Time Traveling: The Peerless Shou in the Palace

Ahem, when everyone came on stage again, an hour, 36 minutes and [-] seconds had passed, and I stood on the stage in a relaxed manner.

"Everyone, don't worry, it was just an accident just now, and now the competition is officially starting!" The monkey-like host turned to everyone with an apologetic face.

Each of us stood on the stage one meter apart, and in front of us was a waist-length table on which were placed the Four Treasures of the Study.

"The first round, poetry competition, the title is: write three poems on flowers. The time limit is one hour." "Skinny Monkey" held a piece of paper in both hands and read.

As expected of a flower house, even the title has flowers.But this is not a problem for me to travel through the clan.

However, this brush...

He stared at the writing brush in front of him with a headache, scratched his head helplessly, and turned his head to secretly look at the teenagers on both sides.

On the left is a young man in a bright red brocade robe embroidered with gold. He is pursing his lower lip, leaning over the table and frowning, as if he is ready for battle.

On the other side, the handsome young man was already writing vigorously with a pen.

Half an hour has passed...

There is still a blank sheet of paper in front of me. Looking around, it seems that everyone has finished writing, and I am the only one who is still struggling.

People began to hand in papers one after another. I was so anxious in my heart, but I still looked calm on the surface.

Smiling like a spring breeze and a bright moon, there are only three people left on the field, including me.

He opened his eyes sharply, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Good luck, pick up your pen!

Phew, I finally finished it at the last moment when the hourglass finished.

He blew in satisfaction, solemnly handed it over to "Skinny Monkey", and then stood calmly behind the crowd with his mouth pursed.

"Huh? This one is..." The judges read the papers one by one, and from time to time they gathered together to whisper, and suddenly they didn't know who made a noise.

"Hualou? Haha!" The judge muttered something in a low voice and then laughed loudly.

"What the hell kind of talisman is this? How dare you come to participate in the competition like this," another judge laughed loudly.

"Ha ha......"

I went forward and snatched the papers, and looked at them with contempt, "Don't you even know this? You are still bragging about being a judge!"

"What, then tell me what font this is? I think I have studied calligraphy all my life, and I think there is nothing I don't understand." After finishing speaking, the old man stroked his beard that had turned white earlier, and He looked at me sullenly.

"Hehe, this is cursive script!" It hit everyone's hearts like a heavy weight.

"Cursive script?"

"I haven't seen it before! Haha" I smiled smugly.

Hmph, you can't see it, think about China's 5000-year cultural history, which is profound and profound, how can you stubborn old men know it.

"Forget it, since you guys can't understand this type of font, I'll just use my mouth."

"Ahem, there is a tree beside the inkstone pool in my house, and the flowers are blooming with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the color, just leave the clean air to fill the universe." I cleared my throat and read.

"In the second song, the painter doesn't make powdered faces, but he is afraid that people around him will think I'm straight. When we meet, we don't know each other. Xia Fu has always been a jade artist."

"The third song, beside the broken bridge outside the post station, is lonely and has no owner. It's already dusk to worry about alone, with wind and rain. I don't want to fight for spring, and let the crowd be jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same." The tone of voice. The slower the voice, the deeper the voice. Thinking of the hesitation when I first came, and the helplessness when I was framed and misunderstood, until this second of struggle, both hands tightly grasped the scribbled paper, with the level of force As if to pierce this piece of paper.

Suddenly, I felt a hot gaze shining on me, and I raised my head to search the crowd, but that gaze disappeared without a trace in an instant.Blinking in doubt, did I make a mistake?

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly let out a loud roar...