"Mr. Chen, please stop being so pretentious and tell me what the topic is. You see, everyone can't wait." At this time, a man in luxurious clothes said loudly.

"I see, you can't wait any longer." Mr. Chen cursed with a smile, and then said: "Our West Lake in Hangzhou can be called a fairyland on earth. Today we happen to be on the edge of the West Lake, so why not...

Choose the title of West Lake and compose a poem about it. What do you think?"

As soon as this question came out, everyone on the scene was a little surprised. It was not because this question was difficult, but because it was too simple. There was nothing eye-catching about it. From ancient times to the present, there have been countless masterpieces about the West Lake.

Come down.

If the topics were changed to more unfamiliar topics, it would still give them a headache. They had done this in previous literary conferences, but they were a little confused as to why this year's style was changed from previous years.

I saw Mr. Chen continue to say: "This literary meeting is different from the past. The person who set the question is Miss Hongying. The top talent will not only get a hundred taels of silver reward, but also have the opportunity to

The interview with Miss Hongying."

As soon as Mr. Chen finished speaking, it was as if a pot was exploding. There was a lot of discussion, but almost everyone's face showed strong interest.

In fact, the reason why so many people came today is because of this girl Hongying. They had previously known that girl Hongying might attend this literary conference, but they didn't know the specific reason.

"It turns out it's because of her. Why did so many people come to this literary conference?" Li Zhihe looked suddenly enlightened.

"Brother Li, who is Miss Hongying?" Yi An asked curiously.

What kind of woman is it that can attract so many admirers?

"That girl Hongying is the oiran of the Zuihua House in the city. Although she is a prostitute, she has always been clean and self-sufficient. She does not sell herself. She is proficient in playing chess, calligraphy and painting. Since ancient times, talented people love beauties, let alone them.

Even a rough guy like me couldn't help but feel moved after seeing it." Li Zhihe's face was a little moved. He had only seen the appearance of the Hongying girl once before, and most of his other knowledge was from hearsay.

Yi An frowned, but didn't show it. He just felt that something was a little strange.

That girl Hong Ying has actually fascinated so many people. Is she really an enchanting woman, or is she hiding something else?

Paper, ink, pen and inkstone have already been arranged by Zhuangzi, so there is no need for guests to prepare them themselves.

Yi An thought for a while, picked up the pen, and began to write his answer.

"Brother Yi, suppress all those people who deceive the world and steal their reputation." Li Zhihe watched Yi An prepare to write and couldn't help but said.

His words made the people around him feel unhappy. It was only because they thought of Li Zhihe's identity that they didn't get angry.

It's just that they don't know that even without Wei Liang's relationship, they, weak scholars, can't do anything to each other.

Yi An smiled bitterly. He really wanted to ask, is it really good to incite hatred like this?

As if he knew what Yi An was thinking, a smile appeared on Li Zhihe's face.

Yes, he did it on purpose just now and successfully aroused the hostility of the talented people present. If he didn't do this, where would Yi An's sense of urgency come from.

The husband had already noticed that Yi An's mind was not here. He was studying as if to complete a task, without any desire or desire.

It's good to be low-key sometimes, but being too calm is not something you should do at this age.

Therefore, Wei Liang ordered Li Zhihe to add fuel to the flames at the appropriate time to add a little fun to Yi An.

It can be said that Wei Liang had good intentions for Yi An.

After about half an hour, I saw He Ting shouting: "Dear talents, please stop writing. The time is up. I invite Mr. Chen to judge with all the judges."

Immediately afterwards, someone came to collect everyone's works. After Yi An signed his name, he handed it over.

First of all, He Ting first assigned all the works to other judges besides Mr. Chen, and asked them to conduct a preliminary screening to select the better ones, eliminate the mediocre and poor ones, and then select the carefully selected ones.

Pass it into the hands of Mr. Chen.

There are many talented people in Hangzhou, and there were hundreds of people present, but in the end, there were only less than twenty copies of the works left, which was a pitifully small number.

Although Mr. Chen is old, he still has some real talents and learning. After all, he had to pass many tests to reach his current status.

He took over the remaining works, first picked up the first copy, read it through, just shook his head, threw it aside, and went to get the second copy. Unfortunately, several copies in a row were useless for Mr. Chen to touch.

satisfied.

Seeing this scene of Mr. Chen judging, everyone below was almost sweating.

Until the moment the results are announced, they don't know whether they have lost the election.

"Brother Wenju, in your opinion, who has the best chance of winning this time?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say, this time even the people from Jingyuan Academy in the city are here, and Mr. Xu, Mr. Song, and Mr. Qin who won the championship in previous years are also present. This time it's really something to see.

"

"It's just a pity. I don't know who will be lucky enough to be favored by Miss Hongying. Even if I can only meet Miss Hongying once, I will be satisfied."

Jingyuan Academy is known as the number one academic institution in Hangzhou. However, this is an aristocratic academy. The tuition fee for one year is prohibitive even for ordinary wealthy families.

But the title of the No. 1 Academy is not in vain. There have been many self-proclaimed talents who came to challenge it, and without exception, they all ended up in disastrous defeats.

It's just that the students at Jingyuan Academy have always looked down on this cultural gathering, so they have never participated. But this time, they heard that Miss Hongying was present, so they followed.

When Mr. Chen saw the sixth copy, he finally showed some praise and said: "Xu Zhirong is somewhat talented and learned. He is much better than the previous ones, but he still feels unsatisfactory and lacks artistic conception."

He put Xu Zhirong's on the other side for the time being, and then picked out a few more copies. When it came to the penultimate copy, Mr. Chen just glanced at it and his eyes lit up.

"Brother Zhao Lin, look at this work."

Wang Zhaolin accepted the work. It must be a rare masterpiece that could make Mr. Chen lose his composure. He savored it carefully and felt the artistic conception in it. He was immersed in it and couldn't help but be amazed.
Chapter completed!