Order me to write poems just after time travel?Sister Xuan stopped pretending!

Chapter 10 Poetry
one day?

Fortunately, at present, the task difficulty promulgated by the system seems to be deliberately changed.

After the random task is refreshed at [-]:[-] noon tomorrow, master-level acting skills will be credited!
Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

Sister Xuan'er certainly understands that in this superficial Three Kingdoms period that did not belong to any dynasty in China, if one wants to survive, the importance of acting skills is self-evident.

Zhang Xuan fell asleep.

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Afternoon Garden

"Miss, you wait here for a while, I will hand in the invitation letter!"

After Chuntao finished speaking, she hurriedly squeezed into the crowd.

There are so many people, I kind of want to go home.

Zhang Xuan looked up, but his mind sank into the system space.

When I was on the road just now, the system popped up a reminder that the random mission has been refreshed, so I just have a look at it now.

Mission introduction: The leader of the poetry club

A "gentle" girl from another world!The undercurrent of poetry in front of me is not the same as before.You must have noticed it with your keenness, right?The right to choose is in your hands, three choices, three futures!
Option [-]: Come on, let's go ahead!The first one in this poetry meeting must belong to Sister Xuan'er!

Reward: 1300 change value, a low-level roulette chance to draw (limited time for defense class)

Option [-]: Take the exam and kill everything!Participate in poetry clubs, but don't write poetry!Break through the shackles of your predecessor and be your true self!
Reward: 500 change value, a bucket of fat house happy water.

Option [-]: Isn't this mission too scary?Sister Xuan'er must follow the path of heart!Spring peaches!go home!
Reward: No matter how much you eat, you won't get fat.

Sister Xuan'er was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, the random mission this time turned out to be in the form of three different requirements and different rewards.

That's not bad, it's worth encouraging!The degree of freedom has increased again!
Sister Xuan's affirmation.

Taking a closer look, the first option is obviously the most difficult, and may even be dangerous, but the corresponding rewards are also high.

According to the relevant introduction on the task panel, this poetry meeting is obviously unusual, and the undercurrent behind it should mean that all forces are paying attention and participating in this game.

Zhang Xuan noticed that the probability of defensive items in the roulette lottery increased for a limited time.

If you choose the first option, there is a high probability that you will make up for your long-standing life safety problems.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Xuan chose the first option.

In the third mission reward, the magical little apron that can eat no matter how much you eat, is priced at 1000 change value in the system store, and you can actually afford it, but in this critical period, you still have to arm yourself as soon as possible.

Hearing Chuntao's voice not far away, Zhang Xuan raised his head and found Chuntao waving towards him, so he hurriedly walked a few steps and came to him.

"Miss, for some reason today, after the officer read the invitation letter from Miss, he asked Chuntao to wait for a while, and it has been delayed until now."

Chuntao was chirping in my ears, like an oriole, her voice was clear but not harsh.

Zhang Xuan knew it well.

I'm afraid that at this moment, all the forces concerned about her have already begun to prepare.

What I will experience next is second only to the on-the-spot poems on the Golden Palace.

You must be extremely cautious.

After sorting out his thoughts, he strolled into the small garden.

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"She is coming?"

"She is coming."

"Go."

"Yes."

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Walking slowly on the road, Zhang Xuan looked at the epiphyllum on both sides, and felt a little pity.

Epiphyllum usually blooms before the sun and moon (October). I heard from Chuntao that I, my predecessor, came to enjoy the flowers specially at that time, and even made a song "Praise Epiphyllum". It is said that the poem finally fell into the hands of Qian Shenggan.

As the two moved forward, the crowd gradually became denser, and some of the people who came to the poetry meeting recognized Zhang Xuan.

"Isn't that Zhang's daughter?"

"Yes, although she didn't win the last poetry meeting, she wrote a good poem."

"I heard that she went to the Golden Palace to face poetry and won."

"Let's hear it, can a woman go to the palace to deal with diplomatic relations?"

"I think Miss Zhang Xuan is not an ordinary woman, but a strange woman."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, some people nodded to Zhang Xuan, and Zhang Xuan also returned the gift.

There is a high platform in the center of the garden, about three feet long, with several wooden tables on which are prepared paper, ink, pens and inkstones.

There was a man standing on the stage, holding a bull's horn in his hand, with a strong figure and slightly bulging temples.

The man picked up the horn, puffed up his cheeks and blew vigorously, the loud and desolate sound immediately resounded throughout the Huayuan Garden.

Seeing the participants in the distance gradually approaching, the host on the high platform knocked on his chest and shouted with all his might:
"The once-a-month Epiphyllum poetry meeting will start right away!"

"This epiphyllum poetry competition will be held in the form of time-limited creation!"

"When the competition starts, the requirements for the theme of the poems will be uniformly announced, and the contestants are required to create poems within half a stick of incense!"

"The finished poems will be pasted on the stone wall over there one by one!"

"We will distribute special epiphyllum petals later! It symbolizes a vote! Just throw the petals into the wooden basket under the work!"

"The last three authoritative judges will score separately! The highest score represents ten votes! The one with the highest total score will be the leader of this epiphyllum poetry meeting!"

"The following three judges are invited!"

"Director of Liangchuan Academy—Wei Judgment!"

I saw an old man with a long beard stepping onto the stage, sitting on the side of the long table in the center of the stage, and immediately looked down with his eyes, as if he was looking for someone.

"Principal of Chushan College—Judge Wu!"

Compared with the headmaster of Liangchuan Academy, this headmaster from Chushan College is not so handsome.

With a few strands of white beard interspersed with black beard, he, who was rather fat, slowly climbed up to the high platform and sat on the other side of the long table.

Glancing at Judging Wei next to him, he sneered and said:

"Wei Wen, Liang Guo boasts of being rich in resources and talented people, why is this poem arranged so poorly?"

"Look at this earthen platform and inner earthen ladder, it's not even as good as any pigsty in any county in Dachu."

Wei Wen didn't even look at him, he said leisurely:
"You lost the written test yesterday, to a girl."

Director Wu of Chushan College choked when he heard the words, rolled his eyes twice, and continued to output:

"You Liang Guoming clearly emphasizes culture and martial arts, and Liangchuan Academy is known as the number one in the Three Kingdoms. Then why did you let me, Mr. Chu Yun, win the first place in this year's Jingzhe competition? And I almost lost to those barbarians, ha ha."

This time it was Wei Wen's turn to sit still, because this is an indisputable fact. One batch of people, another group of people.

The current head of the mountain, Fifth Wucai, was placed in Liangchuan Academy by the right minister, Fifth Qingrou, at this time.

Wei Wen frowned, he always hit back head-on, but this time the other party couldn't find a breakthrough in the rebuttal for a while.

Seeing this, Director Wu was about to taunt, when he heard a "dong" behind him, as if something had landed lightly.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed, and the host on the stage shouted:

"The third judge—His Royal Highness the Second Prince of Daliang!"

(End of this chapter)