Second-hand little prince

Chapter 91

Qin Zixuan wore a purple royal robe embroidered with a four-clawed golden dragon, a jade crown, and a thick cloak made of bearskin. When he walked out of the room, a gust of cold wind came in his face. Qin Zixuan looked up at the sky and asked Asked: "Will it snow today?"

"It's hard to say, the weather has dropped a lot all of a sudden, maybe it's snowing, sir, you should wear another robe to cover it outside, so you don't get cold." Li Han also looked at the sky, and the place to go today is Yuquan Tower, It's windy there, and I'm afraid it will be even colder.

"My lord, just listen to the general and wear another robe." Song urged.

"Okay, then wear another one." Qin Zixuan shrank his neck, his body seemed to be particularly afraid of the cold.

Seemingly seeing what Qin Zixuan was thinking, Song said: "My lord's health is much better than last year's. Last year, when winter just entered, my lord closed the door to thank guests. He didn't open the door until the spring blossoms. much better."

"Really?" Qin Zixuan curled his lips, not going out for a whole winter, the original owner of this body is really pitiful.

"Sister, as long as you keep exercising, your body will definitely be better in the future than it is now." Li Han said, he had a deeper understanding of Qin Zixuan's laziness, and he would never move more unless it hurt his body.

"Hehe, I see." Qin Zixuan returned to the room, took the brocade robe that Rushi had brought, and put on another one. It felt like a ball of meat. Fortunately, he was tall. If a short man wore so many Clothes, that is a ball that can move.

Li Han ordered fifty personal guards to guard him, and rushed to the Yuquan Tower along the way. On the way, he could see talented scholars on the way. Qin Zixuan looked at the scenery outside through the curtain, and his heart was fascinated. It's a pity that he can't hunt on horseback.

As soon as this thought came out, Li Han mercilessly laughed at him, asking the young man, do you dare to shoot the prey?Do you have the heart to hurt?Well, Qin Zixuan said that as a human being in his second life, he never even killed a chicken.

Upstairs in Yuquan, early arrivals have already started to occupy their seats, and there is a high platform in the front with five chairs, which are the judges invited this time. One is an old monk from Xiangguo Temple. The first is Lin Que, the dean of the Royal Academy of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Lin Que is the father of Lin Taifu. He is more than 70 years old today. The old man has been a scholar all his life. He is also the grandfather of Qin Zixuan.

The other two are Qian Haiyang and Fang Bi, who are also famous Confucian scholars, and the last one is Qin Zixuan. As the former number one talented scholar of the Great Qin Dynasty and King Cheng of the Great Qin Dynasty, there is nothing wrong with being invited to be one of the judges. But Qin Zixuan still smelled an unusual conspiracy.

Of course, when literati fight, they fight for literary talent. Qin Zixuan kept rubbing his stomach along the way, counting how much ink is still in it, and how much will be poured out today. Li Han thought Qin Zixuan's stomach was uncomfortable, so he also helped rub it. .

When Qin Zixuan arrived, the four judges had already arrived, and Qin Zixuan, a young man, was the last one to arrive, which made Qin Zixuan extremely embarrassed, saluted and said hello one by one, and even got a cane when he arrived at Lin Que.

The reason is very simple, Lin Que felt that Qin Zixuan was too lazy, even if he lost his memory and forgot how to handle the pen, he could learn all these things, but this guy found a lot of reasons to refuse to learn, how could he not be angry.

Even so, Qin Zixuan can't take revenge. An old man in his 70s, if you fight with him, isn't that bad luck?Following the arrival of the five judges, the top ten talents stepped forward to salute again, and sat down on both sides of the high platform in two rows.

Lin Que sat in the middle of the judging table. Although Qin Zixuan was the King of Cheng, he was still young and sat at the end. This competition is divided into four parts, piano art, chess, poetry, and painting. Poetry includes poetry and poetry. For Zhang, there are five rounds in total, which means that each of the five judges will give a test question.

Qin Zixuan knows nothing except that he can compose poems and match Zhang. Qin is a lyre, and Qin Zixuan can play guitar, but there is no wow in this era. Chess can play Xiangqi, but here is Go.

Of course, these original owners know it well, and they are proficient, so they were named the number one talented person. Qin Zixuan sat at the end, and Li Han sat not far away. Let him hold the warm stove in his arms, and the talented scholars around look with contempt for a while.

However, when these people were stared at by Li Han, they immediately fell silent. They all knew that Li Han had a bad temper, and even the people in the Golden Palace dared to punch and kick her. Li Han glanced at him, and Li Han responded with bigger eyes.

Li Han still remembers that crutch just now, if it wasn't for the age of the other party, he really wanted to throw back an old punch.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, the host bravely stepped forward to change the subject, and officially announced the start of the competition. First, he asked Dean Lin to write a question. Dean Lin stroked his beard and shook his head after thinking for a while, and finally came up with a word of virtue.

Obviously this was a gift from the stingy old man to Li Han, but unfortunately Li Han couldn't understand, he didn't think about himself, only his little husband in his eyes, if anyone else asked a question, it had nothing to do with her.

The ten talents Zhao Fangjie, Wu Xiuqing, Tang Bozhao, Ji Sheng, Lin Wencai, Fang Shao, Qian Tao, Wei Yan, Du Lei, and Lin Wenhao all bowed their heads and thought for a while, writing one after another. They shook their heads and fell into deep thought.

Qin Zixuan squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. Soon, Zhao Fangjie was the first to write, and looked up at the judging platform very confidently. If you think of a good phrase or quatrain, you might as well tell me and let me be taught."

Qin Zixuan slowly opened his eyes, took a look at Zhao Fangjie, and said calmly: "During the competition, you need to be quiet, and disturb others to answer without reason, even a villain."

"You!" Zhao Fangjie was stunned so badly that his heart ached. This bastard, how could he define his own virtue in just one sentence? Wanting to explain, Qin Zixuan had already closed his eyes, while the others were still bowing their heads and struggling to write.

After Qin Zixuan closed his eyes, the corner of his mouth curled up into an evil curve, even if he was the first one to finish writing, so what, do his own shit, but it's okay to block him a bit, to see if he dares to draw the flames of war on himself, stomach There's not much stock here.

Lin Que looked at his great-grandson who was wrapped like a zongzi, thought about it, and felt that this was polite. In order to let the talented scholars write with peace of mind, these judges sat quietly, and everyone in the audience could hear the needles. Zhao Fangjie's words It really bothers people.

There are disadvantages in virtue, too competitive is not good, you need to cultivate your mind and character, just for this point, Lin Que made a judgment on Zhao Fangjie's poems, the first is not advisable.

(End of this chapter)