Mu Qingwan never expected to meet Zhaohe here, so she subconsciously looked around him in a hurry. When she saw that there was no one else, she couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the judges' bench, Showa's hair was tied up with a hosta, and her white clothes were fluttering. She looked like a handsome young man, and his usual flamboyant atmosphere was well restrained.

Maybe he noticed her gaze, and Zhaohe also looked over. Although Mu Qingwan wore men's clothes every time he went out on the street, and his face changed slightly, but if you look closely, you can still recognize her, and it flashed through Zhaohe's eyes.

Judging by the surprise, he must have recognized her.

However, in such an occasion, it is definitely not suitable to reminisce about the past. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other tacitly.

Representatives from the Showa era, the Four Great Talents, and several contemporary Confucian scholars all spoke on the stage, and then Shen Qingying, as the host, began to announce the rules of the literary meeting.

The competition in this literary competition was as usual, divided into six sessions, namely couplets, poetry, poetry, law, policy and wisdom.

Winning the first place in the Literary Society not only gives you the opportunity to have close contact with contemporary great Confucians, but more importantly, it is a shortcut to the sky. Through the introduction of these great Confucians, you can directly serve in the imperial court, so this also makes every year

Wenhui will attract those young people with ambitions.

However, there are said to be six competitions. Since the Wenhui was held, no one has been able to pass all the tests. The best result was a young man in the Wenhui last year. That person passed five tests, but failed in the sixth test.

Still stumped.

However, it is precisely because the competition is difficult that it attracts people with lofty ideals to come to challenge. What's more, even the Sixth Prince of the current Dynasty came to this literary meeting. If you can stand out in this literary meeting and win the favor of the Sixth Prince,

Fame and wealth are certainly not a problem, so when Shen Qingying announced the start of the literary conference, the Confucian scholars from all over the country looked eager to try, their eyes lit up, and the atmosphere in the entire venue began to become tense.

The first competition: couplets.

The person who asked this question was Luo Ganbi, one of the four great talents. The competition method was rush answer. Each contestant was given a wooden sign. After the contestant raised his sign, he could only answer the question after being signaled by the judges. If he could not answer the question after raising his sign,

, you will be disqualified.

The wooden plaques were numbered, and Mu Qingwan was assigned the number 20. After all the wooden plaques were distributed to everyone and their names were written on them, Luo Ganbi began to write questions:

"The first couplet is: The moon is full in the sky, half of the moon is on the ground, and the moon is full and half of the moon."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately raised his placard. The man in green shirt who held the placard calmly replied after receiving a signal from the judges:

"New Year's Eve is the end of the year, New Year's Eve is the beginning, and every year is the end of the year."

Before anyone could marvel at this man’s quick thinking, the next line came out:

"The eight great kings of lute, harp, harp, your Majesty are above."

Immediately, someone else raised a sign and replied: "Four little ghosts, ghosts and demons, ghosts and ghosts are invading the border."

After several consecutive lines, the wooden sign in Mu Qingwan's hand was never raised, which made Leng Yi next to him a little curious. Even Zhaohe and Cheng Fengge at the judges' table also looked at them with doubts, "Master, didn't you say that you want to attend the literary meeting?"

Do you stand out? Why don’t you answer the question?”

Mu Qingwan smiled faintly, "Don't show off your talents too much. This game only needs to ensure that we can advance to the second game. There is no need to put all the focus on us from the beginning."

While they were talking, a few more couplets passed by, each one was exquisite and each sentence was absolute. It seemed that this Luocheng Literary Society lived up to its reputation, and the people who came to participate were not just ordinary people.

Another couplet came to my ears:

"Where there is a will, things come true. If the cauldron sinks the boat, a hundred and two Qin passes will eventually belong to Chu."

This couplet was quite difficult to answer, so no one answered for a long time. Mu Qingwan finally raised the sign in her hand:

"If you work hard, God will not let you down. If you work hard and endure hardships, three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu."

As soon as this couplet came out, cheers came from the surrounding area. Mu Qingwan still had a faint smile on her face, waiting for the next couplet:

"The sky is the chessboard and the stars are the pieces. Who can play?"

Everyone thought hard for a long time, and finally someone came up with the answer: "The ground is the pipa, the road is the string, who dares to play it?"

Several more lines passed, and Mu Qingwan remained silent until the last line came out:

"Wangjiang Tower, watch the river flow, watch the river flow from the Wangjiang Tower. The river tower is eternal, and the river flow is eternal."

Seeing that no one answered, she calmly raised the sign: "Yinyue Well, Yinyue Ying, Yinyue Well Yinyue Yinyue. Yuejing Yinyuen, Yueying Yinyuen."

Amid the admiration from the surroundings, ten people selected by the judges, including Mu Qingwan, entered the next competition.

The second competition: poetry.

This level is hosted by Xiao Shuimo, who is the best at poetry among the four great talents.

Although everyone is fully prepared to participate in this literary conference, especially after the couplet competition just now, those who can stand here are all highly intelligent people, but as we all know, Xiao Shuimo has never been a person who plays according to common sense. , now as the examiner, he still doesn’t know what tricks he will use, so everyone can’t help but sweat, waiting for him to speak.

Xiao Shuimo, like Cheng Fengge, was also addicted to alcohol, and today's occasion was no exception. At this moment, he held a pot of wine in his hand, ordered the servant to bring cups, put seven cups in front of each contestant's table, and poured them all Filled with wine, then said:

"Today's literary meeting is full of distinguished guests, celebrities and talented people. Since I am hosting this event, I will tell you the rules first. Later I will give questions to ten talented people. The answerer must drink seven glasses of wine. Complete the corresponding poems within the time limit. After all the answers are completed, the people present will make the judgment. Which one of your poems do you think is the most wonderful? Please stand behind which talent. Finally, the decision will be based on the number of supporters. What do you think about distinguishing the good from the bad?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd of onlookers below began to cheer enthusiastically. Such rules had never appeared in previous literary conferences. Now Xiao Shuimo actually handed over the decision-making power to the onlookers. It made them feel that Both Yourong Yan and Yourong smiled broadly and applauded in unison.

When the talents on the stage heard such unique rules, some were indifferent, some were nervous, some were horrified, and some were confident...

But no matter what they thought, the competition started on time. According to the order of card numbers, the first talent was No. 3. It was Fu Jinglun, the scholar in blue shirt who answered the first couplet. There was no trace of panic on his face at this moment. He must have Already confident.

Xiao Shuimo poured himself a glass of wine and drank it. He stared at the autumn chrysanthemums in full bloom in the garden and said in a sweet voice: "Now that autumn is in full bloom and the chrysanthemums are in bloom, I would like you to recite a poem with the title 'Autumn Chrysanthemums'." Let’s start.”

Fu Jinglun nodded happily, picked up a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, raised his head and chanted:

"Autumn comes without a hundred flowers blooming, but with all the thinness and coldness, it enters the clear sky."

The second cup was drained again:

"Drink the Yurun Liuxiang tea outside, and sleep in the wine with the bone-piercing frost."

The onlookers couldn't help but cheer loudly, and the scholars on the judges' bench kept stroking their beards and nodding in appreciation.

Third cup:

"There is no need to compete with charm to get what you want, only to let Gu Biao be pitiful."

Fourth cup:

"A sweet heart opens thinly, and endless past memories are played on the strings."

After Fu Jinglun finished chanting, he put down his wine glass, raised his hands and bowed to everyone, "I'm showing off my shame!"

There were constant bursts of cheers from the crowd, four glasses of wine became a poem, and Qiu Ju's noble and elegant temperament was vividly explained, and Qiu Ju himself made people feel that he was also noble, neither arrogant nor discouraged, and was indifferent and uncontested.

His appearance undoubtedly made him more favorable in the hearts of the people.

The competition continued. Xiao Shuimo was worthy of being a generation of geeks. Except for the question of the first person, Fu Jinglun, which was slightly more suitable for the occasion, the rest were all weird and off-topic questions, but they had to be answered in a short time. However, among these ten people

There were indeed a few truly talented and learned people who not only had quick minds but also wrote exquisite poems. There were also a few who were more unlucky. They were so anxious that they couldn't even finish the poem and had to give up in the end.

When it was Mu Qingwan's turn, she was already the last one. Although there were countless modern poems in her mind, her heart was still nervous involuntarily. She really admired the few people who had written poems in front of them. They

This can be regarded as a true talent and a real talent, and most of what she created was plagiarized from the masterpieces of those great writers and poets in ancient times, so it is really embarrassing to say that, but in order to win this competition, she also took into account

Not that many anymore.

At this moment, she just hoped that Xiao Shuimo would never give her any weird questions. Otherwise, if she couldn't find a suitable question within her limited literary knowledge, wouldn't she be defeated?

Although she remained calm on the surface, she still clenched her fists involuntarily.

Xiao Shuimo walked up to her, smiled lightly at her, and said calmly:

"The name of this wine is 'Lihua Bai'. I heard that it is a fine wine that Mr. Shen has been collecting for decades. In order to thank him for his generous contribution today, why don't I ask you to use 'wine' as the title."

Mu Qingwan felt relieved and smiled slightly. She held the wine glass with her delicate hands. Her eyes were as bright and transparent as amber. She raised the glass and drank down the first glass of wine. The pride in her body began to slowly increase as the wine entered her stomach.

It spread out and chanted majesticly:

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River never comes up, and it rushes to the sea and never returns. Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."

As soon as this sentence came out, the eyes of the judges suddenly brightened up in a frightening way, but she did not give everyone a chance to breathe. She drank the second glass without stopping, turned the empty glass upside down on the table, and continued to chant:

"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the gold bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone."

"Clang--" There was a sound, and several wine glasses fell to the ground. There was silence all around, so quiet that you could even hear your breathing. Everyone only had eyes on the young man in white who exuded majestic momentum in the ring.

.

Mu Qingwan seemed unaware and quietly drank her third glass of wine:

"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups."

This wine is indeed a good wine that has been stored in the cellar for several years. Mu Qingwan has not been so happy for a long time, so free and happy for a moment. A beautiful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. If she hadn't been wearing men's clothes at the moment, she had done something on her face.

The camouflage covers up the stunning face, which will probably dazzle even the heaven and earth.

The smell of alcohol made her feel even more relaxed. She drank her fourth glass without frowning and continued:

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don't stop drinking. I will sing a song with you, please listen to me."

After drinking the fifth glass of wine, the entire garden was silent. Everyone seemed to be overwhelmed by the aura of the young man in white in Taichung, and could not even breathe.

Mu Qingwan raised her head and smiled, drank it all in one gulp, and said loudly:

"Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will be drunk forever and never wake up. In ancient times, the sages were all lonely, and only the drinkers left their names."

After the sixth cup, Mu Qingwan's face turned an intoxicating blush. Her body swayed slightly. Leng Yi on the side held her arm worriedly. She smiled at him and said she didn't have to worry.

This smile actually made Leng Yi, who was always known for being cold-hearted and cold-hearted, blush suddenly and forget to let go of his hands.

But the next second, his natural keen insight allowed him to feel a gaze as sharp as a fine needle. He turned his head subconsciously, and without any surprise, he collided with a pair of bone-cold black eyes.

His face became solemn, a chill ran down his spine, and he subconsciously let go of Mu Qingwan's hand, never daring to go beyond the rules again.
To be continued...