Chapter 25: Almost There
The poetry competition officially began.
The maid of honour held an embroidered handkerchief in her hand, and came to the first one. Yang Zhe.
According to the rules, this kind of embroidered handkerchief was personally embroidered by the flower leader of the show. So this piece, naturally, came from the hand of Du Yinyun.
Now, this treasure was placed in front of Yang Zhe, who wanted it but did not dare to take it.
The reason is that once he acquired this item, he would lose the right to be the first guest of the flower girl.
In other words, the handkerchief was a consolation prize, a souvenir for the various gentry who had spent a lot of money to enter.
The maid came to Yang Zhe with the handkerchief in her hand, a gesture that meant that it was Yang Zhes turn to answer the question called Flower.
Theoretically, there are many different forms of answers, from poems, songs, idioms, and even quotes from famous people. As long as the word flower is included or implied, the answer is considered successful.
But who is Yang Zhe?
He was a double scholar in literature and martial arts!Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates
With so many people watching, there was no way he could be fooled. Even Yang Zhe himself intended on showing off his literary skills in front of Du Yinyun.
Standing up unhurriedly, Yang Zhe took a few moments to brew up a poem he had written: Riding a horse north of Mount Nitro, I heard a song and returned at sunset. The wind blows the lavender grass, and the golden sword shines on the northern border.
Although this poem is not comparable to the ancient stanzas written by previous generations, if it is an improvisation, it can still be rated as high.
Even Liu Feiyun, who was sitting next to Yang Zhe, and ranked second, applauded from the bottom of his heart.
Excellent poem, Brother Yang! it paints a vivid picture of a frontier landscape. A general rides his horse in a field of flowers, looking north, while a song representing peace and tranquillity rings in his ears. In stark contrast is the long, polished sword in the generals hand in the setting sun.
Yang Zhe usually disdains to call people his brother, and with his family and talent, there are few people who can call him brother, to be fair.
Not to mention the fact that he prides himself on being of the same generation as the Princess.
Therefore, even Li Jin, who was always good at bullying others on his fathers behalf, was never given the proper attention from Yang Zhes peers because he was a generation shorter than the Princess.
Although Yang Zhe was not much older than Li Jin, he felt he was a generation above him because of his admiration for the Princess, and often spoke to him in the tone of an elder.
This made Li Jin very unconvinced.
Even if my cousin taught me a lesson, is there anything that you, Yang Zhe, are better than me, Li Jin, apart from being handsome, strong in martial arts, and good in literature?
However, today, Liu Feiyuns bragging was spot on and made Yang Zhe look very good in front of Du Yingyun, so Yang Zhe made an exception and arched his hand at him, saying, Brother, you praised me too much
Everyone was good at making eyes at people.
If Tie Weiqis Iron Eagle Gang wanted to make it to Yinjing, they naturally could not do so without the help of this Imperial Commander and close minister of the royal family. Whether it was Chu Fan or Yang Zhe, these promising future pillars of the country, if they could befriend them, they should most certainly befriend them for sure.
In the world of politics, more friends mean more opportunities.
Tie Weiqi also stood up and complimented him, What a great poem, The Golden Sword Shines on the Northern Border! What a great poem!
Shen Kuan was not willing to be left behind, as the son of Yinjings governor. He had heard some of his fathers stories about what happened in court. This Yang Zhe, the commander, was very popular with both Prime Minister Han and the Princess. Although he was now a fourth-ranking official, it was only a matter of time before he rose to the top.
Shen Kuan: Not bad, Commander Yangs fervent desire to serve his country is evident in this poem.
After Shen Kuan, it was Li Jins turn.
The idioms are finally finished, what can I say!
Li Jin did not break the rules, although it was unethical. The first person in the ranking said it first, and the next person in the ranking was not allowed to repeat it, which was the advantage of the person with the most gold flowers in the previous session.
Otherwise, why else would others pay to grab the ranking?
Li Jin searched his gut and finished all the idioms he could utter.
He then gave Yang Zhe a rather smug and contemptuous glance before asking Du Yinyun, Du Huaqui, how did I do?
Not only Du Yinyun, but also Jiang Wuyou, who was more qualified, and the other three red-branded girls, were all seeing this kind of scene for the first time.
Other people write poems and you recite idioms, how dare you come and ask how well you recite idioms?
But Li Jin had some status, after all, and it was not good to be rude, so Du Yinyun could only say, When Sir Li recited the idioms, he did so with great emotion.
Li Jins eyes lit up and he felt deeply that Du Yinyun was really a soulmate!
Miss Du, how are you feeling?
Du Yinyun said, I feel a feeling of exaltation.
Li Jin clapped his hands, Well said! What else?
Seeing that Li Jin was relentless, Yang Zhe, who had long regarded Du Yinyun as his own object, finally spoke, Li Jin, thats enough, the next one.
Li Jin was followed by Liu Kaixiong.
Since Li Jin had said all the idioms he could, Liu Kaixiong held his words.
Finally, in the first round, he got the embroidered handkerchief and was knocked off stage.
A proposition has to go through at least one round before the next one starts.
So when Liu Kaixiongs successor, Passerby B, was faced with a proposition called Flower, he was at his wits end.
He left the stage unhappy with his embroidered handkerchief.
After B, there was Chu Xiaoxiao, the ninth person.
If she could not answer, she would also be eliminated with a handkerchief.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths
Chu Fan sat on stage, and watched his sister. His heart was also a little nervous.
If Xiaoxia couldnt answer, how could he ask Du Yinyun for clues about the Chu family tragedy ten years ago?
Just when everyone thought that Chu Xiaoxiao was going to give up, Chu Fans gaze was like a torch, and he suddenly observed that there was a slight distortion of light between He Yunxiao and Chu Xiaoxiao.
This was an internal power transmission!
Then, amidst all the attention, Chu Xiaoxiao slowly spoke.
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