Su Yizhao had already written the first sentence at this moment, and she had automatically blocked out any interference from the outside world.
Before writing the title, only the first sentence was written. Su Yiliang and Su Yijue on the side did not dare to ask more questions, but they were a little confused in their hearts.
What's going on? Could this have gone off topic? Su Yijue frowned slightly, feeling a little worried.
Although Su Yiliang was not good at poetry, he also knew that the first sentence Su Yizhao wrote had nothing to do with the courtyard.
He opened his mouth to speak, just to give a warning. Unexpectedly, his sleeve was pulled by Su Yijue, and he had to shut up.
What's going on with Su Yizhao? His grandfather and father usually praise him a lot, but why is he at this level? It's better to let him do it!
Su Yijue was naturally able to keep his composure. He glanced at Su Yizhao who was calm and composed. Although he was confused, he also understood that Su Yizhao was not a person who had a reputation for nothing. This young brother still had some abilities.
He had read all the articles written by Su Yizhao in the academy before. Normally, Su Yizhao should not make such a mistake at this time.
Maybe Su Yizhao had other intentions? Su Yijue then comforted himself, even if he lost this round, it didn't matter. Anyway, he won two out of three rounds, and there would be two more competitions after that.
"You're not at this level, are you? That would be embarrassing!" Su Yiliang still couldn't hold it back and whispered into Su Yizhao's ear.
Su Yizhao looked over in surprise. She had just written one sentence, so why was it only at this level?
Su Yijue glared at Su Yiliang and signaled him to be quiet and not to talk too much.
Su Yiliang touched the bridge of his nose. Why didn't he notice in the past that Fifth Brother was still so majestic?
Su Yizhao thought for a moment before writing the second sentence.
Su Yiliang felt that his heart was trembling. He did not deny that these two sentences were well written, no! That was very good, very good, but what does this have to do with the topic this time?
Meng Lingxi on the opposite side couldn't help but become a little curious, and didn't know what Su Yizhao would take as the title.
Looking at the first sentence written on the paper, he hesitated to write.
Before posting, he was very confident in himself.
However, after meeting Su Yizhao, he found that he hesitated and his thoughts were not as strong as before. This was something he had never experienced before.
Are you afraid that you will lose? But the two of them have obviously just competed for the first time, and they have not even decided the winner.
He took a deep breath, but his heart was still confused, and Su Yizhao gave him a sense of oppression.
Su Yizhao finished writing the poem in one go. He already had a rough draft, so he no longer messed around.
After she finished writing, she read it carefully and felt that there was no need to polish it, so she put the pen down.
I took a look at the incense in the incense burner and saw that it was almost burning to the end.
So she stood up first, bowed to the first few, and then sat down. The upbringing and rules of the aristocratic family were fully reflected at this moment.
Even the two people who were familiar with Meng Lingxi couldn't help but soften their expressions.
At this moment, Su Yijue and Su Yijue behind Su Yizhao couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. After reading the whole poem, they finally understood.
The artistic conception expressed in the whole poem is magnificent, bold and bold, and the words are exquisite. This is the reason for them to feel relieved.
However, Su Yizhao's choice may be controversial later. However, the great meaning of this poem should be enough to make up for it.
Seeing the Su Yiliang brothers' expressions changing again and again, everyone couldn't help but speculate.
"Then the young master of the Su family has a different look on his face from time to time. Why did he seem to be unfavorable at first and then relieved again?" someone asked curiously.
"Could it be that the first two sentences are not well written, but the last two sentences are still good?" someone speculated.
Everyone nodded after hearing this. It is common for some literati to write poems in which the first two lines are mediocre and the last two lines are the finishing touch.
Su Yizhao's eyes turned to the opposite side. At this moment, the incense was almost burning to the end.
Meng Lingxi finally put down his pen, the two looked at each other from afar, and then Su Yizhao smiled at him.
Wen Jijie was the oldest among these people, and he was also a court official before, so everyone would naturally respect him, so they all looked up to him.
"The time for burning incense is up. Now that both of you have finished, our competition will begin."
As he spoke, he ordered the boy waiting on the side to come forward and present their poems.
The courtyard suddenly became noisy, and everyone was guessing who would win this time.
"I think it should be Meng Lingxi. After all, many students have challenged him before, but they all failed. We have seen this person's talents before, and he still has a chance of winning." Some people couldn't help but predict.
"Eh~ I do think that Su Yizhao might win. If he had no talent, how could he always top the monthly and quarterly rankings of Fengtian Academy? He must have real talent and learning."
"I don't think so. Meng Lingxi is safer..."
Su Yizhao listened to the discussions around him. Although there were different opinions, it seemed that most people were optimistic about Meng Lingxi.
After all, Meng Lingxi's previous performance was seen by everyone, but Su Yizhao's talent and learning only existed in rumors and had never been seen with his own eyes.
Several highly respected literati put their poems on the desk side by side, and then they all came together.
"Huh? Regardless of the poems, the calligraphy of these two people is extremely rare!" Wen Jijie was the first to say.
"Yes! I didn't expect that at such a young age, their handwriting would already have quite a character. It should not be underestimated." Lu Chengtao couldn't help but sigh.
"It's true that there are talented people from all over the world!" A man in his late twenties also praised him. This man's name was Sun Qi, and he was also a scholar.
"This article is very complete! It's high-spirited and elegant, and the golden knot is embroidered!" Lu Zhongbo pointed to one of the articles and said with satisfaction.
"That's true, impeccable!" Wen Jijie also agreed.
"Whose poem is that?" Several people were already surrounding the desk, and the onlookers couldn't get close enough to check it out, so they speculated.
"It should be Meng Lingxi, right? I glanced behind him before, and his poems are indeed magnificent." One of them nodded and praised.
"Oh? What is the title of it?" asked a man wearing a moon-white long coat with a collar.
The scholar glanced at Meng Lingxi, saw that his face was as usual, and said, "It's Baimei!"
Everyone was not surprised when they heard this, but nodded in understanding.
Throughout the ages, there have been many poems praising plum blossoms, most of which praise the noble virtues of plum blossoms, and some even use flowers as metaphors for people and their character.
If it is a poem about plum blossoms, it may indeed be a poem by Meng Lingxi.
"It seems that these people are very optimistic about Meng Lingxi's poems!"
Some people glanced at Su Yizhao, who was calm and composed, and couldn't help but feel a little gloating in their hearts, thinking that Su Yizhao was just showing off.
The children of your aristocratic family grew up in fine clothing and fine food, and were taught by famous teachers. Isn't it appropriate for you to have some talents?
Now I'm competing with others, but I'm at a disadvantage, no matter what!
However, a moment later, everyone heard a cry of surprise.