The whole family travels through the book, the plot is broken but the characters are not

Faced with the dispute between the two sides, Han Huaijin remained calm.

Lord Rong, the chief academic officer of the Imperial College, secretly praised the young man while feeling sorry for him.

In Mr. Rong's opinion, this young man could have gotten full marks, but because of the sensitive topic, it caused controversy.

Lord Rong finally gave his own rating - fifteen points.

This was a neutral rating, and the judges were a little dissatisfied, but didn't say anything.

Dean Chen and Master Wang, who were originally a little nervous, suddenly laughed. They were obsessed with it. Even if Han Huaijin scored zero points in this round, it could not erase his excellence.

Regardless, after today, "Minsheng Fu" will definitely spread...

In Prince Qing's Mansion, Li Jixin, whose arm injury has healed, is practicing sword.

Wei Qing suddenly walked in and told Li Jixin about the college competition.

When Li Jixin heard that Han Huaijin actually chose such a topic in such an occasion, he was stunned for a moment, and finally burst into laughter. This Han family is really interesting.

"After the college competition, oh no, wait until Han Qingyun and his family leave Luocheng, and spread the word."

As Li Jixin spoke, he lamented, "He's just a kid after all. He's too cautious when writing articles. They're not sharp enough..."

Wei Qing rolled his eyes. He was just an ordinary student, a child under ten years old.

His father finally passed the imperial examination and became a third place scholar, but he still hasn't been appointed as an official because of this person. How can you let a child be so stubborn?

He really thinks that everyone can be as lawless as him.

Li Jixin didn't care about Wei Qing's rolling eyes, and happily went to find Li Jiren...

There was a calligraphy competition in the afternoon. As expected, Han Huaijin got full marks, and Mu Chengkang got 18 points.

Han Huaiyu's calligraphy has good shape and style, but his brushstrokes lack strength and are slightly suspended. He was initially rated 12 points, which caused dissatisfaction from Xie Shan.

Xie Shan criticized several judges who gave low scores.

"For a character like this, even if the wrist strength is insufficient, are you gentlemen only giving it two or three points? Isn't that too stingy?

Let's not talk about what your handwriting would have looked like when you were this little girl's age. Even now, your calligraphy style may not be as good as hers!

Could it be that you all pride yourself on your excellent calligraphy and that is why you dare to give such a low score to such a character?"

Xie Shan's voice is clear and every word is pleasant to the ear.

The people in the stands were too far away to see clearly, but the students and other judges in the field could see it clearly.

Han Huaiyu's handwriting is very good, but some of these people gave him only two points, which is really harsh.

Xie Shan knew clearly that these people looked down on women in their bones, and Han Huaiyu was the youngest student in the room. These people always felt that Ziwei Academy was deliberately trying to slap the man in the face.

Yesterday, these people were saying that Elder Song Shan was confused for letting an eight-year-old child participate in the academy competition.

Xie Shan had wanted to argue with these people for a long time, but in the competitions yesterday and this morning, they were relatively objective and gave not-too-low scores.

Xie Shan originally thought that Han Huaiyu had conquered these people's prejudices with his strength, but she never expected that these people would find fault with his calligraphy.

Facing Xie Shan's cold and arrogant look, an official named Xu from the Hanlin Academy stood up.

"Thank you, Madam."

Although he tried to maintain a superficial respect, there was a hint of disapproval in his tone.

"The art of calligraphy emphasizes steady, unwavering force, ensuring it penetrates the paper. This child's handwriting does possess a certain elegance, but her immature brushwork gives it a sense of floating. This is an indisputable fact."

"A bit of character and immature brushwork? In Lord Xu's opinion, as long as the brushstrokes penetrate the paper, the shape of the characters, the brushwork, and the meaning of the brush are completely unimportant, right?"

Xie Shan sneered, then picked up the pen in her hand, deliberately increased the strength of the pen, and wrote a few words casually.

She held the calligraphy high and asked, "Sir Xu, I believe this is the best calligraphy."

The characters were written with heavy ink, and although the shapes were neat, they lacked any aesthetic appeal.

Those who knew Lord Xu couldn't help but cover their mouths.

Xie Shan's handwriting was actually an imitation of Mr. Xu's handwriting. It was indeed so powerful that it could be seen through the paper, but that was the only characteristic left.

Lord Xu was embarrassed by Xie Shan's handwriting, but he couldn't say whether the handwriting was beautiful or not.

Xie Shan continued to sneer: "The ink flying on the paper looks like graffiti, and you boast about your heavy brushstrokes and laugh at others. The pen is soulless and boastful, but the meaning between the words is hard to praise."

Some people couldn't help laughing. Mrs. Xie was indeed not someone to be trifled with.

"Lord Rong, it would be too much of a burden for someone as poor at calligraphy as Lord Xu to judge someone else's handwriting. Lord Rong, please, for the sake of fairness, invite a few more masters of calligraphy from the Imperial College or the Hanlin Academy to judge."

"Xie Shan, you..."

Lord Xu glared at Xie Shan. It was true that his calligraphy was not good, and this was a consensus in the Hanlin Academy.

But when Xie Shan pointed it out so bluntly, he still gnashed his teeth in hatred.

Xie Shan looked back coldly.

"Am I wrong? Could it be that Master Xu's calligraphy skills have reached a high level now? Why don't you show us your calligraphy skills too, so that we can admire them? If Master Xu's calligraphy surpasses this little girl, I, Xie Shan, will apologize to you in public."

"you……"

Lord Xu pointed at Xie Shan, but did not dare to respond.

"If Lord Xu refuses, either the scores of those judges who deliberately gave low scores will be invalidated! Or you can take a closer look at Han Huaiyu's calligraphy.

Perhaps the adults were too far away to see clearly, and this may have wronged the little girl."

After Xie Shan finished speaking, Lord Rong looked at the few people. He was also speechless. These people were too deliberate. Even if the little girl's handwriting was a little floating, it was still very good, not to mention that she was not even eight years old.

Not to mention these people, even Lord Rong himself, when he was eight years old, was far inferior to this little girl.

Looking at Lord Rong's gaze, a judge in white stood up.

"Mrs. Xie is right. I didn't see it clearly. Looking at Han Xiaoyou's handwriting again, I did give it a low score. I will revise my score."

The other people looked at the judges in white with disdain, and finally said they wanted to change the scores.

Even Lord Xu sat down indignantly and changed the original three points.

He originally wanted to change it to ten points, but after looking at Xie Shan and Han Huaiyu who was standing straight, he changed it to fifteen points with great dissatisfaction.

The final score of Han Huaiyu's calligraphy competition was sixteen points.

Han Huaiyu faced Xie Shan, put his hands together between his eyebrows, solemnly bent his body to 90 degrees, then stood up and turned his hands back, his body still straight.

Her eyes met Xie Shan in mid-air.

Xie Shan showed some admiration in her eyes and nodded to her with a smile.

Han Huaiyu also smiled and nodded, then returned to his seat.

Song Mingzhi looked at Lu Yanyan who breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Xie Shan, you still have the same temper."

Lu Yanyan couldn't help laughing.

"The world should have more women like Madam Xie. Madam Xie's journey must have been quite difficult."

Song Mingzhi sighed slightly. It was not easy for Xie Shan, but for herself as well.

They were born into the five relatively open-minded aristocratic families, and were protected by women of high positions like the Empress Dowager and Miao Wan, which is why they were able to reach their current status step by step.

But now...

How difficult it is to be a woman in this world!

On the third day, there was a chess competition in the morning and a painting competition in the afternoon.

Opponents are randomly selected in chess games, and each person must participate in five games.

If you win all five games, you will get full points. Four points will be deducted for each loss. If you lose all five games, you will get zero points.