On the golden table, Zhao Yan and hundreds of scholars sat on the mahogany chairs, each with heroic figures and great pride.

If you can enter the top 100 on the Golden List, you can enjoy extremely high courtesy in the tile shops of Shantai Mansion for at least half a month, and it may even be free.

The servants holding ropes on the other side of the river also stared at these people and carefully recorded their appearance.

Once the final step of catching the son-in-law is reached, these people will naturally be the first choice.

Then another screen was lifted up.

Butler Hong pressed his hands down, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said aloud: "Next, we will really test everyone's poetry skills!"

brush!

The gauze was lifted up again, and the scholars looked at the contents on the screen at the same time.

"Write a poem and find the lyrics by yourself, and do not talk about the joy in the boudoir, but only talk about the heart of fame and fortune."

There are only these twenty words on the screen.

Everyone understands the meaning of this sentence, but it is not easy to write.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there has always been a saying that poets, wives, and concubines. Poetry is righteous, which can express personal ambitions and worldly rise and fall.

Ci is more personal and commercial. Both the Taixue School and the Confucian School love to write poetry and use it as a stepping stone to seek fame. The Huajian School loves to write lyrics, and their lyrics are mostly sung in the market, mainly writing about the joy of painting thrush in the boudoir.

The theme of this game now is to use the Huajian School to write the fame and fame that the Taixue School and the Confucian School always like to express.

It is very difficult to write like this.

Butler Hong said loudly: "Now the timing begins. After an hour, your poems will be reviewed by the eldest lady personally, and the top ten will be selected to advance to the next game."

When I heard that there was only one hour, the 100 scholars on the field became nervous.

Only Zhao Yan's face was quite calm.

He must not be able to write original works, so he can only think about whether there is any inventory in his head.

The scholars in the audience also frowned. They had to admit that the topic of Hong Yuxin was even more powerful than some of the people in the Prefecture.

Those who are shortlisted for the top ten this time will definitely become the most popular among the people in the future.

After ten breaths, Zhao Yan found a very appropriate poem.

But if he wrote it out now, he might scare others. In addition, he didn't want to be too arrogant, so he had to pretend to be thinking and draw randomly on rice paper.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, ordinary literati could also write a poem within one hour, but almost few people could make a poem of this style.

Soon, the Golden Table became quiet.

The scholars frowned deeply and thought hard.

The scholars of the Huajian School were even more depressed because they had long written sentences such as "The pipa string says lovesickness", "The fragrance covers the empty screen, where do people know their faces", "The pink wall is low, and the waist is slender". Now they want to talk about the heart of fame, how can they feel uncomfortable when they think about it.

But for their reputation, in order not to be short of money, and to win the beauty, they can only rack their brains to think.

Time flies, and half an hour passes quickly.

Some have finished half of the verse, some are still grinding the ink hard, and some are looking up at the sky with a look of despair.

The rice paper in front of Zhao Yan was still blank, but what he was thinking about was what to eat tonight.

Most of Hong Yuxin's eyes were on Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan did not notice this, but Hong Tianshou noticed it.

Hong Tianshou always felt that something was wrong with his daughter today, but he didn't understand what was wrong.

"Can Xin'er fall in love with that young man?" Hong Tianshou murmured to himself, and then asked the people around him who Zhao Yan was.

"Report to the master, this person's name is Yan Zhao, who came on behalf of Baiwenzhai. He doesn't have the accent like us locals, and other information is unknown." said an old servant who collected the invitation.

Hearing the three words Baiwenzhai, Hong Tianshou couldn't help but frown slightly.

Yesterday, Hong Yuxin asked the butler to send an invitation to Baiwenzhai without telling Hong Tianshou.

After Hong Tianshou found out, he almost got angry. Although the Hong family also had a backer in Shuzhou and was not very afraid of the Xue family, the business was about offending people less.

He didn't want to provoke the Xue family.

He also heard some news about Baiwenzhai, such as Changdan City has a backer, but he still believed that Baiwenzhai would disappear in no more than half a month at most.

He knew very well the character of Xue Lin, the governor of Shuzhou. That old guy will revenge if he has any grudges, and he will be very particular.

The people of Baiwenzhai beat Xue Huai like that. When the Xue family gets angry, even if Baiwenzhai and the Sansi envoy Kong Moshan can have some connection, Xue Lin will never let Baiwenzhai go unless this Baiwenzhai was opened by Kong Moshan's son.

If Hong Yuxin falls in love with this young man, Hong Tianshou is indeed in a dilemma.

If we look at his appearance and temperament, this young man named Yan Zhao is barely worthy of his daughter, but with Baiwenzhai, he thinks that the Hong family will not wade into this muddy water.

Gradually, it was already noon, and the spectators off the court began to eat and drink while waiting for the top ten to come out.

When Zhao Yan felt that an hour was about to end, he wrote the poem that he had already memorized in his heart on rice paper like flowing clouds and water.

And the moment Zhao Yan lowered his head and wrote seriously, Hong Yuxin looked at Zhao Yan with joy on his face.

Hong Tianshou, who was beside him, frowned and murmured in his heart: It seems that this girl has fallen in love with this boy from Baiwenzhai!

"Time is up! Put your pen and stand up!"

With Butler Hong's loud shout, all the hundreds of people on the stage put down their brushes and stood up. Soon, everyone's lyrics were taken back.

At this moment, Hong Yuxin had already stood up and went to the tent beside her to review the lyrics.

"My dear young men, please enjoy the lunch prepared for you. After my lady reviews, the results will be announced." Butler Hong said with a smile.

The scholars were very nervous. The top ten not only received silver rewards, but also had a very valuable reputation.

For some poor scholars, if they can get the top ten, they will be the best in the entire Shantai Mansion.

Zhao Yan was also a little hungry, so he immediately sat aside and started to eat.

Hong Yuxin's talent is famous throughout Shantai Mansion. Everyone doesn't have to worry that she will not understand or see which lyrics are good.

It's gold, it will shine naturally.

Heiwa whispered to Zhao Yan: "Young Master, I find that Sister Hong is always secretly watching you?"

Zhao Yan was stunned and murmured in his heart: She likes my Jinse and always looks at me. Could it be that she knows my true identity?

Liu Dazhong, who was standing beside him, added: "We are very handsome, which girl doesn't want to take a few more glances? What's so strange about this!"
Chapter completed!