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On the second day, Poetry Competition arrived as scheduled.

Poetry Competition was an annual event of the Qizhang Academy. On this day, teachers did not teach, and students did not attend classes.

Normally, the desks in the lecture hall were moved to every corner of the academy. The table was filled with ink, paper, ink, and brush, all of which were used to compose poems and to jot down good verses.

In groups of two or three, the students would enjoy the scenery and talk loudly. It was a blessing for scholars, and the most eye-catching thing was that the poetry meet that was held in the pavilion at the Agility Lake Academy, was the essence of Poetry Competition.

"Agility Lake" was derived from the sentence that Confucius had said: "One should learn wisely and without shame." This was the meaning that Liu Fuzi used the poetry club to warn the students that there was always someone above them, someone above them who was always on guard against arrogance and impetuous behavior.

Early that morning, while Qimu was sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard, conducting her daily morning reading, Zhu Xu pushed the door open and walked in with a glowing face.

"Student Ye, it's so lively outside. Luckily, you can still continue reading."

Zhu Xu smiled and took the book from Qimu's hand. He took a glance at the cover of the book and realized it was the Book of Songs. A trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes as he said:

"I didn't expect you to be able to continue reading so well. It's just a temporary way of faking it!"

"Let's go, let's go. Even if you were to read for a little longer, you would have no way of suddenly becoming a sage of poetry. Who told you not to listen to me that day and insisted on making an agreement with that person? Don't you think that you're the one who's suffering?"

"Ye, you have to go now, even if you don't want to, you have to. If you die early, you might as well have reincarnated, it would save you the trouble of studying this. Let's go."

Qimu still had a faint smile on her face. She took the book from Zhu Xu's hand without hesitation and said,

"Since you're here, calm down. I'm going back to my room to put down a book."

She didn't bother to explain to Zhu Xu that her reading of the poetry classics had nothing to do with the Poetry Competition this time around. This was originally one of the things she had planned to do in her studies, it was just a routine.

Zhu Xu looked at Qimu's indifferent figure. He sat down on another stone chair in the courtyard without any regard for his image. With raised eyebrows, he muttered:

"Go ahead and pretend now. When the time comes, there will be something that will be difficult for you …"

After Qimu put down the book and locked the door, she saw Zhu Xu still sitting there in a daze and said:

"Student Zhu, it's time to go."

"Ye Qi, you aren't planning to go to the Poetry Competition like this, are you?"

"Hmm? What's wrong? "

Qimu looked down at her outfit. As usual, it was clean and simple, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Normally, you always wear the same black clothes. You look like an old crow when you're all black. At such a young age, you look quite old. Yet, at such an important meeting today, you're actually wearing this kind of clothes?"

Zhu Xu looked Qimu up and down with disdain.

Qimu glanced at Zhu Xu blandly and said while walking out:

"Black clothes, white clothes, it's just a set of clothes on the left and right, it's not like the people wearing the most beautiful, clean and proper clothes."

Forget it, Zhu Xu probably treated Poetry Competition as a stepping stone event, and neglected the essence of those external things.

Seeing Qimu walk straight ahead, Zhu Xu stomped his feet and followed her.

Along the way, Zhu Xu excitedly introduced the history of Qizhang Academy to Qimu, and Qimu didn't say much about the various generations of outstanding talents at the poetry meet. She only nodded occasionally to echo his words.

"Student Ye Qi, you should wake up early in the morning and feel refreshed. Why don't you compare your calligraphy skills with us over the same period of time?"

A boy in front saw Qimu and her friend walking over. He smiled and took the initiative to greet them. His face was round like an apple, and his smile looked very cute. He was Qimu's classmate, Yun Qi.

Qimu smiled and said straightforwardly:

"Student Yun, very good."

Then he turned to Zhu Xu and said:

"Student Zhu, do you want to come along?"

Zhu Xu looked at Yun Qi, who was about five or six years old, and a group of kids about the same size as him.

"I won't participate in your children's stuff."

Due to Poetry Competition, due to the fact that they were still young, even if they were forced to compose poems, they would not be able to do so.

Therefore, usually on this day, the boys in the dorm would compete in calligraphy and talk about their homework. Watching others sing poems against each other was rather boring compared to watching the kids in the dorm.

Of course, there were always exceptions. In the past sessions of the Poetry Competition, there would always be some older or more gifted kids that would show off their talents together with the students in the inner sect.

No matter how untalented Zhu Xu was, he was still a student from the inner sect. Now that he was being asked to "lower himself" and compete with a bunch of kids in calligraphy, Zhu Xu was naturally unwilling.

Seeing this, Qimu roughly understood Zhu Xu's thoughts. However, she felt that Zhu Xu was too bored by himself and that he was only messing around with the calligraphy competition. That was why she invited him.

At this moment, Qimu did not insist. Smiling, she chatted with Student Yun, who was much shorter than her, and asked:

"What do we write? Three Character Classic? Or a thousand words? "

"Three Character Classic."

Classmate Yun Qi replied with an embarrassed smile.

"This is what the students are most familiar with, so I will write this to see who writes the most beautiful words."

"Ye, you have to do your best, I know you have good memorization skills." Ye Ye, you have to work hard, I know you have good memorization skills.

Qimu looked at the innocent eyes of the boy in front of her and knew that he was speaking the truth. There was no mockery in what he said.

"Student Yun, don't underestimate me. Be careful not to cry when you lose."

Yun Qi was pinched by Qimu for a while before he pushed away Qimu's hand with a blush and said seriously:

"Student Ye, I am already a scholar, don't act so casually. Also, I am a man, so I won't easily cry."

Qimu looked at Yun Qi's white and fat face and his orderly way of speaking and felt a little sour in her heart. From the moment she saw Yun Qi's smile, she thought of her younger brother who was left behind in Niu Village and had a thin and weak face — — Yangyang.

They were truly of different ages. One of them had been well-groomed since he was young, while the other was struggling on the line.

There is no justice in life. What do you mean, all roads lead to Rome? Some were born in Rome and lived without fear of food and clothing.

Qimu suppressed the homesickness in her heart as she smiled. Facing Little Yun Qi, she said seriously:

"I understand, Student Yun."

"Student Yun, Student Ye, Sigh, the two of you are just dawdling around. Hurry up and come over, all the paper and brushes are ready."

Hearing the other students urging them on, Qimu and Yun Qi smiled at each other, then they ran over together with small steps to start the calligraphy competition.

The content of the calligraphy competition was the Three Character Classic, but it was not set yet. It depended solely on the individual's thoughts.

Qimu thought about it for a moment, then decided to write the beginning of the Three Character Classic, which was "the beginning of human nature is good." Sexuality is similar, the habit is far away, do not teach, sex is transference, teaching the way, expensive to specialize "that paragraph.

This passage was the most familiar to everyone, and also the most popular. Qimu was the most familiar with it, and the way she wrote it was naturally as if she had a mind of her own, her calligraphy skills and calligraphy skills were completely different from when she had just learned calligraphy.

Zhu Xu, who was sitting leisurely in the distance, couldn't help but be intrigued when he saw Qimu's focused expression. After a closer look, Zhu Xu, who was sitting leisurely in the distance, unintentionally saw Qimu's focused expression and couldn't help but be intrigued.

In just ten or so days, no matter how much of a genius Ye Qi was, it was unlikely for him to surpass those children with skills, right? Zhu Xu swaggered away with a heart full of suspicion and sincerity.