Chapter 80: Poetry Competition Again

"Master, look what I brought you."

Early in the morning, Zhu Lan came to see Ji Wuya with two jars of Jiangzhou Moutai.

Before she knocked, the door opened and Ji Wuya came out laughing:

"Haha, I can smell it from far away!"

He carefully took the jar of wine and took a deep breath in intoxication.

Another lively female voice sounded outside the door.

"Disciple greets Master!"

"Master?" Ji Wuya looked at Qiao Youyou who suddenly appeared, with a confused look on his face.

Looking at Zhu Lan's expression again, I knew it must be this little girl's doing.

Qiao Youyou was holding a food box in her hand and opened it in front of Ji Wuya. It turned out to be the vinegar meatballs specially made by Yuxiang Pavilion!

The sweet and sour aroma spread, and Ji Wuya couldn't help swallowing.

All right, apprentice or something, anyway, it doesn't matter if I accept one or two -

"Hello, Master!"

"Greetings to Master!"

Several half-grown children were wearing academy clothes, each holding a lunch box in their hands.

Ji Wuya was so frightened by this scene that his face turned pale and he wanted to run away.

As a result, before I could move, my body was attracted back by the aroma of those delicious foods.

Xu Shiming, Zhou Da and others said with a smile that as long as Ji Wuya was willing to accept them as his disciples, they would bring him delicious food every day!

Ji Wuya: I have been a bohemian and freedom-loving person all my life...

Never mind, teaching one person is teaching, teaching a group is also teaching!

It’s only been half a year, and it will be over in the blink of an eye!

Before he came to Jiangzhou City, he had never known that there were so many fine wines and delicious food here. Even the capital city couldn't compare to it!

Alas, it's his fault for liking this.

…

Ever since Zhu Lan and his classmates became Ji Wuya's disciples, their poetry and prose skills have improved greatly.

On the one hand, Ji Wuya has a free and easy temperament. Unlike those old-fashioned teachers in the academy, his teaching method is different. Most of the time, he takes them out for a walk and lets them talk about their thoughts.

Even when they sat down in the hut to discuss poetry, they were encouraged to create in the way they liked, rather than sticking to a certain style.

Ji Wuya expressed extreme disdain for people like Yan Lun who specialized in studying examiners' preferences and writing some charming and exaggerated words to please them.

According to Ji Wuya, those so-called skills are for fools.

As the saying goes, if you don’t have enough skills, you can make up for it with skills.

Zhu Lan's group of kids were naturally quick to understand and could grasp things at a glance. After getting to know them, even Ji Wuya liked them from the bottom of his heart.

With their attainments, there is no need for them to take those crooked paths.

As long as you are strong enough, you will naturally be favored by the examiner.

…

Longchang Academy once again held a poetry competition, and Zhu Qingyan was still determined to compete with Zhu Lan.

The venue for the poetry competition is still Wulei Pavilion.

Before the game, Chen Ziming and Zhu Qingyan stood together and talked in a low voice.

The two are now getting closer and closer.

Two slight blushes appeared on Zhu Qingyan's cheeks.

"Qingyan, are you nervous?" Chen Ziming looked at her with a smile, and said, "It's okay. If you want to get a place, I'll let you go."

Zhu Qingyan thought about the last poetry competition, where he and Chen Ziming both lost to Zhu Lan, and he couldn't help but get angry.

"No, Brother Ziming, I don't want you to give in to me.

No matter what, we can't let Zhu Lan take the spotlight this time!"

Zhu Qingyan's gaze looked around and fell on the wall of Wulei Pavilion.

On it, the sketch drawn by Zhu Lan with charcoal black is still preserved and has even become a major feature of Longchang Academy.

The above poem "Ode to the Sages" further reveals his failure.

The jealousy in Zhu Qingyan's eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"Qingyan, why do you hate her so much?" Chen Ziming was a little surprised.

Every time Zhu Lan was mentioned, Zhu Qingyan's reaction was very different from usual.

"I..." Zhu Qingyan almost blurted out.

But no, she couldn't say it.

Now, except Zhu Lan, no one in the academy knows that she is actually a concubine.

This secret must not be known to anyone.

Especially Chen Ziming!

"It's nothing... I just don't like it." Zhu Qingyan said and changed the subject.

Her eyes fell on Zhu Lan not far away, and uneasiness gradually rose in her heart.

In this academy, only Zhu Lan knows his identity.

But the relationship between the two was obviously not good, and Zhu Lan did not seem to have made the secret of his life story known to others.

Is she kind? No, how could it be possible!

Just because she doesn't say it now doesn't mean she won't say it in the future.

Perhaps there is a more sinister way to deal with me?

Thinking of this, Zhu Qingyan's face darkened again.

Soon, the poetry competition entered the second round.

Zhu Qingyan and Chen Ziming stood together, and she silently glanced at the other people on the stage.

Zhu Lan, Qin Yuwei, Qiao Youyou, Ding Xiaoqiu, Liang Zhou, Xiao Wan...

A trace of contempt flashed in Zhu Qingyan's eyes. Except for Zhu Lan, she really didn't take anyone else in this group seriously.

The voting results of this round will select three people to enter the final.

The teachers and students in the audience still voted by casting soybeans based on their favorite poems.

But when they finally counted the number of soybeans, Zhu Qingyan and Chen Ziming were stunned.

Ouyang Ye has already started announcing the results. The one who entered the final round is actually——

Zhu Lan, Qin Yuwei, and Liang Zhou!

Zhu Qingyan was so angry that his body was shaking, and Chen Ziming beside him also had a look of disbelief on his face.

This is impossible!

Zhu Qingyan believed that there was no problem with his level, and Chen Ziming's poetry level was also well-known in Longchang Academy.

But they were both eliminated! ?

Liang Zhou whistled proudly. He didn't expect that the method taught by old man Ji was really useful.

Originally, Liang Zhou refused the idea of ​​having special lessons and going to Old Man Ji to tutor him in poetry and prose.

He doesn't have to take the imperial examination, so why should he work so hard?

But others said that old man Ji was very interesting and often took everyone out to play. So out of curiosity, Liang Zhou went to attend a few classes.

I didn’t expect that I would easily get third place in this poetry competition!

Zhu Qingyan walked out of Wulei Pavilion angrily. She didn't even want to pay attention to Chen Ziming when he spoke to her.

Why!

Why!

Why are those losers always able to step on me under their feet?

Is it because she didn't work hard enough?

But she clearly recites her lessons until midnight every day!

She is obviously the "little prodigy" of Longchang Academy!

Zhu Qingyan was suddenly stunned. It had been a long time since he heard anyone mention these three words.

Could it be... that she has been forgotten?

An inexplicable feeling of fear suddenly enveloped her.

The students who participated in the poetry competition came out of Wulei Pavilion one after another, discussing the poems they had just written in groups.

Zhu Qingyan calmed down and began to recall the poems written by Zhu Lan and others on the stage just now. He always felt that something was not right.

Yes, Zhu Lan’s poetic style is very different from the last poetry competition!

Moreover, there seemed to be a secret similarity in the choice of words, sentences and rhyming techniques of those people, and this similarity always made her feel very familiar.

Where have you seen it before?

Zhu Qingyan returned to the study with a lot of questions in his mind. He took out all the poetry collections he had treasured, flipped through them one by one, and his eyes finally stopped on one of them.

"Poems of Shilin Sanren".

Zhu Qingyan turned the pages of the book. She had read this collection of poems many times before and had great admiration for this forest-eater. Now, after carefully reading it again, she discovered the secret.

Although the poems of Zhu Lan and others are far from being as perfect and natural as those of Shi Lin San Ren, some traces of learning can be seen between the lines.

When she was learning poetry, she did try to imitate, but it was impossible to imitate the spirit of existing poems just by imitating them.

Zhu Lan and his friends have learned so much in such a short time, it seems like they were guided by a master.

Could it be... ?

Zhu Qingyan's body trembled, and the thoughts that popped up in her mind were so intense that she couldn't even tell whether they were jealousy or envy.

No, she must find out!