Film and TV: Traveling through countless worlds at the same time

If she were a man, she would definitely be the best candidate for succession to the Dafeng Dynasty.

After hearing Huaiqing's words, Zhang Shen immediately returned the greeting, saying, "Greetings, Princess."

Then Huaiqing set his sights on Lu Xiao.

"Could this be Sister Pingyang's future husband?"

Just now, when the students of Yunlu Academy saluted Lu Xiao, Huaiqing had not yet arrived and happened to miss the scene.

Otherwise, with her intelligence, she would definitely be able to guess Lu Xiao's identity.

Pingyang blushed and nodded, mumbling, "Hmm."

Most of the royal family members were afraid of Huaiqing.

Pingyang is no exception.

It was because Pingyang was too majestic on a daily basis. In terms of aura, even the Crown Prince was far inferior to her.

Therefore, Pingyang's brothers and sisters did not regard her as a peer.

She is truly outstanding.

"I see that my brother-in-law has an extraordinary bearing, and I imagine he must be very talented as well, right?"

Pingyang asked tentatively.

Lu Xiao smiled slightly: "No, I am just an ordinary student in the academy, I am really talented."

He wanted to be modest, but Lin'an next to him refused to do so.

As soon as these words came out, Lin An immediately shouted.

"Of course, Sister Pingyang's husband's talent and learning are unmatched in the entire Yunlu Academy. But today, he's mine, Huaiqing. I'm sure to defeat you today!"

Lin'an was as proud as a little peacock at this moment.

Huaiqing didn't care about Lin'an's "big talk" at all.

After all, Lin An had said this to her countless times.

She would slap me in the face every time.

However, with the commotion in Lin'an, Huaiqing temporarily put aside his curiosity about Lu Xiao.

He replied to Lin An with a nonchalant tone.

"Oh, then let me congratulate my sister first."

After saying that, she turned and left.

This attitude angered Lin An again.

"She ignored me, Lu Xiao, how dare she ignore me!"

Lin'an pointed at Huaiqing's back and complained.

Lu Xiao said, "Well, I saw it. You don't agree, do you?"

Lin An nodded vigorously and said, "Of course."

"Then go ahead and beat her up. Aren't you usually quite fierce when you see me?" Lu Xiao said with a smile.

Lin'an immediately rolled up her sleeves, but halfway through, she remembered the difference in combat power between herself and Huaiqing, and immediately backed off.

"Forget it, this princess is broad-minded and won't bother with her."

It's really flexible.

Lu Xiao and Pingyang glanced at each other and smiled knowingly.

With the arrival of Princess Huaiqing, the poetry gathering officially began.

Of course, it is impossible to let everyone compete in poetry from the beginning.

That would seem pretty boring.

Poetry reading is also a kind of gathering.

So naturally there will be no shortage of fine wine and delicious food.

In addition, there are of course other small games such as Shefu, Touhu, Pass the Flower with Drum, Feihualing, etc. to liven up the atmosphere.

When the atmosphere reaches a climax, it is the final stage of poetry competition.

Before the climax, the various mini-game competitions between Yunlu Academy and the Imperial College were also quite lively.

In many games, both sides had their victories and defeats, and for a time the battle was fierce.

Sometimes when I get angry, I will just start lashing out.

Of course, scholars of this era, even when cursing others.

Nor will I swear openly.

These are the kind of words that are completely incomprehensible to uneducated people.

For example: How do you know! The middle age is the wooden arch of your tomb.

This sentence is equivalent to a modern curse, which is actually similar to "The grass on your grave is two meters high."

(Wang Nuo Zhao) But these things really amused the others.

It's rare to see such a wonderful "battle" in Kyoto.

After three rounds of drinking, both sides realized that there was no winner in the game.

Then they all looked towards the first seat, Princess Huaiqing.

"Princess, we're all very excited right now. Why don't we start the final competition now? I wonder what the topic of this poetry competition will be?"

The first person to speak was a student from the Imperial Academy.

This person was considered to have some poetic talent within the Imperial College.

He had the good fortune to attend several poetry gatherings held by Huaiqing before.

On one occasion, he even won first place and eventually became famous in the capital.

Seeing someone start, the others quickly followed suit.

"Yes, Princess, let's get started quickly. We can't wait any longer."

After hearing these voices, Huaiqing didn't rush. Instead, she gently picked up the cup in front of her, took a sip of the fruit wine, and then spoke to Zhang Shen and the Imperial Academy teacher sitting next to her.

"How would you two gentlemen like to welcome us?"

Chapter 110: Poetry Competition

After hearing Huaiqing's words, Zhang Shen said calmly.

“It’s almost time.”

As for the Imperial College teacher, his once straight back had now bent, and his entire body exuded a sense of flattery.

"Of course, I will listen to the princess's opinion."

Huaiqing nodded, then said: "Since no one is interested, let's get started. The theme of this poetry gathering is..."

Having said this, Huaiqing looked around.

The final topic of each poetry gathering she held was decided on at the last minute.

This will prevent cheating to the greatest extent possible.

Everyone in the courtyard was waiting curiously.

Finally, Huaiqing fixed his gaze on the sky above his head.

At this time, there was a bright moon hanging in the sky, very round.

"Let's use the word 'moon' as the theme for this poetry gathering."

As soon as the question came out, everyone in the hospital immediately fell into deep thought.

After a long time, a student from the Imperial College stood up.

"I'll go first."

Immediately afterwards, someone set up the table and presented writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

After preparing everything, the student walked to the center of the room, bowed to Huaiqing, and then picked up the writing brush on the table without hesitation.

After thinking for a while, I started writing.

While he was writing, the palace maids serving beside him began to read aloud what he had written.

"Mountain Moon."

Chapter 111 "The pine waves surge in the night, and the white soul floats in the air, grinding the jade dust."

"A hundred thousand green peaks receive the dew, and the cold light shines on those who have not yet returned."

After a while, the poem was completed.

The student bowed again to Huaiqing, then glanced provocatively at the students from Yunlu Academy.

Everyone can see the meaning in the eyes.

But honestly, his poem is really good.

As expected, he is the first to dare to stand out and write about the poet. He really has some talent.

There is not a single word "moon" in the whole four sentences, but it is mentioned everywhere.

The three characters "grinding jade dust" are used with extraordinary skill, directly concretizing the "moonlight". The following "sitting with the dew" gives the mountains a Zen feeling. The green peaks and the person who has not returned form a sharp contrast, full of tension.

Even Lu Xiao couldn't help but nod.

“Good poem.”

But when Lin An heard what he said, he panicked.

"Good? How good? Can you beat him?"

Lu Xiao had long been aware of Lin'an's lack of knowledge and skills.

So he never expected Lin'an to understand this poem.

He simply said, "Even if I forced you to death, you wouldn't be able to write a poem like this. As for me, you'll know what I mean in a moment."

Lu Xiao still wasn't sure whether to take action or not.

Honestly, his poetic talent is average. Even if he forced himself to write one, it would probably be barely better than "Mountain Moon."

However, since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Literary criticism is highly subjective.

If you can only improve a little, the difference is not that big.

People with slightly different preferences will appear to have different feelings.

Of course, Lu Xiao could also choose to draw inspiration from the works of many talented people in his past lives.

But he is a scholar after all, so he still needs to save face.

Even if others don't know, he knows it.

Of course, he is not a rigid person, there is really no other way, it doesn't hurt to use it.

It's not the first time anyway.

But whether it will be used or not, we still have to wait and see how the students of Yunlu Academy perform next.

If the students of the academy can win in the end.

Then the best he could do was to rely on his own ability and write a decent poem to get by.

If the academy students can't win, then the decision will depend on the circumstances.

At the front, Princess Huaiqing, Zhang Shen, and the Imperial Academy teacher nodded continuously.

"Good poem, good poem. Whether in terms of words or artistic conception, it is definitely a masterpiece. I would like to give this poem an eight."

Although Zhang Shen looked down on the Imperial College, as a great scholar, he naturally had the magnanimity of a great scholar and would never deliberately belittle a younger student's poetry because of his personal preferences.

As a judge in this poetry competition, you can give each poem a score, with a maximum of ten and a minimum of zero.