Chapter 129 First round finalists

"Okay." Pei Mo smiled and went over with Yan Jingtian, Murong Qing and others.

Although he knew that Murong Qing did not like reading in his life, he still had full confidence in her.

To him, whether Murong Qing can place in this competition is secondary, as long as she has fun.

On the high platform, there is a big sign in the middle with the words Poetry Competition written on it. In front of the sign is a long table, and behind the table are several old men sitting.

There are several rows of tables arranged under the stage, and the seats behind them are already filled with contestants for this competition.

People had already gathered around the competition ground, most of them came to watch the fun.

"I have admired you for a long time." Yan Jingtian went up and hugged a few old men, his words full of admiration.

These old men are all well-known literary scholars in the capital. They study poetry at home on weekdays and rarely leave the house.

Ordinary people don't recognize them, but young people in the literary world admire them very much.

"Master Yan has won the award. It is really an honor for me to be invited to participate as a judge in this competition." An old man with a white beard stood up and said modestly.

At this time, the man who played the gong came forward and asked Yan Jingtian respectfully what he meant.

"Master Hou, can we start now?"

Murong Qing saw that there was an empty seat among the contestants, so he walked over and sat down.

He turned around and looked at Pei Mo. Seeing Pei Mo's trusting eyes, he also smiled slightly.

The host above has finished reading out the rules of the competition, and then said loudly: "In the first competition, each contestant is asked to write a poem about spring. The competition lasts for one stick of incense. If the time exceeds, the results will be invalid."

"There must be no loud noises or opportunists during the competition, otherwise the results will be invalid and you will not be allowed to participate in subsequent competitions."

There was an incense burner on the judges' table with a stick of incense stuck in it. After the host finished speaking, he reached out and lit the incense on the table.

"Now the game begins."

Seeing that everyone had understood the rules of the competition, the host gave the order and everyone started writing with their heads down.

For a moment, the whole place fell silent, and only the sound of brushes brushing on paper could be heard.

Murong Qing spread out the paper and recalled all the poems he had read in the past few days in his mind. He bit the back end of the brush with his white teeth and thought about it in his mind.

Some of the other contestants have already started writing poems, while others, like Murong Qing, are still thinking with their heads down.

The incense on the table has been burned for less than half, and the contestant in the middle of the front row has beads of sweat on his forehead because he is anxious. On the other hand, his paper is still blank.

However, there is a handsome man sitting on the far right side of the second row. He seems to be full of ideas and has already written most of it on the paper.

Pei Mo and Yan Jingtian's eyes scanned the entire field, taking in the situation of all the contestants. They looked at each other, and finally Pei Mo's eyes turned to Murong Qing.

"Okay, I just want to refine the poems I read a few days ago and transform them into my own ideas. Just pay attention to the rhyme."

Murong Qing raised her head and glanced at the incense on the table. It was half burned. At this time, she also drafted a complete poem in her mind and began to write quickly.

The stick of incense soon burned to the end, and then there was another gong sound.

"It's time for the competition. All contestants, please put down your pens."

An invigilator has already come to collect the papers of each contestant, and after collecting them, they will all be handed over to the judges.

"Please wait patiently, it is time for the judges to make their comments."

Murong Qing felt a little scared. After all, he had never experienced poetry before, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Will I be eliminated? This is the first round. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if I were eliminated now?" Thinking of Pei Mo and Yan Jingtian watching from the sidelines, Murong Qing instantly felt pressured.

Although she has dreamed about those famous masterpieces in her previous life, she cannot reveal them at this moment. After all, it is only the first competition. If she shows too conspicuously, she may cause a lot of trouble for herself.

So she chose a safe approach, and then stepped up her efforts to study hard all night in the bookstore to cope with this first round of competition.

The judges carefully read the contestants' poems, sometimes bowing their heads and twirling their beards, smiling with satisfaction, sometimes frowning, shaking their heads and putting the works aside.

The contestants carefully observed the expressions of the judges above and saw them exchanging opinions from time to time, which made them feel more and more nervous.

After the time of burning incense, the host walked over and communicated with several judges, then stood on the high platform with a piece of paper.

A group of contestants became excited, knowing that this was the ranking of the competition.

"Now I announce the winner of this round of competition, Wang Renjie, Mr. Wang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man sitting on the far right in the second row stood up from his seat with a smile on his face, his face full of pride.

"Congratulations, Prince Wang, congratulations..."

Many of the contestants who came to compete knew each other. When they heard that Wang Renjie had won the championship, they all cheered for him.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" Wang Renjie clasped his hands and responded politely to everyone one by one.

In this lively atmosphere, the host announced the second place: "Congratulations to Yang Bohu for becoming the runner-up in this poetry competition."

There was another burst of cheers and congratulations from the crowd, and the place became lively.

Several lists were announced in succession, but Murong Qing didn't even hear his name, so he became even more anxious and couldn't help biting his lips.

"Next I will announce the twelfth place..."

Murong Qing immediately cheered up and muttered secretly: "This is the last place in this round of competition. If you still can't make the list, it will be embarrassing for Dafa."

"Murong Qing!"

Hearing his name, Murong Qing instantly became happy, stood up quickly, and followed the example of the people in front of him, greeting everyone with fists in his hands.

The contestants who were not on the list had disappointment on their faces and gradually dispersed.

Murong Qing came to Pei Mo and Yan Jingtian with a smile on his face.

This result is quite satisfactory to her. She looks very low-key and can continue to participate in subsequent competitions without attracting too many people's attention.

"My performance this time was quite good." Pei Mo came up to encourage Murong Qing.

Murong Qing smiled slightly, but heard Yan Jingtian joke: "What a shame! I didn't expect that you only got the twelfth place. I saw that you have studied hard recently, and I thought you could get the top three."

Murong Qing didn't want to argue with him, but simply said: "It's because I'm not capable enough. I'm very satisfied with this name."

A few people were talking and joking, and suddenly they saw the third prince walking over, so they quickly stopped joking and went up to greet him politely.

"The third prince is here."
Chapter completed!