“I never intended to do that.”

man:"……"

The man put away the last bit of respect on his face, stood up straight, and said calmly: "It's okay, it's beneficial to come to the poetry gathering."

Qin Zhao did not answer.

Chen Yanan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The man lost interest in Qin Zhao and left without saying much to them.

After he left, Chen Yanan said, "Finally he left. I hate talking to him so much."

Qin Zhao asked, "Who is that?"

"That man's name is Yan Xiu, and he'll be taking the Tongsheng exam with us next year." Chen Yan'an snorted coldly, "I just don't understand. We both failed, so why is he so arrogant? Just because he won the first place in the county exam?"

Qin Zhao: "Since you were the top scorer in the county exam, how could you fail?"

"Bad luck," Chen Yan'an shrugged. "He took the Tongsheng exam three years ago. At that time, several neighboring counties were full of talented people. Yan Xiu took first place in our county's exam, but his performance in the prefectural exam was mediocre. In the imperial examination, he fell even further short, ranking last."

Chen Yanan lowered his voice and said, "He said he had a stomachache from eating something bad on the day of the college entrance examination. I don't believe it. He's just not as skilled as others!"

Qin Zhao made no comment.

The two walked around the artificial lake and came to the backyard. The yard was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. Several long tables were arranged in a circle, and on each table were placed paper, pens, cakes and a pot of wine.

More than a dozen scholars sat behind a long desk and began to compete in poetry.

Chen Yanan found an empty long table and pulled Qin Zhao to sit down.

There are several ways to compete in poetry, such as flying flowers, rhyming, and using objects as the theme. When they arrived, the scholars were playing the flying flowers game, using the word "moon" as the theme.

Chen Yanan has been reciting a lot of poems recently, and he followed up with a few lines without falling behind at all.

When the message reached Yan Xiu, it got stuck: "The moon is slanting, the clock strikes five in the morning."

"I've said that before." Chen Yan'an stole the show this time, sitting swaying from side to side, and said proudly, "Cheers!"

Yan Xiu had not been very popular in the past, and everyone was happy to see him make a fool of himself, so they joined in the fun and forced him to take a big gulp of wine.

Yan Xiu put down his wine glass heavily, his ears reddening, "What's the point of playing Feihua Ling every year?"

He looked around and saw that the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom. He said, "How about we change the subject and write a poem about laurel? I'll go first!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

In a poetry contest with objects as the theme, the person who starts the poem writes the first line, and then passes it to each table in turn. Each person takes up a line until the line is returned to the person who starts the poem. He can then choose to continue passing it on or leave out the last line to complete the poem.

Anyone who fails to continue in the middle will have to drink a glass of wine as punishment and become the next person to start the game.

Yan Xiu was sitting on Chen Yan'an's left, but after he finished writing, he did not pass it to Chen Yan'an's desk, but turned around and passed it to the desk on the other side.

This kind of poetry competition always becomes more difficult as time goes on.

He wanted to embarrass Chen Yanan.

But Chen Yanan was not afraid at all this time. He poked the person next to him and said, "Brother Qin, this depends on you."

Qin Zhao glanced at him.

From the moment he heard the rules of the poetry competition, he understood why Chen Yanan insisted on bringing him here.

They are waiting for his help to get back at the place.

The paper with the poem was passed around the table. Yan Xiu looked at the two people beside him with a smug look on his face. "If you can't do it, just admit defeat as soon as possible. If it's like last year, it will be a huge disgrace."

After he said this, the poem was passed to Qin Zhao and his friends' table.

Qin Zhao just took a quick glance and started writing.

His handwriting is completely different from his temperament, with smooth, vigorous and powerful strokes.

Yan Xiu's expression changed.

Qin Zhao put down his pen and passed the poem over: "Thank you."