Chapter 291

The first day is poetry competition, mainly to see whose poetry is better, but this kind of competition without title, naturally, there are different opinions. Everyone is arguing endlessly, and the appearance of blushing gives people a feeling of not beautiful but ugly.

After just sitting for a short time, Zhuo Qingyan couldn't sit still. She twisted around in her chair and looked downstairs from time to time. Although there was a bamboo curtain blocking it, it was not easy to see them outside, but they could see clearly.

See her so, Chu Yi Chen chuckles: "endure a little longer, let's go."

"No Don't you think it's more chaotic than the food market? It shows that it is a competition, but why there are no examination questions? It is a good thing to let everyone express their own opinions, but also have a theme? This kind of howling and howling is not nutritious. " Zhuo Qingyan curled her mouth.

"I think so. I'll fight again later. A group of literati will have a lively look." Yan Li is also learning from her lips, and her legs are still shaking.

"Yes, why does King Jing do this?" Jiang Siyue put away the folding fan.

"If snow, please come up King Jing and young master Bai. I want to know why." Chu Yi Chen snorted coldly.

Zhuo Qingyan looked around, and when there was no outsider, he stretched out and hummed: "it's better to go to the horse farm to ride a horse. My little black girl misses me..."

"I'll go with you later. Does it miss you or do you miss it?" Chu Yi Chen asked with a smile.

"The same." Zhuo Qing Yan gently shook his head, some proud.

Several people all laughed, indeed, it is a kind of torture to sit here and listen to those people arguing downstairs.

Chu Haojun and Bai Yulou come up together. They salute Chu Yichen and Zhuo Qingyan, while others also meet King Jing.

Chu Yi Chen calmly looked at him from the mask: "you this is what kind of competition, not even a topic?"

When they looked at each other, Chu Haojun replied, "there were some, but we wanted to see the literary talent and ability of these people, so we haven't worked out a topic for the time being."

"So you want to see this kind of noise?" Chu Yi Chen pointed to the noise of the crowd outside the window.

The two looked at each other again, and there was a little embarrassment on their faces. As long as the deaf could hear the noise outside, and the sound was getting louder and louder.

"Uncle Huang, if there is anything wrong, just tell me directly, this..." Chu Haojun looked at him with a bitter smile.

Zhuo Qingyan sat at the table drinking tea, but also picked up the top of the small snacks to eat up, feel good, immediately took another piece, back to Zhuo qingfan's mouth.

Zhuo qingfan was made very uncomfortable, but he still opened his mouth and swallowed the small snack in his mouth, full of stuffing.

This kind of picture, several people are to see more, did not care at all, but Bai Yulou looked very curious, these two people's behavior, how did he feel to have seen in where?

In particular, Zhuo qingfan, who was helpless and had to accept it, was extremely spoiled in his eyes. He must have seen this woman somewhere.

Chu Yichen's eyes were momentarily cold, and he coughed softly: "if this king sends hundreds of thousands of troops, it is estimated that there will be no conflict in a short time. You'd better take action now, otherwise, the original poetry and painting festival will become a farce and a joke."

Chu Hao Jun immediately nodded, and then looked at Zhuo Qingyan, who was still eating cakes, like asking for help: "Auntie Huang, can you have any tricks?"

Zhuo Qingyan immediately reached out and took a big drink from the water cup on the table. He also stretched out his neck and said, "how can you ask me again? I'm going to be your think tank. I'm not paid. I'm wasting my brain. " Zhuo Qingyan looks at her unsatisfied.

In fact, the reason is very simple, he interrupted her eating, just that sentence, let her just eat the food almost choked in the throat.

Chu Haojun was not annoyed, but touched his nose with a smirk. He knew that her mouth was a little poisonous. After saying that, he still wanted to give advice.

"The moon in the mirror, spring, summer, autumn and winter can be regarded as a topic. If there are poems, paintings and characters, they are originally independent. If the topic is proposed, it is better to unify them, so as to judge. Don't let people say that you are unfair. When you hold the next session, no one will come again." Zhuo Qing Yan white his eyes, continue to pick up the pot and pour a cup of tea, a drink down, and then just a sigh of relief.

Chu Haojun immediately laughed again, gently pulled the white rain building which was still a little dazed. They retreated to discuss the issue immediately.

Sure enough, another quarter of an hour later, the whole main street began to be carried, and a lot of tables were put there, and the talented people in the competition began to write and write in the street.

Zhuo Qingyan was lying in front of the window with Mo language and Ruo Xue, looking down at him. He only heard Ruo Xue smile and said, "this scene is really spectacular..."

"No, it's more magnificent than the imperial examinations in the imperial city. I haven't seen so many talented people in the world. Let's see how serious they are..." Mo language also says with a smile.

"Well I'm dead. I'm just dancing, but I'm a million miles away from what I can do. They're civilized people. They're good at writing and writing, but I'm a rude man who can only dance with knives and guns... " Zhuo Qingyan curled her mouth and shook her head."But we can dance with swords and guns, and we are no worse than those who are good at writing and writing. At least, we are strong and have few diseases and disasters." Zhuo qingfan's voice sounded behind her.

She turned back and gave him a sweet smile: "that's OK, and it feels like our brains are no worse than theirs, right?"

"Yes Zhuo qingfan reached out and touched her head, doting on her eyes.

The following contestants finished writing poems and replaced their original works. This time, they voted again, and the scene became lively again. However, compared with the beginning, the form has been changed, and the discussion is more targeted and objective.

At this time, on the platform of the second floor, a masked woman in powder clothes was sitting in front of the piano, fingering the strings gently. The beautiful tone rang up and down the stairs.

Zhuo Qingyan also turned to go back to the door, stretched out his head to look downstairs, the corner of his mouth had a trace of smile.

Yan Li and Jiang Siyue also came to her and said to her, "this is the head of Shenghan's art last year, whose name is Jiang Yao'er, who is regarded as the saint of Qin by the common people today."

"So powerful? No wonder the sound is so beautiful Zhuo Qingyan laughed.

"It took a lot of work to ask her to come here. She didn't like to perform for the dignitaries, but this time she came because it was a poetry and painting Festival and a collection of talents from all over the world." Jiang Siyue also raised her eyebrows.