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

The wind that had just passed over the mountains blew towards the sea, raising waves and rolling eastward!

Master Qinglan's fingertips on the strings were as dense as raindrops, and like surging waves, impacting the hearts of everyone present.

In the last section, the sounds of the piano and flute slowed down, and the sea gradually returned to calm, and everyone woke up as if from a dream.

When the song ended, even Liu Yanming, who was playing with him, was almost sweating. He quickly bowed and said, "I am the junior who overestimated my abilities and performed poorly."

Master Qinglan's expression was much more relaxed than before he started playing: "Not bad."

When Liu Yanming heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was already satisfied that Master Qinglan could say "it's okay". After all, he was just a scholar and not a specialist in music. He was content!

The others also stood up, some praised and complimented the two, while some were still in shock.

Master Qinglan obviously didn't like this kind of segment. He left the same way he came with his zither, leaving all the students behind. Although Qin Yan was interested, he didn't go up to disturb him.

The others also knew their limits and talked more with Liu Yanming. After finding out that everyone had misunderstood him regarding the previous provincial examination, many people came back to visit him specifically to ease the relationship with him.

Liu Yanming didn't mind it much. After all, that's how human nature is. They are all scholars, just ordinary people, mortals.

If you demand too much from the wrong person, you will end up wasting your own energy, which is not worth it.

Because of this, he definitely still liked Qin Yan who trusted him at that time. He quickly broke away from the people he was chatting with and came over to toast Qin Yan.

"Brother Qin, come, let me toast you."

Qin Yan smiled and waved his hand: "I respect you. I didn't know you were so accomplished in playing the flute. In the future, you must give me more guidance on music."

Liu Yanming was delighted by his praise. He drank some wine and came over: "Of course I'll tell you everything I know. But to be honest, I almost didn't know what I was talking about halfway through. My clothes are soaked through now!"

They were the only ones who heard what he said, and both of them couldn't help laughing.

Soon, the teachers finished reading the second round of poems. Unlike the first time, this time they directly selected the top three.

"Third place, Qin Yan!"

Qin Yan felt that many people were looking at him, but he didn't care. Most people also thought that he was actually quite good. He had won good places twice, which showed that his poems were indeed good!

"Second place! Liu Yanming!"

The first and second place winners of the previous round have been announced. Compared to them, Liu Yanming even seems to be more powerful, which makes people more curious about who will be the first place winner in the second round.

"First place in the second round: He Shuyuan!"

He Shuyuan immediately stood up and saluted generously. After sitting down, he secretly winked at Qin Yan, as if to say, "Look, I'll tell you what I'm saying!"

Qin Yan still smiled slightly.

"Hey, you won't even give me a compliment? Forget it, wait until you listen to my poem and then give me some individual comments."

This time, all three people's poems were read out again, and everyone was still convinced.

Good poems, all of them are good poems!

I thought my work was pretty good when I wrote it myself, but every time I saw how others wrote about the same topic, I felt like I had suddenly been enlightened.

This is the difference.

Although they feel a little depressed because their own poems are not as good as others, some people think that as scholars, they make friends through literature, and it is not in vain to see such good poems.

Readers should read more and learn more, see how others write. There is always a teacher among three people, and you will always make progress if you think more!

However, some people don't think so. Not only did Qin Yan get third place in this round, but the remaining two people obviously had a good relationship with him. In Fang Jin's eyes, this was equally unacceptable.

The teachers were all teasing Mr. Zheng, saying that it was really enviable that he could just accept a student who was so talented. They asked him to introduce him to other talented students if he met one next time.

Mr. Zheng was smiling and felt proud of it.

He Shuyuan was still whispering to Qin Yan for comments, just wanting to hear how he would praise himself and then secretly laugh after listening.

Next, it’s the third round.

This time, the person who asked the question was not one of the teachers, but Lin Bosheng.

"Everyone! I'll be the one handling this round. My father heard there are quite a few talented young people gathered here, so I'll be the one to pass on his questions!"

The students became serious.

Lin Bosheng held a piece of paper in his hand and unfolded it in front of everyone as he spoke: "The topic of this round is - 'Book'!"

book.

Just one simple word, but it has such an extraordinary scope of interpretation. Everyone fell into deep thought, thinking about which meaning to take, or where to start.

Qin Yan had a lot of thoughts in an instant.

This word can be the most ordinary book, a letter, written words, or it can directly represent the act of "writing".

Books are all-encompassing, and letters convey homesickness and feelings. In comparison, writing and calligraphy require specific people and situations to be better used.

This question is broader than the previous one. For these scholars, the importance of books is unquestionable and no scholar can live without them.

If even this is meaningless, who would have the nerve to call themselves a scholar?

For this question, almost no one gave up. Everyone was thinking or writing, just to see who wrote the most special and outstanding one!

Some of them also thought that no matter what the level was, this question was asked by the prefect himself, so they had to give him face even if it was just for the sake of courtesy.

Even though I didn't get any ranking in the first two rounds, what if this song is chosen? That would mean I've been shown off in front of the prefect, right?

Some people are very straightforward in their writing. They study in order to become an official. They use books as a starting point to express their true feelings and write about the difficulties of this path.

Some people write about the hardship of studying for ten years and the sadness of not being able to achieve their goals.

Some people write actual books, but they are rare and hard to find, and history cannot be traced.

Some people also write about the beautiful women and golden houses in the books.

Almost everyone racked their brains, and Qin Yan also considered for a while before starting to write.

This time he wrote a five-character regulated verse with many sentences. After finishing it in one go, it was inevitable that there were some individual words that needed to be considered. After the revisions, he had to rewrite it again before it was considered finished.

When he finished writing, he even saw some people who seemed dissatisfied with what they had written previously, throwing the paper aside and starting over. Everyone was paying special attention.

Fang Jin was holding a pen in his hand at this time, but he didn't know where to start. Today's event was obviously a great opportunity, but the more it was like this, the more confused he felt.

Especially Qin Yan, who was too concerned about being in the spotlight. He couldn't calm down now. The half-written poem on the paper was awkwardly pieced together. Even he felt that it was not as good as the first time he wrote it.