When the gong was about to ring, Jiang Yueyang and the other two got up and returned to the pavilion where Jiang Xun was in order to avoid suspicion.

Although she had heard some unpleasant gossip before, Jiang Yueyang still asked Jiang Xun with a smile if he had the confidence to win the first place.

Jiang Xun shook his head, "No, but it won't be too bad."

"It's alright. I heard that your Majesty has the works of the Saint of Literature and Saint of Painting in his private library. I will find a chance to ask your Majesty for them."

Jiang Xun curled his lips and looked at the third prince. This was also a child who relied on his strength to cheat his father.

Jiang Yueyang held Jiang Xun's arm and murmured, "I wonder how long we have to wait."

"It will take at least quarter of an hour." Xu Zheng retorted.

“It’s been so long.”

After more than a quarter of an hour, the results of the competition came out faster than expected.

The Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting each walked out of the pavilion holding a scroll, with Kong Jijiu and the other two standing beside them.

Seeing that the Sage of Literature had no energy to speak, the Sage of Painting said, "After unanimous evaluation by the five of us, the best poems and paintings have been chosen.

Now, I will announce the winner of the painting to you."

The painting master unfolded the scroll in his hand and read aloud: [“The long pavilion stands in silence facing the scorching sun, and the steed neighs in the wind beside the snow.” Please indicate the author of this poem or painting and write the next line. ]

As the Painting Saint's voice fell, people in every pavilion began to talk.

"Just from the first half of the poem, you can tell it's a good poem. I wonder who wrote it. I really want to see his paintings."

"I suddenly thought of something. Could the first place winner for poetry and painting be the same person?"

“It’s possible!”

"Who do you think it is?"

"I feel like he is either the favorite disciple of the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting, or the favorite disciple of Master Yuan and Master Zou."

"Don't forget, the top scholar Jiang Xun is also here today. I heard that his paintings are better than his poems!"

At this time, Jiang Xun touched Jiang Yueyang's head lovingly.

"Yangyang, it looks like we can bring home a prize today."

Jiang Yueyang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately grabbed the fence of the pavilion and leaned half of his body out.

Seeing this, Jiang Xun and the Third Prince instinctively reached out to grab her, fearing that she would fall.

Jiang Yueyang broke free from the Third Prince's hand and waved vigorously towards the pavilion, saying, "Mr. Painting Saint, that painting was painted by my brother."

Seeing this, the Painting Saint raised his eyebrows slightly, "Please come up with the next sentence."

After Jiang Xun pulled Jiang Yueyang back, he bowed to the painting saint, "The long pavilion is facing the scorching sun, and the horse neighs in the wind beside the snow. The breeze blows open a scroll of book, and there is the fragrance of plum blossoms in the deep secluded path."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone present sighed inwardly, because the top scholar's poem used almost all six words in the title.

Moreover, the winter mood is also well portrayed. More importantly, he won by painting.

Such good poems and paintings, this person must be very talented!

God is indeed unfair.

Not only did he give Mr. Jiang an excellent family background, but he also gave him unparalleled talent.

Wen Sheng didn’t even need to check again and said directly: “From this, it can be seen that the first place in painting is Young Master Jiang.

When the results of the poems come out, all the poems and paintings will be posted in the front hall, and you can go and see them then."

After saying this, the Saint of Painting reached out and patted the Saint of Literature on the shoulder.

Wensheng wanted to force a smile, but he couldn't, so he could only say expressionlessly: "The result of the poem is in my hands. Please ask the winner of "The lanterns of the long pavilion are lonely on a snowy night, and the steed returns home on the frosty road." to come up with the next line."

Jiang Yueyang was a little disappointed when she heard the poem read by Wensheng. She thought that her brother also won the first place in poetry!

"I don't know who wrote this poem. I hope it wasn't written by that damn Li Hui."

The system reminded: [Host, you spoke out what was in your heart. ]

Jiang Yueyang was stunned, then looked around and found that everyone around her was looking at her.

She pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly, "You didn't hear anything just now, right?"

Several people pursed their lips and said nothing.

After a few seconds, Xie Linchuan coughed lightly, stepped forward, bowed, and said loudly: "On a snowy night, the long pavilion is lit up by a lonely lamp, and the horse is returning home on the frosty road. The breeze is turning over the pages of the book, and the moonlit path is empty."

Seeing that it was his beloved disciple, Mr. Zou stroked his beard with satisfaction.

After listening to the entire poem, Jiang Yueyang had to admit that her brother's poem was slightly inferior.

Although Xie Linchuan's poem uses few words, the artistic conception is very appropriate, and it also conveys a deep emotion and a hint of sadness.

Wensheng added: "The results of the poetry and painting competitions have come out. Congratulations to the two gentlemen for winning first place."

Jiang Xun and Xie Linchuan bowed respectfully to the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting and others, and then bowed to each other.

Everyone around was envious and came to congratulate him. Jiang Yueyang jumped up and down beside him, full of joy.

Over there, the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting quietly left Moxiangzhai with their respective disciples.

Afterwards, all those who came to the poetry reading moved to the front hall to view all the poems and paintings.

Jiang Xun received a painting by the Saint of Painting from Kong Jijiu, and Xie Linchuan also received a calligraphy by the Saint of Literature from Mr. Zou.

Yuan Lao couldn't wait to ask: "Little girl, do you have an answer?"

Jiang Yueyang smiled and shook her head, "Thanks to Mr. Yuan for his kindness, but I am used to being lazy and not keen on studying.

Moreover, I now hold an official position and do not have much time and energy to deal with other things.

"Yuan Lao was very kind to me, but Yue Yang failed me."

Seeing that Yuan Lao was about to speak up to fight for it, Jiang Yueyang said, "Becoming a disciple is a big deal, and it is also a binding relationship.

I don’t want to be implicated by others, nor do I want to bring harm to others. I hope Mr. Yuan will understand.”

Hearing this, Elder Yuan sighed deeply, "Since you have made up your mind, I will not force you. However, if one day you suddenly want to become my disciple, I will still welcome you."

Jiang Yueyang smiled and said, "If that day ever comes, I will definitely go to you to become your disciple."

She was worried about something, so she said, "Brother, Mr. Kong, Mr. Yuan, Mr. Zou, I have something else to do, so I will go back first."

Jiang Xun didn't say anything. Yangyang was brought here by Kong Jijiu, so he had to approve it.

Kong Jijiu didn't keep her, but nodded and said, "Go back."

Hearing this, Jiang Yueyang bowed to him and turned to leave. The Third Prince and Ye Wuhen also left with her.

The three of them walked outside and soon reached the door. Then, they saw someone waiting at the door.

As soon as the man saw Jiang Yueyang, he walked towards her and glanced at the two people beside her with indifferent eyes.

Jiang Yueyang smiled happily, "Ah Yue, why are you here?"

"Pick you up."

Hearing this, Jiang Yueyang turned around and said to the Third Prince without any hesitation: "Your Highness, I'm leaving first."

Without waiting for the Third Prince to respond, Jiang Yueyang handed the scroll in his hand to Qingming, "You don't have to follow."

"Girl, cloak." Qingzhi handed over the cloak.

Lu Yunting took the cloak and tied it on Jiang Yueyang in front of the Third Prince and Ye Wuhen.

Watching the two people walking away, Ye Wuhen couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement: "Jiang Yueyang's boyfriend is so handsome!"