Is my wife farming today?

Chapter 55 One move is missing

While everyone was talking about it, Dugu Xi responded in a slightly solemn voice: "I also think this one is the best among the poems I have read before, but I would like to ask His Highness Helan to finish reading the remaining poems before making the selection."

He Lanlian said confidently: "Okay, as you said."

After reading seven or eight more poems, He Lanlian's face suddenly changed, his brows furrowed, and he pinched the big ink mark on the corner of the hemp paper tightly with two fingers.

what happened?

How come there are ink marks on both poems? Is it an accident? Or did someone do it on purpose?
  He raised his head and glanced at Dugu Xiwei, who was still immersed in appreciating the previous poem, discussing with a few people on the side, and didn't pay attention at all.

Before He Lanlian could take a closer look, someone was already urging him below.

"Read it, why don't you read it?"

"Yeah, why did you stop?"

He could only continue to read: "The small tripod fried tea noodle Quchi, the white-bearded Taoist priest played chess among the bamboos; who wrote the broken palmetto fan, remembering the time when the trees were moved in Nantang."

As soon as he finished reading, He Lanlian immediately looked at the white-bearded man not far away. He knew who wrote this poem without even thinking about it! Because Nantang was the old capital of Rizhao Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, the response from everyone in the audience was mediocre, all because of the previous poem, so even though this poem was excellent, it seemed slightly inferior.

"This poem is not bad, but unfortunately it is far inferior to the sentence 'I can't hold a bowl and send it to the tea lover'."

"Yes, this line of poetry is particularly exquisite."

"The literati who could write this poem must also be a very chic and straightforward person, and his state of mind is much higher than mine..."

Listen to everyone's comparisons.

He Lanlian's face turned pale, and then he could only exhale a heavy breath, and patiently finished reading the remaining poems.

There is no doubt that He Lanlian lost this round of competition with the theme of "tea".

The man with a white beard lowered his head and came to He Lanlian's side. His eyes were full of sadness and he said: "I lost. This poem is far better than mine. I didn't expect that people from Jiyue country can have such literary talent. I am willing to be the loser."

He Lanlian glared at him fiercely and did not tell him about the ink spots.

Originally, he specifically decided on the ink spots, fearing that the people of Jiyue could not afford to lose and would take the opportunity to switch poems, so he wanted to use this as a distinction, which would of course also help him distinguish, but who knew that something unexpected happened at the last minute.

It really pissed him off!

He Lanlian looked at the young man with yellow eyebrows next to the white-bearded man, "Ah Er, you must win the next game!"

The yellow-browed young man patted his chest and made a dull sound, then crossed his right arm across his chest and saluted He Lanlian, "Yes!"

Logically speaking, the first competition is over, and the owner of the poem should be invited to come out and reward him.

Dugu Xiwei deliberately didn't mention it, and quickly announced the theme of the next competition. Everyone didn't know who wrote the previous poem, but looking at He Lanlian's expression, it seemed that he was a little unconvinced?

Does that mean it wasn't the work of his subordinates? Everyone speculated, and also paid attention to He Lanlian in the center, trying to see something from his expression.

"For the second session, please use 'Friends' as the title. The time limit is still one stick of incense."

Sun He looked gloomy, walked to the window, and looked downstairs.

In the first competition, none of the three poems nominated were poems written by her. This was the first time that she had participated in a gathering.

As expected of Mr. Dugu, it must be because of his name that there are so many scribes today, so her poems are not enough to stand out. She must go all out in the second performance.

Just as he was thinking about it, several talented people in small groups moved towards the window.

The first question she asked was, "Hui Niang, the song 'Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to the tea lover' just now must be your work, right?"

Sun He's small handwriting contains wisdom. Only a few people with a white body like her can remember her small handwriting. These handsome young men in front of me opened their mouths and came to her. They must have known her.

Sun He cupped his hands and replied: "Sorry, I didn't do it."

"Didn't you do it?" The men asked in shock: "Is there anyone at the table who is more talented than you in literary talent? I don't believe it."

Sun He said with shame, "Thank you for your love, gentlemen, but this poem is definitely not written by me."

She explained it twice in a row, and those admirers had no choice but to believe it.

"No wonder Hui Niang, a few of us have admired your literary talent for a long time. We heard that you were coming to participate in this poetry meeting, so we had the courage to follow you just to see you in person. Now that we have met you... "The man in purple headed by him boldly expressed his love.

Sun He had no intention of agreeing, "Young Master, please forgive me for being rude. We are competing in a competition right now, so we need to concentrate. If there is anything else, it is better to wait until the poetry meeting is over."

"Ah, I'm really sorry. It's just that I've been thinking too much. Huiniang, please hurry up. After the poetry meeting, I'll wait for you in the private room No. 4 on the second floor." After that, the man saluted and left in a hurry.

Sun He stretched his eyebrows and continued to think attentively.

Zhou Wenxi was not far from the window and heard Sun He's words at this moment. He raised his eyes and happened to witness the men leaving.

For a moment, I was a little envious and said, "How come everyone can compose poetry? I'm the only one who can't?"

Xie Xie managed to squeeze into a quiet spot by the window that no one wanted. He sat down and took a sip of tea, hoping to cheer him up. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "Didn't you just do it?"

Zhou Wenxi sighed and said: "When this is over, I will also go to Imperial College. Look, you have only been there for a few days, and you can actually write such a good poem?"

Xie Xie smiled and did not respond.

Just memorizing poetry, any elementary school student in the 21st century can do it.

Without him, only the mouth is familiar.

The time of a stick of incense passes quickly.

In the second scene, Sun He was the first person to approach the history of copying, so everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Someone even asked the same question, "The poem in the first scene just now was probably written by Hui Niang, right?"

"Of all the people present, she has the best literary talent. Who else could she be? Didn't you see that Mr. Dugu didn't even announce the author?"

"Brother, please don't misunderstand Mr. Dugu. He has a delicate mind and a noble character. He must be afraid that the announcement will affect our mood, so he deliberately didn't say it."

Several other people nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"It must be so."

In the midst of the discussion among several people, the incense ashes fell away, and Dugu Xiwei announced the end as usual, put the poems into a pile, and handed them to He Lanlian.

Although He Lanlian suffered a small defeat in the first game, he quickly adjusted his mood. Now he was extremely confident in A'er's literary talent, so he refused to look at it and said politely: "It's better you do it."

Dugu Xiwei did not shirk, and read a poem loudly.

His voice is clear, ups and downs, sonorous and powerful. Listening to him read poetry is a kind of enjoyment for everyone present.

Everyone indulged in it, even He Lanlian enjoyed it.

After a long while, everyone selected a poem as a candidate. He Lanlian tilted his head and asked, "Is it yours?"

Ah Er responded solemnly: "Yes."

　Second update today~
  　　I’ll add more chapters later. I think I can write a few more chapters tonight. I’ll try to make them up for everyone as soon as possible~
  　　
  　
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