[６９书吧-ＷＷＷ６６ＨＵＵ.ＣCOM] "This is exactly what the old gentleman said. Since it is a poetry meeting, it is natural that we will not judge people by their appearance. How dare I ask the old gentleman, what should I call it?"
"The title is not important, the name is just a cloud."
"Thank you, old man. Xue Shao has learned a lesson." Xue Shao said with a respectful expression. This was the first time Ling Yue saw him treat someone so seriously and respectfully.
Later, the so-called "judges" came. The poetry club had three judges. Xue Shao introduced that these three people were the masters of talent and learning at that time and were quite famous in Chang'an. However, in Ling Yue's eyes, they were just three old men.
That's all, but what surprised Ling Yue was that she found that Old Man Ge was also inside. Her eyes almost popped out of her eyes in surprise. This Xue Shao was too powerful. He even invited the imperial teacher, and
Ling Yue was still thinking about another strange thing.
Didn't his old man Ge say he has to go to class today? What kind of situation is this? Are you kidding her? Ling Yue is going crazy~
She glared at him with a sullen face.
Mr. Ge also saw them. At the third prince's shake of his head, he just saluted. But when he saw Ling Yue's murderous eyes, his old bones almost fell apart.
So, he followed Ling Yue's example and winked at her.
Ling Yue's mouth was half open and she almost fainted, she was sweating violently.
After the three judges were seated, the poetry meeting began. Everyone wrote a poem about an object. After writing it, it was written on paper and then handed over to the judges for review. If the poem was selected, it would be kept. If the poem was not completed, it would be kept.
Just throw it down the stairs.
For a moment, there was silence on the Yuexi Tower.
Ling Yue sat on her seat, watching them meditating hard. She felt bored, but couldn't leave, so she held her face and watched in a daze. Some so-called literati shook their heads while thinking, which was different from the scholars on the TV.
There were some similarities. Ling Yue looked at their heads shaking back and forth and felt a little dizzy. She really didn't understand. They just wrote poems. Why did they have to shake their heads back and forth? Aren't they tired?
?
"Hey, I have it." Suddenly a scholar who looked like a monkey said, and then he started writing on the paper.
Ling Yue glanced at this monkey brother with dissatisfaction. She was dreaming just now, but she was interrupted by his sudden voice, "Just write when you think about it, and call it a woolen yarn. It's like selling vegetables."
"Huh?" The third prince, who heard Ling Yue muttering in a low voice, looked at her strangely.
Xue Shao also seemed surprised that someone could compose a poem in such a short period of time.
After the thin scholar finished writing, he handed it in confidently.
After the three old men looked at it, they all shook their heads and threw it down from the stairs. The thin man suddenly looked disappointed and left alone with a sigh.
Ling Yue thought for a while, whispered a few words to Xiao Xi, and then Xiao Xi hurried downstairs.
After a while, Xiaoxi came upstairs again, holding something behind his back. Lingyue secretly took it over and took a look.
After reading it, Ling Yue suddenly burst out laughing. Suddenly, in the quiet Yuexi upstairs, only Ling Yue's high-decibel voice seemed particularly harsh. In an instant, all eyes looked at her, and Ling Yue quickly covered her head.
Pouring her mouth, looking at so many surprised looks, Ling Yue really wanted to find a crack to crawl in, and then burst into tears. It was over, her image as a lady~