Chapter 34
Zhou Xuanqing took Tang Mitang and walked slowly towards the imperial city. Whenever they saw something interesting, they would stop to watch.
Tang Mitang felt a little anxious for her when she saw her slow pace. The imperial city was in chaos, yet she was still having so much fun. If anything happened, wouldn't she have to clean up the mess by herself?
Tang Mitang followed Zhou Xuanqing's pace and was just about to talk to her when she saw a group of gorgeously dressed women turning the corner from that street. The group seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and all the girls on the street joined in.
"What's going on?"
Zhou Xuanqing glanced at Tang Mitang and helped her tidy up the loose hair on her forehead. He said calmly, "Today is the annual Talent Competition in Rising Sun City. The prize is a night-shining pearl."
"Night-shining pearl?" Tang Mitang's eyes lit up when she heard it. Night-shining pearls are so great! This way, she can read the storybook at night without lighting a lamp!
Seeing her like that, Zhou Xuanqing smiled and asked, "Do you want it?"
"I want it! I'm going to sign up!" Tang Midang said, and followed the team.
Zhou Xuanqing shook his head. This girl only half-listened. In a talent contest, was she so proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?
Tang Mitang didn't care. He wrote the three words "Tang Mitang" stroke by stroke. Then he looked at the notebook and wrote two more words, "Tang Qing".
Tsk, perfect.
The gentleman in charge of registration saw Tang Mitang's elegant and graceful (ugly) handwriting and looked at her carefully. How could this girl give herself such a high evaluation?
Tang Mitang didn't care about anything else. She ran to Zhou Xuanqing happily and smiled flatteringly.
"My dear lady, a woman as outstanding as me can definitely take first place, but I can't act rashly in front of you, so I wrote your name on it as well. This way, you take first place and I take second place. It's perfect~"
"Such perfection is unnecessary." Zhou Xuanqing shook her head and dodged her hand. She didn't want to go up and let these people watch.
Seeing her avoid him, Tang Mitang put away her flattering attitude, smiled and grabbed her hand and said, "Good sisters should stand on the podium together and reach the pinnacle of life!"
"No need, I'm already at the peak." Zhou Xuanqing said coldly and ruthlessly.
Tang Mitang curled her lips and thought that the competition should not be difficult. After all, she was a woman of the new era. How could she lose to the ancients?
Tang Mitang was unlucky. There were ten participants in total, divided into two groups, and she happened to be the fifth in the first group. When she heard her name, she went up happily.
The first match is calligraphy and painting, and only those who advance can proceed to the second match.
Tang Mitang rolled his eyes and felt that he was in a safe situation. Wouldn't it be easy to just write a poem to impress the audience or draw a picture of a beautiful woman?
Tang Mitang picked up the brush confidently and wrote on the rice paper.
Chang Xi couldn't help but sigh as he watched from below, "This Tang Mi may seem unreliable, but he actually has such talent and can write with such confidence. I'm afraid the championship is a sure thing."
"Of course, he is my apprentice!" Jueming said proudly, looking at Tang Mi with more and more satisfaction.
Xuan Yi moved a chair for Zhou Xuanqing and let her sit in the shade to watch.
Zhou Xuanqing looked at Tang Mitang's attentive expression and couldn't help but hold her forehead. Why did she always have a bad feeling?
Tang Mitang on the stage was holding a brush. He originally wanted to write "First View of the Canghai" to shock the audience, but unfortunately he forgot the word. How do you write "Jie" in "Donglin Jieshi"?
I silently crossed out the word "Donglin" and smiled awkwardly. I can only recite these fancy words but not write them. Is it not enough to just write "Quiet Night Thoughts"?
When Zhou Xuanqing saw that she had made an ink hole in the rice paper and seemed to have crossed out a few words, he knew that Tang Mitang was joking.
Others paint first and then write poetry, but this person does the complete opposite.
"Xuan Yi, wait for Tang Mitang to come down and carry him away directly." Otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
"yes."
After Tang Mitang finished writing Quiet Night Thoughts, she found that it had taken up half of the paper. With a conflicted look on her face, she drew a big peony, but it turned out to be too ugly, so she changed it to a moon. After thinking for a moment, she added a window, which perfectly fit the mood of the poem!
Tang Mitang put down his pen with confidence and raised his hand to signal the judges.
The judges took a look, twitched their lips, and allowed people to show their skills based on fair and just rules.
"Hey, this little girl must have done a pretty good job drawing the first one to put down her pen! Mom, come on~ It's really a masterpiece, hahaha."
“This painting and calligraphy are truly amazing!”
"No, I have to laugh first, hahaha..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
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Tang Mitang looked at the people in the audience laughing like that, and looked at her own painting in confusion. Seeing that several other people also stopped writing and looked at their paintings, her face turned red instantly.
What the hell is she painting? Compared to them, it's just highbrow, lowbrow, or White Snake and the little earthworm. Ah!
Zhou Xuanqing covered his face with a fan and glanced at Chang Xi and Jueming, who had just been talking boastfully, hiding behind a tree with their faces covered.
She saw Tang Mitang covering her face and looking at her again. She sighed, took away the fan that was covering her face, and thought, "Forget it, I'll carry her down myself."
"Oh~ Miss, you really opened my eyes. The threshold for the talent contest is too low. All kinds of people can come on stage and make a fool of themselves. This makes me suspect that the talent contest is just a joke." A woman who was also painting a peony picture on the stage looked at Tang Mitang and smiled sarcastically.
Although she was the second place every year, this was the first time she had seen someone rushing to the stage and embarrassing themselves!
"Sister Han, please don't say that. This girl's painting is just not satisfactory. Just let her go down by herself. Why say that to her?" Another woman said, holding a handkerchief and covering her mouth with her hands, giggling twice. She always gets the first place every year and is almost tired of it. This time, she has some fun.
"Oh, I don't even hesitate to talk to her..."
Tang Mitang listened to their words and couldn't help but cover her face and ran off the stage. She was embarrassing the time travelers...
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