not bad. If it is like this This kind of correct lower case script must be a black ink when written.So he never writes in front of people.

Fortunately, his reaction was not slow: "Master Doctor Qi, the student scratched his finger while chopping bamboo. It may be difficult to write. I hope Sir Doctor will forgive me."

His attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and many older people nodded secretly in their hearts.And what is bamboo cutting?That is the fashion among scholars, making bamboo slips and writing brushes by themselves to flaunt their desire to learn.But those who actually do so are very few.Therefore, many people are already asking the doctor to forgive me.The doctor also hesitated, and at this time Mu Hexuan spoke again: "Master, you are so good. Cutting bamboo is hard work, and you actually scratched your fingers? And since you know you can't participate, you should retreat. Why give it to others? Trouble? You see, because you are alone, the game will be forced to stop."

Everyone thought, yes!I don’t know when the day has already darkened. The next two talking points are okay, but the writing on the screen right now, if we don’t hurry to end, when the rain pours down, won’t everyone’s efforts be in vain?