Liwei is true, but in the end I don't know who is helping Liwei.
"In that case, I have a suggestion for the younger sister. Just now I saw the brothers compete with a stick of incense as the time limit. I think it is really boring. Why don't we change to a separate method?" Rong Xun smiled, right. The brother who had been announcing the result next to Yue Shangfeng nodded. The man looked at Li Xun and saw that Li Xun nodded, so he retreated wittily.
New method
Yue Shangfeng watched Rong Xun in his spare time, but he wanted to see how big a wave Rong Xun could make!
In the eyes of Yue Shangfeng, Rong Xun is just afraid that he won't win the competition, so he wants to make a fool of himself.
Seeing Yue Shangfeng smiling like a spring breeze, Lu Nitian shook his fist and looked at Yue Shangfeng contemptuously. He would definitely lose when he ran into such a freak as Rong Xun!
"We learned from Cao Zhi, Cao Zhi can make poems in seven steps, and we will try to follow suit. How about whoever makes poems first takes the lead?" Rong Xun kept smiling, this Yue Shangfeng, she watched more and more. It's not pleasing to the eye, he has to be embarrassed!
A woman said such a big talk! This is what Yue Shangfeng is thinking at the moment.
The status of women in Ling State is not high, and there are very few who really have the ability. Yue Shangfeng doesn't think that Rong Xun is among them, "Just as the junior sister said!"
There was a playful smile on the corner of Yue Shangfeng's mouth. Although he couldn't make a poem in seven steps like Cao Zhi, he was still sure within fifteen steps, and it would be good to see how Rong Xun made a fool of himself.
The two looked at each other and smiled, each with their own thoughts.
How could Rong Xun not know that Yue Shangfeng was waiting to see her jokes, but Yue Shangfeng wanted to see her jokes, but he really made a mistake. Pay attention.
"Since the brother said the same, let's start!" Rong Xun's face remained as usual, his beautiful eyes moved slightly, he settled and closed his eyes.
This is a bit like Lu Nitian's behavior just now.
The audience stared at the two people on the stage. After all, this is a poem with steps, and everyone does not want to miss it. Although this seven-step poem is unprecedented, there is no such thing as no one in the future. Maybe today. Having witnessed the miracle, everyone did not dare to blink, watching the stage motionlessly, even more nervous than the two on stage.
step!
Rong Xun took the first step, everyone's breathing was short, even Li Xun and several old men stared intently.
This apprentice always surprises him, this old man. Li Xun knows that this competition must be Rong Xun's victory, no reason, just because the person who competes with Yue Shangfeng is his apprentice Rong Xun!
Immediately afterwards, Yue Shangfeng also took a step, with a complete look on his chest, but Rong Xun still closed his eyes tightly, calm and relaxed.
Under the eyes of everyone, Rongxun took two more steps one after another, a total of three steps!
Just when everyone was about to move their gazes to Yue Shangfeng, Rong Xun opened his eyes, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and his eyes were clear, as moving as a bright moon in the sky.
Could it be that Rong Xun has already finished the poem
Everyone didn't dare to show up and looked at Rong Xun nervously. After all, Rong Xun only took three steps. If three steps become a poem, then he must be a god!
But for some reason, everyone always faintly felt that this little junior girl had such an ability.
"Lonely pity on the edge of the grass stream, there is a yellow oriole deep tree singing..."
Rong Xun's voice was very deserted, he spoke very slowly, staring at Yue Shangfeng as if he was hitting his face.
Yue Shangfeng is like thunder, how can a woman become a poem in three steps? It's so brilliant!
Not to mention that Yue Shangfeng was shocked, even those old men sitting high were shocked by Rong Xun's poem. They were really old.
All of them were talking polite words to Li Xun, with endless praise, "Lao Li, you have accepted a good apprentice!"
Li Xun was also all smiles. Rong Xun's victory was what he expected, but being surrounded by so many old men and complimenting his apprentice, that feeling was not ordinary.
There is no doubt that in this competition, Rong Xun has won, and the power of poetry in three steps will be spread across the country again tomorrow!
Everyone sincerely congratulated Rong Xun for winning the first place in this poem and prose contest, except for Yue Shangfeng, who went away in anger.
There was also cheers and congratulations below. It seems that few people really hope that Yue Shangfeng will win. Rong Xun Gouzui sweetly smiled at the teachers and brothers in the audience, like a spring breeze, soft and delicate, seeming to have forgotten the cold and winter of this winter. Dry and cracked.
After thanking everyone in the audience, Rong Xun walked sideways to Li Xun Yingying and yelled sweetly, "Master."
"Good! Good! Good! Guards, you will be responsible for sending these old men away later, and your junior sister and I have something to say." After saying that, Li Xun looked at the Hanlin University scholars with a bad smile and gave it to Lu Nitian. With a look, he took Rong Xun and went down the stage cheerfully.
The Confucian Masters Competition is held once a year, and as long as you want to see it, these old men are all here to join in the fun. Now, when you look at Li Xun, everyone’s expressions will be unsightly.
They all want to talk more to Rong Xun. It's better now, the two of them, the master and the apprentice, want to talk privately...
Rong Xun is also very distressed. These are all seniors after all. If she leaves like this, is there anything wrong with her, "Master, Xun'er hasn't bowed to a few seniors..."
"Don't worry, don't worry, they don't care about this." In fact, Li Xun was afraid that others cheated his apprentice away.
After Rong Xun and Li Xun left, the rest of the mess was handed over to Lu Nitian, and now Lu Nitian gritted his teeth frowning, and greeted the old man and his family in his heart, but in the end he still had a smile on his face. Send these old men away with their kind words.
After all, this is a Confucian school, so you can't neglect others, otherwise, what is the face of Confucianism
At this moment, Li Xun took Rong Xun all the way to his small broken hut, and took out the pages of paper that Rong Xun had sent by Yun Xun last time, looking at Rong Xun with bright eyes. .
"Girl, old man, if I have a good estimate, this paper is the prophet, is it you?"
Rebirth of destiny, again against the sky!
Li Xun looked at Rong Xun and carefully laid the yellowed and simple paper on the pear wood table.
Rong Xun didn't need to conceal this, he couldn't help nodding, "Master is really smart, and he got it right when he guessed it."
Seeing Rong Xun's smile, the old man shook his heart, a heartless girl who dared to make fun of him.
"Girl, come and tell me about the origin of this paper." Li Xun sat down, looking at Rong Xun with his eyes, waiting for Rong Xun's reply.
The smell of ink in the room makes people feel refreshed and airy.