Jiang Yueyang nodded repeatedly, "Mr. Yuan, although I don't think women are worse than men, I am a woman."
"I know."
"and you……"
"So what if I'm a girl? I accept disciples based on their talent and character."
At this time, on the other side, the person sent by Wensheng to invite Jiang Yueyang said respectfully: "Mr. Wensheng, the young master has been invited by Mr. Yuan."
Wen Sheng glanced at the pavilion where Yuan Lao was, "Forget it, I'll invite him over later. The time is up, let's get started."
As his voice fell, a loud gong sound spread throughout the garden.
Those who came to attend the poetry reading put down what they were doing and walked to the edge of the pavilions to look at the largest pavilion.
The Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting appeared together, with two disciples and their disciples' disciples standing behind them.
Wen Sheng spoke first: "Today, Brother Zhu Jin and I are co-hosting a poetry and painting gathering here. The purpose is to make friends through poetry and painting. I hope you will not lose harmony and gentlemanly manners because of temporary differences."
The painting saint Zhu Jin then spoke: "In this poetry and painting gathering, regardless of family background, only the quality of poetry and painting will be considered.
I believe you all already know in advance that the winner of this poetry and painting competition will receive a calligraphy or a painting, or both, from me or Brother Yi An.
The rules are simple. Brother Yi An and I will give a topic. You will write a poem on the spot and then draw a picture based on the artistic conception of the poem.
Finally, I, Yi An, Mr. Yuan, Mr. Zou, and Mr. Kong will select the best one together."
Wen Sheng added: "In order to be fair and just, no signature is allowed during the on-site poetry writing, and those who sign will be eliminated directly.
After the best one is identified, we will provide the first half of the sentence and the author will provide the second half to verify the identity.
As for the paintings, you need to attach your own poems to them. After selecting the best one, we will provide the first half and the author will provide the second half to verify his identity.
You are welcome to participate, it is not mandatory. Finally, the creation time is one hour, and it will start after one stick of incense. "
After saying this, the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting nodded to everyone and then retreated back to the pavilion.
Mr. Zou glanced at the young people in the pavilion and asked with a smile, "Do you want to participate?"
"I'm just here to watch the fun." Ye Wuhen was the first to say that he would not participate.
"Boring." The third prince was not interested in participating either.
At this time, Elder Zou and Elder Yuan's eyes fell on Jiang Yueyang and his sister at the same time.
"I have long admired Mr. Wensheng's calligraphy and Mr. Huasheng's paintings." Jiang Xun meant that he participated.
"What about you?" Old Yuan looked at Jiang Yueyang.
Jiang Yueyang smiled and shook her head, "I can't draw, so I won't show off my ugliness."
“If you can’t paint, you can write poetry.”
"Forget it, I can't win anyway, why waste time."
Yuan Lao hoped that she would participate and persuaded her again: "How do you know that you can't win if you don't try?
Judging from the couplets you just wrote, your attainments in poetry are not much worse than ours."
When these words were spoken, the young people present were greatly shocked. What Yuan Lao said was a very high praise!
Jiang Yueyang still shook his head, "Mr. Yuan and Mr. Zou must have never seen my brother's poems, right?"
Following her words, the two of them looked at Jiang Xun and sized him up.
Jiang Xun was a low-key person who rarely showed off his talent. Mr. Yuan and Mr. Zou had also heard Jiang Xun's poems, but only the one he wrote in the palace examination.
The poem was excellent, but they were not yet completely sure of Jiang Xun's attainments in poetry.
Jiang Yueyang continued: "I'm not exaggerating, my brother is extremely talented in poetry and painting.
Among those present, I believe only the Sage of Literature and the Sage of Painting, as well as the disciples of the two gentlemen, can compete with my brother."
Hearing these words, Jiang Xun coughed shyly, then reached out and gently tugged at Jiang Yueyang's sleeve, signaling her to be more modest.
"Hahaha..." Elder Yuan suddenly laughed heartily, "Hearing your confident praise, I am even more looking forward to Master Jiang's performance."
"I will definitely not let you down." Jiang Yueyang responded confidently.
Although Jiang Xun was confident, he still felt a little pressured.
Yangyang said so confidently all of a sudden. If she doesn't perform well, won't she be too embarrassed to face others?
By then...Alas~
Old Yuan smiled and stood up. "After the poetry meeting, I hope Miss Jiang will give me an answer."
Zou Lao and Kong Jijiu also stood up. Zou Lao said, "We are going to Wensheng's place. You guys just stay here and wait for the questions."
Jiang Yueyang and a few others stood up to see them off. Kong Jijiu patted Jiang Xun on the shoulder when he passed by him.
After the three people left, the disciples of Master Zou and Master Yuan and Jiang Xun got to know each other.
The disciple brought by Mr. Zou is his last disciple, named Xie Linchuan. He is only fifteen years old this year and is preparing to take the imperial examination next year.
He Minggang was in his early twenties and had great knowledge, but he was not interested in officialdom. He preferred to live among the mountains and rivers and loved the life of a free and easy wanderer.
Xu Zheng walked up to Jiang Yueyang and asked for his opinion, "Master Jiang, do you think I should join in?"
"If you want to participate, just join. Why are you hesitating?"
Xu Zheng nodded, "Although I definitely won't win, but it's enough for the Sage of Literature to take a look at my poem!"
"Then you have very low standards for yourself."
At this time, the third prince also stood up and walked over and said, "Jiang Yueyang, since you are not going to participate anyway, come with me to eat something, I am hungry."
Jiang Yueyang's heart was moved for a moment, but after thinking about it, she decided to refuse.
"Your Highness, please go and eat by yourself. I want to stay here to see the masterpieces of the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting and see if they are really worth a thousand gold coins."
"Their works are in my father's private library. If you want to see them, I can ask him to borrow them." The third prince emphasized again, "I'm hungry."
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