The White Moonlight of Transmigration is back

Chapter 20
The girls from all families ran away screaming, and when they found their own mothers and fathers, they hurried away crying.

If one person is like this, the elders may lose face and will pretend to scold the younger generation for being unruly in front of others, and then find a decent excuse to leave.

But now a group of people are like this, and all the guests can't sit still!
Is the Gu family having a goblin?Hurry up, don't stay!
The guests all left the table to say goodbye, and when Gu Shilang heard the news and hurried over to see the guests off, most of them had already left!

He stared in astonishment at the guests who were avoiding him, and the courtyard which was mostly empty, and thought coldly, it's over, his fame in the whole life!

Gu Shilang came so late, of course, because he was reviewing the poems sent by the juniors together with a few important guests.

The first thing to look at is the male guest's poems.

Since all outstanding juniors from various families were invited this time, including many well-known prodigies, there were quite a few outstanding poems that attracted several judges to praise and recite them repeatedly.

It's just that there are so many good works, and the judges have their own preferences. It's really not that easy to rank one, two, three.

After arguing for a long time, Gu Xian, the host, felt that the atmosphere was heated enough, so he came out and said:

"Everyone, we have been arguing for a while, and the juniors in front are still waiting to announce the result. Why don't we stop for a while and listen to the old man?"

Several judges were also exhausted from arguing, and they all gave him face and listened to his ideas.

Gu Xian then proposed to list all the masterpieces that everyone has been controversial as the winners, and wait for all the names to be called and give out a prize as a reward;

Then, the judges, including him, each wrote their own top three rankings and voted for scoring;
The first three points on each vote will be counted down, and the three with the highest total score will be today's top three.

This method is considered fair, and several judges readily agreed, and soon decided on the top three, and went to see the female guests.

"This small script with hairpin flowers is really good, but the poetry is mediocre."

"Girls, you don't need to be tested for merit. Reading, literacy, and self-cultivation are already good. Don't be too demanding."

Switching to this side, the judging atmosphere immediately changed, and it became much more tolerant and peaceful.

Gu Xian smiled secretly in his heart, calmly put down the poem in his hand, and marked it with a triangle.

"The incompetent ones in my family have no talent in reading; but one of the granddaughters is good, smart and eager to learn. The old man also taught me for a few days, but I want to see what kind of poems she can make today. Come on. Don't laugh at me to protect my shortcomings."

Everyone held the venue and laughed, and the host and guest got along well.

Facing him, Yu Zhengqing, the royal envoy holding a manuscript in each hand, compared it back and forth with a strange expression, and then looked at another poem on the table, and recognized at a glance that it was his daughter's handwriting.

But the content of this poem...

"Ahem," Yu Yushi coughed twice to avoid suspicion, and first handed the two poems in his hand to the colleague next to him.

"Master Wang, look, this?"

Mr. Wang didn't understand, so he took the paper in his right hand first, glanced at it and cheered loudly:
"Nice poem!"

"The spring eye is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness. The little lotus just showed its sharp horns, and a dragonfly stood on it long ago. Fresh and meaningful, natural and vivid, good poetry, good! I think this poem can be ranked among the best! Compared with other The gifted ones don’t give way too much! Haha!”

The other judges were very interested when they heard this. They all looked up and reached out to ask for the poems to read.

Gu Xian moved closer to his colleagues to have a look, pretending to be surprised and shouting:
"This handwriting looks like my sister's! She actually wrote such a good poem? Even my grandfather was shocked. It can be said that the blue is better than the blue."

As he said that, Gu Shilang spoke righteously, posing as a kind and protective old grandfather, and said solemnly:

"It's not easy to avoid relatives in internal selection. It's not easy for my sister-in-law to write such a good poem. I want to fight for the top three for her. Do you have any opinions?"

(End of this chapter)