The Reborn Noble Daughter

Chapter 64: 64 Jingcai

Chapter 64 64. Amazing talent

Yin Canwen saw that he was silent and looked at the master in the academy. He thought he was worried that their relationship would be criticized, so he comforted him with kind words, "Second Young Master, don't worry, you have outstanding talents and you will definitely stand out."

Feng Jinlins eyes flashed, as bright as stars, and he laughed while looking at Yin Canwen.

Brother Yin, youre welcome. If I compete with others, I wont lose. But if I compete with you, Id rather be the loser to avoid embarrassment, hahaha.

The sound of laughter attracted the surrounding students. Their eyes looked at Yin Canwen with jealousy, admiration, admiration, or disgust...but none of them were as clear as Feng Er's eyes.

Yin Canwen smiled bitterly, he would actually build momentum for himself.

Bai Siruo was caught by Feng Er as soon as he arrived. He made a face while no one was paying attention. Feng Er's handsome face was so angry that it was a little twisted.

On the other hand, Feng Jinyao, who was standing next to him, took a deep look at Feng Er and reminded him that it would be better to stay out of the limelight at this time.

The Yangchun Poetry Society may sound like a competition before spring, but secretly there are hidden things going on. If she hadn't accidentally bumped into the Wen family and his son discussing this matter in her last life, she would have been kept in the dark like everyone else. Here.

Feng Er has a deep relationship with her brother and sister, and he can understand the meaning in her eyes without using many words.

He doesnt like to join in the fun, so he should leave the opportunity to those students from poor backgrounds, who need more recognition.

Not far away, Wen Mengsheng and his cousin Wen Xinglu stood among the students, somewhat standing out from the crowd.

Wen Mengsheng is the son of a minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs after all. He has been growing up in the eastern capital city since he was a child, and his temperament is particularly dignified.

Wen Xinglu, who was standing next to him, was not bad either. Although his features were not as outstanding as Wen Mengsheng's, he still had a bit more of a young master's aura than ordinary people.

Feng Jinyao remembered him. This cousin was a prostitute in his last life, and his knowledge was not adulterated.

So today, although he often speaks modestly and politely to the students around him, his eyes are clear about the imperative to win.

Bai Chaohe saw that almost everyone had arrived, so he consciously took charge of the scene.

Everyone, everyone, please calm down and listen to me.

His voice was not as rich as that of the military commander, but it had an unquestionable tone. Everyone present had heard of Shiro Soshiro's name, so they admired him very much and naturally obeyed his orders.

No one was making any noise, and they listened quietly to Bai Chaohe's words.

Since the late emperor, the Yangchun Poetry Society has appeared in our dynasty. You and others gathered here today to build momentum for next spring. In this case, it would be best if you all show your talents without reservation.

As soon as he finished speaking, many students saw excited light in their eyes, looking at Bai Shiro as if they were looking at gods in heaven.

Bai Chaohe took a look and saw that there were many familiar faces. It seemed that the competition for the top three this year would be fierce.

Everyone looked at the highly respected Academician Lu, waiting for him to reveal the theme of this competition.

He raised his hand and touched the gray beard on his chin, already having a plan in mind.

Everyone, the snow came late this year. I see the snow in the mountains and the sky is filled with beautiful colors. How about taking the first snow as the theme?

As soon as this topic came up, most people were gearing up.

It is not difficult to use snow as the theme, but it is precisely because of this simplicity that the poems written are easy to fall short, and it is even more difficult to stand out.

Based on one stick of incense, we will wait here for your masterpieces. The slightly fat Academician Xing said cheerfully.

A stick of incense is difficult to compose on the spot, so most people use poems they have written in the past. Although it is a bit stiff, it can barely match the theme.

Feng Er had been reminded early and did not dare to show off, so he randomly picked a sentence that fit the theme, put it on the paper, and quickly handed it in.

Uncle Bai gave him a hopeful look. Although Feng Jinlin was a bit arrogant, he was talented and ranked among the most talented men in the city of Dongdu. His words and sentences must be original.

Unfortunately, after he finished reading the words on the paper, his brows furrowed and he looked worried.

Looking at Feng Er, his eyes were a little more suspicious. What was this kid doing? This poem is better than what he wrote casually after drinking. Is this a deliberate attempt to hide his clumsiness?

"I have heard about the name of Second Young Master Feng a long time ago. Let me take a look at this young man's talents today."

Academician Lu took the paper and looked at it, and the smile on his originally cheerful face instantly solidified.

That's it?

It was barely neat, and the theme followed Chuxue, but the poetry in it was gone. The other two academicians took a look at it and shook their heads.

Due to his feelings, he didnt express too much. He just said, It needs to be improved. Then he looked at other peoples works.

Feng Er helplessly spread his hands, and looked at Uncle Bai Si, indicating that this was not what he wanted to do, but that the two pairs of eyes behind him were staring closely at him, and he did not dare to make any mistakes.

Uncle Bai couldn't laugh or cry. He had already experienced the power of the two giant Buddhas behind them.

Feng Er handed in the paper, feeling relieved because of his failure. He turned to look at Yin Canwen, and saw that he had a plan in mind, started writing, and quickly wrote verses on the paper.

Feng Er looked at it with great appreciation, cupped his fists and said.

Brother Yin is amazingly talented. Its really a blessing for me to get to know you, Feng.

He said it sincerely, without the style of a young master from an aristocratic family, nor any hypocritical politeness. Yin Canwen also clasped his fists and retorted, "It's just a small trick. Brother Feng is so complimentary."

When the paper was handed over to the four academicians, Academician Lu muttered a few words in a low voice.

No profit or fame, no honor or disgrace, no worries or troubles.

In front of the night lamp, sing and drink alone, chant and laugh alone.

The situation is that the mountains are covered with snow for the first time, and the moon is shining brightly.

What if I give him a hundred years of life? Let him grow old.

Who can protect wealth and honor? Know when the merits are due.

Calculate the amount of gold and jade in the basket, how much will be fought for.

A moment of time is of no use, but it is never too early to think about pleasure.

Wait for spring to come, bring wine to the east wind, and sleep on the fragrant grass.

"Okay, okay, a good sentence, who can protect wealth and honor? Know how long it will take to achieve merit. This kind of heart and mind are beyond the reach of even this old man. The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared!"

Taking the first snow as a guide and setting one's own mind and ambition, such talents and learning deserve to be number one.

I have long heard that Yunqi Academy has a talented and knowledgeable student this year. It seems that he is talking about you.

Academician Lu cherishes talented people the most. Although he has never met him, this poem is already an unprecedented masterpiece. Looking at other papers, even if there are other masterpieces later, they cannot surpass this, which is slightly obvious. Poor talent.

The academician is so complimentary.

There was no hint of pride in his talent when he spoke, nor did he mean to be humble or petty. Academician Lu couldn't help but like him even more when he saw his peaceful and honest temperament.

Looking at each other with the other three people, everyone looked at Yin Canwen with admiration. He bluntly said that he lived up to his name and his articles were as brilliant as the sun and the moon.

Wen Xinglus poetry is not bad either, but unfortunately, he loses in his open-mindedness.

The poems in this chapter are quoted from "ManjianghongWuliwuming" by Zhang Sheng in the Song Dynasty. I hope you know it.