434 Hate, fair judgment
Because the judges were anxious, Feng Qingchen's "work" was quickly circulated. After the seven judges took a hasty look at it, they only had time to marvel at the fact that words could be written on rice, and did not have time to carefully look at Feng Qingchen's handwriting.
The judges, except the Ninth Prince, were ready to take another look, but the Ninth Prince held on to Feng Qingchen's "work" and refused to let go. The six of them looked at each other and tacitly gave up the idea of competing with the Ninth Prince.
There was nothing special about Feng Qingchen's handwriting. The square regular script looked like it was printed. But the fact that it was written on rice unknowingly added points to Feng Qingchen's handwriting.
My soul is tied to the nine provinces, with whom can I share my feelings?
Be calm and far-sighted, be indifferent and clear your ambition.
There are eight characters in each, one in Yan style and one in regular style. This is really not a good review. The six judges began to discuss. Mr. Yuan Xi said that Feng Qingchen's handwriting is exquisite, and Feng Qingchen should be better.
Mr. Yan said that Su Wan's calligraphy has character and Feng Qingchen's calligraphy has style, which is difficult to evaluate.
The three calligraphers from the Jixia Academy said that Su Wan's handwriting was considered calligraphy. It was hard to say about Feng Qingchen's handwriting. If that small regular script was written on paper, there was really nothing special about it. But it was different when written on rice grains.
Xiling Tianlei said that this was a calligraphy competition, and what was being compared was not the exquisiteness and style, but the characters. Since both sides wrote eight characters, we would just talk about these eight characters and judge the quality based on these eight characters.
"Prince Lei's suggestion is good." The three calligraphers from the Jixia Academy echoed, which meant that they agreed that Su Wan won.
Old Master Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi did not speak. They were great scholars, they had to be graceful and magnanimous. Even if they wanted to favor someone, they could not do it too obviously. Xiling Tianlei knew this, so he deliberately used words to pressure Old Master Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi.
He doesn't care whether Su Wan wins or loses, what he cares about is Ye Ye. Ye Ye hopes that Su Wan will win. If he gives Ye Ye face, Ye Ye will owe him more and more. By then, even if Ye Ye is unwilling, he will have to stand on his side.
Xiling Tianlei bypassed the Ninth Uncle and directly discussed with the three calligraphers from the Jixia Academy to decide the outcome between Su Wan and Feng Qingchen.
"Ninth Uncle, since you have no objection, I will announce the result of the calligraphy competition." Xiling Tianlei politely asked for the opinion of the Ninth Uncle. Four out of the seven people had already determined that Su Wan would win, and the Ninth Uncle had no ability to change the result at all.
"The results of the competition? Who said the results of the competition are out? Didn't you see that Feng Qingchen wrote not only the eight words "Soul is tied to the Nine Provinces, and who shares the same feelings" on the rice grains, but also other words on both ends of the rice grains?" The Ninth Prince slowly pushed the small brocade box in front of Old Yan.
"Qingchen, wait! Feng Qingchen actually wrote a word on the upper and lower ends of the rice grain. What a clever idea." Old Yan wanted to say, Uncle Nine, what's wrong with your eyes? You can see such small words without transparent glass to magnify them. You can see a flower on a grain of rice. Amazing, amazing.
"Indeed, there are words on both ends of the rice grains." Mr. Yuan Xi moved the rice grains so that he could use the glass mirror to magnify the words on them.
Uh... Feng Qingchen was stunned. Did she write on both ends of the rice grains?
After thinking about it, Feng Qingchen nodded vigorously. It seemed like there was. When she was practicing, she wrote words on both ends of the rice grains. Unexpectedly, she picked up two grains of rice with words on them. The most important four words were really a strange combination.
She remembered that what she wrote on the rice grain was "The whole city is waiting for you, what Qingchen wishes for." She didn't expect that it would become "Qingchen is waiting for you." Well, there was no point in her explaining now.
Feng Qingchen sat there silently without saying a word, her eyes slightly raised upwards, just in time to meet the thoughtful gaze of the Ninth Prince. Feng Qingchen closed her eyes lightly and turned her face away calmly.
The Ninth Prince was thinking too much. These twelve words really had nothing to do with him. Writing “My soul is tied to the Nine Provinces, with whom can I share my feelings” was just a feeling.
She originally wanted to write "A bosom friend afar brings a distant land near", but she felt that this sentence was too high-profile. The issue of the stringless harp had not been resolved yet, and she really didn't want to be called a "great talented woman" anymore, because she couldn't carry it.
Facing Feng Qingchen's silent refusal, the Ninth Prince felt a pain in his heart, and his originally pale face turned as pale as paper. The Ninth Prince knew that his condition was not good, and he was unwilling to deal with Xiling Tianlei. He took a deep breath secretly, not giving Xiling Tianlei a chance to talk, and made the decision directly.
"Everyone has appreciated Feng Qingchen's calligraphy. Now let's start judging the winner. To be fair, we will use the anonymous circle selection method to determine the winner.
Later, the eunuch will give everyone paper and charcoal strips with the names of Su Wan and Feng Qingchen written on them. Everyone will circle the name of whoever they think will win, fold it up and put it into the bamboo tube prepared in advance. Then Miss Su Wan and Miss Qingchen will open it together. Whoever has the most circled names will win. "The Ninth Prince has not spoken, but once he speaks, his words are decisive and forceful and cannot be refused.
As soon as the Ninth Prince finished speaking, the eunuch handed the paper with Feng Qingchen and Su Wan's names written on it to the seven judges, including the Ninth Prince.
From this we can see that the Ninth Prince was well prepared!
"Ninth Uncle, this is not good, right?" Xiling Tianlei frowned. He always felt that there was something wrong with this matter.
The Ninth Prince glanced at Xiling Tianlei and said, "What's wrong with that? Prince Lei, don't you think that this method of mine is the most fair?"
It was fair, but... Xiling Tianlei frowned. He was about to win when Su Wan was about to win. What did the Ninth Prince mean by this? A last-ditch struggle? This was not like the Ninth Prince's style.
"Uncle Ninth Prince's method is indeed fair. I agree." Old Yan and Mr. Yuan Xi spoke one after another.
The three calligraphers from the Jixia Academy also nodded in agreement. Just kidding, they just expressed their appreciation for Feng Qingchen a little bit, and they felt a strong murderous aura. When they changed their tone, they felt a chill on their backs.
Since I can't get any good result either way, I might as well use the method of the Ninth Prince Uncle. No matter what happens then, it will have nothing to do with me.
"Ninth Uncle, calligraphy has never been judged like this." Su Wan didn't know what the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen were planning, she only knew that the Ninth Uncle's proposal must not be passed.
"In a calligraphy competition, no one would write with a dragon brush, nor would anyone write on a grain of rice. Since this competition is different, the judging method is of course different. True gold is not afraid of fire. Miss Su Wan, do you have no confidence in your own calligraphy?"
The Ninth Prince spoke almost word by word, so slowly that it could make people angry. The contempt in his words was obvious, but his tone and expression were so natural that people couldn't find the right place to get angry.
Su Wan was so angry that she almost broke the dragon-hair brush. The Ninth Prince was as annoying as Feng Qingchen, and he could block her escape route with just one sentence.
What can she say in this situation?
The Ninth Prince's proposal was extremely fair, and she was confident in her own calligraphy. Su Wan's beautiful eyes swept across the seven judges and finally fell on the three calligraphers from the Jixia Academy. Seeing their satisfied expressions, Su Wan's worries gradually subsided.
"Since the Ninth Prince thinks this is fair, let's begin." Su Wan took a step back and gentlemanly distanced the judging platform from her.
Feng Qingchen was much lazier and just turned his back.
At this moment, she finally didn't have to worry anymore, she was sure to win this competition!
A word to readers: Chapter duplication is a bug in the backend of the bookstore. Acai has been replaced. In addition, regarding everyone's comments that I wrote too much about a piece of clothing, I just want to say that each chapter of mine is around 2,200 words, and I will add about 500 words every day. In a random month, the extra words are more than a thousand...