Chapter 159 This kind of spiritual cognition and courage won from the beginning

Although everyone was puzzled, no one asked, but did what their queen said, obediently returned to their seats, waited for the chessboard to be removed from the scene, and then replaced with a desk and placed on the four treasures of the study.

This is the book competition.

Reciting poems and composing poems.

Still drawing lots, and entering the table according to the lot number.

Lin You took seat number one.

Looking at the paper, pen and ink on the table, Lin You sighed in his heart.

The system was gloating, [Oh, Queen Host, are you too confused?]

[Drawing a knife to cut the water makes it flow more, raising a cup to dispel sorrow makes sorrow more sorrowful, life in the world is not satisfactory...] Li Bai.

The girls who were meditating and the people who were watching, all had a look of surprise in their eyes when they heard Lin You's heartfelt recitation of this poem.

It turns out that the queen's literary talent is so good!

Such a beautiful sentence will definitely get a full score.

Even the young emperor upstairs, after hearing this heartfelt poem, had a touch of surprise in his cold amber eyes. She seemed to be a real treasure, and every place could give people unexpected surprises.

Originally thought that after reciting in the heart, it would be time to start writing, but unexpectedly, that person was slow to start writing, and sighed again, "Hey, these are all famous poems throughout the ages. If it weren't for the competition, I would definitely recite them to everyone and surprise them. 】

【But this is a poem written by our ancestors, I can't use it for competition. 】

Upon hearing this, everyone's brains were a little confused.

Poems by our ancestors

But Dasheng Country has never produced such poems

What exactly does this mean

Or is this the last words of a folk master

Lin You chanted a few more lines in his heart.

Some people wanted to copy it on paper, but their hands didn't obey at all.

In the end, everyone could only regret and give up.

Lin You was the first to leave the desk.

Everyone only saw her write a few words and then leave, and they all stretched their necks to watch, but the distance was a bit far, so they could only see two lines of words, and they didn't know what was written specifically.

After seeing Lin You leave, Pan Xue glanced at her work. After seeing the few words in Dabaihua, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

As expected, she grew up in the countryside and could never perform well.

She looked at Song Ning's work again, and the next second, the slight smile on her lips froze.

She clenched her palms.

She didn't like to compose poems, and she didn't spend much time on it. The poems she composed could not be better than Song Ning's.

So...

Lotus Courtyard has been burned down, and those manuscripts have turned to ashes. Then it shouldn't be a problem for me to borrow Sister Lian's manuscripts.

The piano competition has already dragged down her so many points. If she doesn't make up for it in this round, she won't be able to get the first place.

At present, it seems that Lin You cannot take first place, but Song Ning is most likely to take first place, so she must be better than Song Ning in this round and the next round.

Thinking of this, Pan Xue could no longer care about other things, picked up the pen, and wrote casually.

When half of the incense stick burned out, everyone had to stop writing and stand aside, and then the servants presented it to the examiners for review.

The first one to be reviewed was naturally Lin You's work.

The servant read it out for everyone to hear.

"Work number one, written by the imperial concubine."

Everyone inside and outside the venue listened attentively. "

Working together, we will soar to the top of the ninety thousand miles!"

Some people were stunned, some were trying to hold back their laughter, and some were in deep thought.

Concubine Chan smiled, "Sister, this doesn't seem to be a poem, does it?"

Lin You raised her seductive eyes to look at her, and her bright red lips also curled up a smile. Just as she was about to speak, she heard the old president of the Hanlin Academy say: "Although it is not a poem, the deep meaning in it is worthy of deep thought by civil and military officials."

"It is a warning sentence that should be recorded in history books."

"Only when officials and the people are united can the country prosper and rise to the top of the ninety thousand miles!"

After hearing this, the officials next to him nodded one after another.

And those who were guilty of being thieves all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the old president.

Shen Yu's face was green and red.

Haha, if you are useless, what is the use of the unity of officials and the people to withstand the invasion of other countries!

A woman's kindness is useless when she is old.

Several examiners looked at each other. After hearing what the old dean said, they didn't know how to score.

Leng Yang gave a nine first.

In fact, in this competition, every time Lin You competed, she gave him a different surprise and made him understand her more deeply.

Lin You didn't take this competition seriously. What she cared about was the future of Dasheng Country. Every competition was closely related to the future of the country.

And in her eyes, the future of the country is closely related to everyone. Everyone is important, and everyone can contribute to the country.

This spirit, this cognition, this courage, has won from the beginning.

"Nine points, nine points, ten points, ten points, five points." The ten points

were given by the two deans, and the five points were proposed by the vice president of the Hanlin Academy.

Seeing everyone looking at him strangely, the vice president straightened his chest, with a few words written on his face, "It's not a poem, five points is good!"

Lin You didn't think it was a big deal, but felt that the scores given by everyone were indeed a bit high.

But this also represents their recognition of me, so I won't be pretentious.

After hearing the scores, Concubine Chan and Pan Xue were so angry that their teeth were about to break.

"The fifth work, Pan Xue's Pen..."

After the servant finished reading the poem, there was another round of discussions inside and outside the venue.

"Pan Xue's poems are still as stunning as in previous years!"

"Yes, it is true."

"Although my reputation has deteriorated recently and I've changed my last name, my talent hasn't changed much."

Hong Kui curled her lips, "Haha, some things are not as simple as they seem on the surface."

Although she was outside the venue, she could see some details of the venue clearly.

For example, the chess competition, the drug.

In fact, it was Pan Xue who sprinkled it on the chess pieces with her sleeves. From her angle, she could just see the thin powder sprinkled, and when the breeze blew, she, a drug maker, smelled something wrong.

And Pan Xue was fine because she had taken the antidote in advance.

Everyone was confused when they heard her say this, "What do you mean by that?"

"No need to ask me, you will know later."

Hong Kui crossed her arms, holding a dogtail grass in her mouth, and watched leisurely against the fence.

"Miss Pan Xue, did you compose this poem yourself?"

Just as several examiners nodded and were about to give Pan Xue a score, Shen Xian said this quietly, which made them all pause.

He looked at Shen Xian and Pan Xue.

Pan Xue clenched her hands, took small steps, stepped forward a few steps to salute, lowered her eyebrows, pursed her lips and said: "Yes."

Her voice was very small and gentle, but if you listened carefully, you could hear that her voice was trembling slightly.

Shen Xian's enchanting face was smiling. He stood up and walked to Pan Xue, with a magnetic voice and a cold voice, "Look up at me and say it again."

Pan Xue's body swayed slightly, and she slowly raised her head to meet Shen Xian's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She told herself again and again in her heart that Shen Xian had no evidence, and even if he knew, he couldn't do anything to her.

"I guarantee that this poem was created by me."

"Isn't it plagiarized?" Shen Xian asked faintly.

"No."