Another gong sounded, and the results of the first round of the competition had come out. Xuemei Tong saw that some talents were happy, and some talents left the field sadly and lonely. After this round of competition, there were only fifteen people left in the ring. Xuemei Tong
Tong looked around the crowd, looked carefully, and asked Leng Junyi, "General Leng, you should have seen Mu Qingfei when you came in and out of the court."
Leng Junyi replied: "I've seen it."
Xue Meitong asked: "General Leng, do you think there is Mu Qingfei among the fifteen talents who were shortlisted?"
Leng Junyi shook his head, "Qing Fei didn't come."
"Oh?" Xue Meitong looked back after hearing this and said unexpectedly, "Judging from the tone, General Leng and Mu Qingfei are very familiar with each other?"
Before Leng Junyi could answer, a gong sounded, and the final round of competition began.
Just listen to the examiner say: "The final competition, the first one, invites all the talented people to write a poem in order using plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum."
After the words fell, all the talented people started writing, and the onlookers in the audience were talking about what kind of poem they would write if they were in their place.
Xuemei Tong asked Leng Junyi sideways, "General Leng, are you interested in giving it a try?"
Leng Junyi shook his head, "Jun Yi is dull by nature. He only likes to dance with swords and swords. He doesn't know how to dance and write, and he doesn't understand these elegant things. He doesn't dare to show his ugliness."
Xuemei Tong smiled and said: "I think General Leng is gentle and courteous in his speech and has a graceful demeanor. He is not at all like those reckless and rough people. General Leng said that he does not know poetry and poetry, but I don't believe it! General Leng, you are too humble.
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Leng Junyi said politely: "Let Miss Mei Tong laugh! I heard that the four ladies in Huamanlou are all good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting. How about Miss Mei Tong compose an impromptu poem and chat about leisurely matters."
"Me?" She is really not good at making poems! However, considering the vastness of China's five thousand years of civilization, it is not difficult to just borrow the poems of several sages.
With her thoughts turning around, Xue Meitong smiled and said: "Since General Leng has spoken, Meitong will compose an impromptu poem with the theme of plum blossoms. If the writing is not good, I hope General Leng will not laugh at you!"
"How could that happen! Miss Mei Tong, please—"
In front of us, the bustling city is bustling, but in the bottom of our heart, we are thinking about the small courtyard of our hometown, where there is a clear spring, a black plum tree, and the fragrance of plum blossoms in the room. Xue Meitong casually chanted: "The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house are all blooming with faint ink marks. Don't do it."
When people praise the good color, only the pure air fills the universe."
Leng Junyi was slightly startled, and then couldn't help but applaud and praise: "Good! What a poem! What a poem! Miss Mei Tong is so talented! Don't let anyone praise her beautiful color, just leave her pure energy to fill the world. In just a few words, she pointed out
The noble qualities of plum blossoms—the steadfastness and purity that do not flatter the world! What a poem! What a poem!”
Xuemei Tong smiled, "General Leng is exaggerating!"
But she is really ashamed of plagiarizing other people's work!
The two chatted happily. The competition downstairs went through another round, and there were only ten people left on the stage. It seems that after this round, there should be only five people left. Xue Meitong asked curiously: "Leng
General, tell me, who will be crowned 'the most talented person in the capital' this year?"
Leng Junyi smiled and said: "No matter whose family the flower falls into, I believe it is all well-deserved! After today, there will be a new outstanding figure in the world added to the court!"
Xue Meitong asked gossipingly: "Did Mu Qingfei also come into the emperor's eyes through the 'Beijing's No. 1 Talent Competition' back then?"
Leng Junyi replied: "No! Qingfei took part in the scientific examination that year, was the top scorer in high school, and was named the Yin of Shuntian Prefecture by the emperor. After that, he rose through the ranks and reached his current position. However, he did take part in the 'Beijing City Examination' that year.
"The No. 1 Talent Competition', and has won the first place for five consecutive years. However, I am afraid that this year I will have to give up to Xian!"
"Five years in a row..."
This Mu Qingfei is really powerful! However, since he has been able to climb step by step from nothing to today's position below one person and above ten thousand people, Mu Qingfei is not simple in the first place!
"What a pity...Why doesn't Mu Qingfei participate this year..."
Xue Meitong felt that it was a pity that she could not catch a glimpse of the "First Prime Minister of the Celestial Dynasty".
Leng Junyi was surprised, "Miss Mei Tong, are you very interested in Qing Fei?"
"No!" Xue Meitong replied, "I'm just curious! Mu Qingfei is the world-famous 'First Prime Minister of the Celestial Dynasty'! People have heard a lot of rumors, so people are naturally curious and want to see Mu Qingfei with their own eyes.
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Leng Junyi lowered his eyes and smiled, and there was something in his words, "There will be a chance."
"Um?"
Xue Meitong tilted her head with a puzzled look on her face. Just as she was waiting for Leng Junyi to explain, the gong rang on the ring, and the final round of competition began.
The examiner cleared his throat and said, "This year's third level is a question personally given by the 'No. 1 Prime Minister of the Celestial Dynasty', our 'No. 1 Talent in the Capital' last year, Prime Minister Mu. I have a painting here that he drew by himself, in which
Everyone has their own interpretation of the profound meaning. Whoever can appreciate the profound meaning in Prime Minister Mu's paintings will be the top three this year. Finally, Prime Minister Mu will judge and select the final leader."
Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this.
Xuemei Tong was surprised. Her eyes shone and she said excitedly: "I've watched a show! I've watched a show! I didn't expect that Mu Qingfei would set the questions in the last round! Things are getting more and more interesting!"
Leng Junyi saw Xue Meitong's face full of excitement, half of her body leaning out of the window, and couldn't help but remind her, "Miss Meitong, be careful and safe!"
"Yeah! I'll be careful!"
Xuetong's whole mind was focused on Mu Qingfei's question, and she had no time to pay attention to Leng Junyi's reminder.
Leng Junyi couldn't help but shake his head. He was secretly prepared. Once Xue Meitong slipped and fell from the building, he would rush forward to rescue the beauty at any time and ensure that she was safe and sound.
Under the high-hanging red lantern, the examiner grabbed the red thread and pulled it gently, and a painting rolled down.
The crowd was in an uproar.
The snow is bright and white, twinkling with snow threads, but there is nothing.
What is this title? The five talented people who were shortlisted were all puzzled by its meaning. One talented person took it upon himself to think, "Since the picture is snow, then we should write a poem about snow?"
There are also talented people who believe, "The talent of the prime minister is unparalleled from ancient times to the present. Although the riddle is simple, the answer is definitely not that simple. There must be a deep meaning in it."
Everyone was guessing the mystery of Mu Qingfei's face. In the private room on the second floor of Zuixian Building, Leng Junyi asked Xue Meitong, "Miss Meitong, what do you think of this painting?"
Xue Mei Tong's bright eyes were as bright as snow, and she calmly replied: "It is a very simple picture. Although it is a few strokes, it makes people see a lot of things."
Leng Junyi didn't understand what he meant, "Forgive Junyi for being ignorant, except for the white snow in the painting, there is nothing in the sky and the earth. I wonder what else Miss Mei Tong saw?"
"It is said that Mu Qingfei was born into a poor family."
"good!"
"It is said that Mu Qingfei is an orphan."
"Yes!"
"It is said that Mu Qingfei's mother died in childbirth when he was just born, his brother contracted dysentery and died of dysentery when he was three years old, and when he was five years old, his hometown flooded and the embankment collapsed, killing people. It was at that time that his father was crushed to death by a falling wooden pile.
From then on, Mu Qingfei went around begging and wandering alone, reading all the suffering in the world..."