After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

The young man picked up the pen and began to write a poem, his eyes burning with passion.

Fang Jin saw this scene and sneered. Haha, he started writing when the incense stick was almost burned out. I'm afraid it was just put together at the last minute.

Fang Jin shook his head slowly. He thought he had overestimated him and was still paying attention to him. A person like him was not worthy of his attention.

When Qin Yan finished writing the last stroke, the incense stick had just burned out, and someone on the stage immediately asked the students to stop.

Lin Bosheng immediately sent someone down to collect the manuscript.

Some students really couldn't think of an answer, or hadn't written it yet, but they couldn't violate the rules, so they simply chose to abstain.

Some students thought that what they wrote was too ordinary and crumpled up their papers and gave up. Most students thought that what they wrote was pretty good and that there was a slight chance, so they handed in their papers.

Even if I can't be the first, it is also a gain to get a few comments from the old gentlemen.

While the old gentlemen were reviewing the poems, the Lin family also arranged for dancers to perform on the scene.

The guzheng and jade flute played slowly, and the whole venue was filled with the soft and graceful sounds of instruments. The golden bell and jade stones collided, making crisp sounds.

The students in the venue suddenly smelled the elegant fragrance of flowers, and then a group of dancers in white fairy dresses, with flowing black hair and no makeup, entered the venue with graceful postures.

Suddenly, the dancers dispersed, leaving only the leading woman, who was wearing a white gauze skirt, a blood-red peony flower on her head, and a silver-white crescent moon decoration under her eyes, looking beautiful and charming!

Many young students were excited.

"This person, this is Miss Hong Shao!"

Miss Hongtiao, with a pure and charming appearance, is the top girl in Xiangxiang Pavilion and a servant of the Third Young Master Lin.

"It's Miss Hong Shao, who is hard for ordinary people to meet!"

"Yes, today we can enjoy Miss Hong Shao's dance, so it's worth coming here today!"

Even He Shuyuan, who had never felt anything for women, was distracted for a moment when he saw the girl in the middle of the stage from afar. However, he quickly regained his composure and silently recited the Heart Cleansing Mantra he had obtained from the Taoist priest.

Most scholars consider themselves elegant and their favorite dances are bold and open, not those with vulgar makeup. Therefore, Lin Bosheng specially looked for pure and lovely dancers, each of whom was dressed like a girl from a good family.

Qin Yan also found it very pleasing to the eye and waited to see.

The bell rang and the dance officially began. Everyone's eyes were focused on the girl Hongshao who was leading the dance.

The girl danced gracefully. As she walked, her dress opened to her thighs, and silver vines were entwined between her tender white legs, appearing faintly.

This design is like the bright moonlight allowing them to glimpse a hidden corner.

The moonlight falling to the mortal world is a fatal temptation.

Most of the men were stunned.

Qin Yan frowned and stopped looking, lowering his eyes to eat the cake.

If you like seductive women, you can let them dance boldly. If you like girls from decent families, you can simply appreciate their dance, which is also fine, but you have to make them dress up as good girls and dance in seductive ways.

The dancers were not wrong, they were all beautiful, but he was somewhat disgusted by such behavior.

The music, singing and dancing continued, and soon after the song and dance ended, the whole audience applauded.

The red potato girl leaned forward slightly to express her gratitude, and then glanced at Lin Bosheng casually. Receiving his gaze, she nodded casually.

"Sisters, the guests enjoyed our dance, so we should toast them with a glass of wine to express our gratitude."

The dancers came off the stage one after another and went to each table to toast the guests.

When beauty suddenly approached, many people revealed their masculinity. Seeing the delicate hands holding wine glasses in front of them, some people took the wine glasses and subconsciously touched the girls' hands.

Others, seeing the girl blushing, teased her by reciting a few lines of romantic poetry, which made all the students at the table burst into laughter, and they all felt that they were very romantic and elegant.

As for the person who came to Qin Yan's table to toast, it was actually Miss Hongshao herself!

The beautiful girl had curved eyebrows and eyes. A closer look revealed her pair of light eyes, which gave her an exotic charm. She raised her wine glass and said in a sweet and gentle voice, "Master Qin, this is a toast to you."

Although she said this, her pair of autumn-water eyes looked directly at Qin Yan with affection and boldness, and even moved closer.

Qin Yan could even smell the fragrance of flowers on the other person. He pulled away, smiled politely in return, and raised his glass to toast her: "Okay, thank you, young lady."

Hong Shao's eyes moved slightly, and she tried to find a topic to talk about, but Qin Yan responded politely and ended the topic two or three times in a row.

The students who were staring at Miss Hong Shao were so angry that their teeth were about to break. "No, Qin Yan, why are you pretending? Such a beautiful girl is in front of you, and you always reject her!"

Lin Bosheng watched secretly and had an idea in his mind. With a slight wave of his hand, the dancers retreated.

After all, it is a poetry gathering, not a place for pleasure. It is enough to enjoy the dance occasionally, and naturally the scene will not be too excessive.

And the old gentlemen also commented on those poems.

It is divided into three columns from most to least.

One column is mediocre, one column has some advantages, and the other column only has two thin pictures.

Next to him, Fang Jin had a gloomy expression. The poem he was so proud of was just placed in the category of mediocre ones.

Master Chen was initially somewhat dissatisfied, thinking that this student did not have much intelligence, but when he thought that he accepted Fang Jin as his disciple just to repay a favor, he did not mind it too much.

There are two most outstanding poems. One is by Liu Yanming, which uses gorgeous words and has profound meaning.

The other one is by Qin Yan. His words are not gorgeous, but the meaning is profound and it is easy for people to empathize with the poem. The essence of a poem lies in it.

So the old masters argued and discussed for a long time, but still couldn't decide who would be the first.

In the end, Mr. Zheng came up with a clever idea and called Qin Yan over first.

He was read Liu Yanming's poems and asked to comment on them in public.

Qin Yan read it carefully and found it interesting.

"Brother Liu's use of words is gorgeous and elegant. Even ordinary things can be extended to make them magnificent and magnificent. He brings readers into the artistic conception of the poem. It is very personal and I really admire you."

As he said this, his eyes kept wandering between the lines of the poem in his hand. His tone was so sincere that Liu Yanming couldn't help but clear his throat.

With Qin Yan's talent and character, he would never lie, so it is difficult for people who are praised to hide their emotions.

"Haha, that's right. Not to mention that he signed his name, even if you only look at the verses, it's easy to recognize now. Come on, Mr. Liu, come up too, and take a look at Qin Yan's."

Liu Yanming quickly tightened his expression and picked up the paper. Others only saw that his expression became more and more serious as he read. There were only these few verses in the poem, but he seemed to be looking at it for a long time.

In fact, he watched it several times and only when he was satisfied did he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

The expression on his face was one of admiration, and so was the tone of his voice when he spoke.

"The wording is subtle and euphemistic, intriguing, and the artistic conception is layered and progressive. The metaphors and allusions are used without feeling forced at all. It really leaves one wanting more."