Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

Immediately afterwards, Wang Qinghan didn't whet everyone's appetite. After reading Lingyun Zhizhi, she immediately moved her beautiful eyes slightly down and began to read the poems.

"I have Ling Yunzhi in my heart, ................................................ ................................"

"................................................ ………, see the bright moon through the clouds and mist.”

Wang Qinghan read the paper in her hands, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and her eyes trembled slightly, full of surprise.

I was deeply amazed by the verses in this poem.

Especially the last sentence, see the bright moon through the clouds and mists.

Push through the clouds and mist to see the bright moon.

Isn't this what he experienced personally just now? Seeing the clouds and mists disperse and the bright moon appearing, he came up with this sentence, see the bright moon through the clouds and mists!

The rhyme, the artistic conception, and the connotation in it all appear just right.

It not only showed the ambition in my heart, but also vividly showed the feeling of breaking the darkness and reappearing the light.

With the help of Wang Qinghan's substituting voice, everyone present was even a little bit trapped.

With a dazed look, he recalled this verse in his mind.

Clear the clouds and see the bright moon.

What a way to see the bright moon through the clouds and mist!

It's wonderful, wonderful.

After hearing the complete lines of the poem, the prodigal son was also slightly surprised. Didn't expect this kid to write it so well?

See the bright moon through the clouds and mist?

I seem to be somewhat familiar with the seven characters.

This kid can do it.

The prodigal son muttered in his heart, now he has dissipated the trace of uneasiness just now, no matter whether you are some kind of protagonist template, anyway, you are a tool person, I, the prodigal son, will definitely use it.

The whole scene fell silent all of a sudden, and fell into a strange atmosphere.

With these scenes, Ye Fan could not restrain the excitement on his face.

And the guy who thought he had won the leader was stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Eyes wide open, pupils quivering slightly.

He was listening to Ye Fan's joke, but as a result, he also read the poem, and his face immediately changed from the expression of wanting to read a joke to the expression of eating shit.

I thought impossible, impossible! ! 1

impossible! ! ! ! ! ! !

This can't be poem 11 written by himself! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

He is a man of literary talents, so he can naturally tell who is better between his own poems and Ye Fan's poems.

This should not only be regarded as words, but also the charm and meaning, but also the artistic conception and the situation of the scene, the artistic conception expressed by the poems and the atmosphere of the scene.

Even though he might be able to compete with Ye Fan in terms of poetic lyrics, but with the artistic conception and the blessing of this kind of real performance on the scene, he can't compare with Ye Fan, especially when everyone watched Ye Fan at the last moment with his own eyes. , Seeing the clouds and mist dissipate, only then created the poem that sees the bright moon through the clouds and mist!

This real and impressive artistic conception is a plus.

Wang Qinghan on the stage was also absorbed for two breaths, then slowly regained his consciousness, and placed Ye Fan's paper in the area that was shortlisted, and deliberately placed it in the most central position.

Immediately afterwards, she continued to pick up the paper behind without any hesitation.

Even Ye Fan's poems made her forget for a moment why she chose to read these poems. She did it to embarrass this kid from a rich family and this guy who doesn't value this literati competition.

The same was true for everyone present, they were all in no mood to continue listening, and felt that Ye Fan had already won.

However, the prodigal son sat in his seat, slightly curled his lips, and still had an expression as if he was holding the winning ticket, very casual and calm.

There were also some people who noticed his expression, and they all showed surprised and puzzled expressions. They didn't know why he had such an appearance, as if they were going to win the leader.

He is obviously a kid from a rich family who finished writing in just a pot of tea.

Most people think so.

Wang Qinghan on the stage continued to read, but the following verses paled in comparison with Ye Fan's verses.

It wasn't even possible to make everyone stretch out their emotions.

But immediately, Wang Qinghan was reading, and inadvertently glanced at the prodigal son, seeing his calm and calm expression, as if he was about to win the championship, Dang even his expression froze slightly, followed by Dai Mei frowned slightly, revealing a hint of sullenness.

Because the location of Prodigal Ziyao happened to be in the center, she could see it at a glance.

Because the paper is collected from front to back regularly, and she knows which column each servant who comes to hand in the paper is in.

The column of the Prodigal Son happens to be at the bottom.

Based on the position of the prodigal son in the middle, she can tell which piece of paper the prodigal son is on.

This kind of thing is not too simple for a cultivator with cultivation base.

But that alone is not enough, only she knows the poems of the prodigal son, and even if she reads it at that time, it will not embarrass the prodigal son, and make him pay the price for not taking this important occasion seriously.

So she read another one.

He paused temporarily and looked at the prodigal son.

For a moment, everyone in the world Wang Qinghan stopped talking suddenly, and they all came back to their senses immediately, and looked in the direction she was looking at. When they saw that they were looking at the prodigal son, they were slightly surprised, and curiosity immediately arose in their hearts, thinking that Wang Qinghan What is this for.

The prodigal son himself also had his eyes slightly fixed, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

What is this for?

what are you looking at me for?

I'm so handsome?

"My lord, can I tell you your name?"

Wang Qinghan said so, looking at the prodigal son, she was really sullen.

I feel that the prodigal son Miao shows that he is here to play, and he doesn't hide it at all. It is completely defiled and profane to the word literati.

Wang Qinghan couldn't help but finish the writing in less than 5 minutes, and looked like he was going to win the championship. Wang Qinghan really couldn't bear it.

She must make this guy who looks like a playboy embarrass himself in front of everyone.

Oh?

When asked his name suddenly, the prodigal son was slightly startled.

But he immediately replied:

"Shen Yan."

Shen Yan, that's right, he used this fake name, a fake name created by Wang Xin.

Shen Kai?

Hearing this, everyone immediately guessed in their hearts, thinking of the Shen family, the first thing they thought of was the Shen family.

But there is only one Shen family in the south of Huaiyuan, and it is a second-rate family, and it has never been heard that the Shen family has such a handsome and handsome son.

After hearing the prodigal son's reply, Wang Qinghan still didn't stop there, and continued to pour out Yuyin:

"I hope that when you come to participate in this literati competition, you will participate as a literati."

After saying such a sentence, Wang Qinghan stopped talking, and everyone immediately understood the connotation in the words.

Didn't it mean who else could Shen Yan be talking about?

At this moment, Lian Qingqiu was still sitting on the prodigal son's lap, making people look intimate, and he didn't care at all that this was a literati competition, and it was a place where he should be more reserved.

Hearing Wang Qinghan's connotation, even if Lian Qingqiu rolled his eyes, his lips under the veil curled slightly, scolding this woman several times in his heart.

At the same time, I began to look forward to the way this woman would be slapped in the face after reading the poem written by her master.

Can't help snickering again.

The prodigal son looked a little confused?

Are you wondering how you provoked this woman?Because during the day he snatched the flute she wanted?

Or for what?

Then Wang Qinghan continued to read.

And he read it much faster, obviously he wanted to get the prodigal son's poem quickly, and then embarrass him and make him pay for his appearance.

Finally, after only a thin stack of paper remained, Wang Qinghan finally read the paper written by the prodigal son.

A look of relief flashed in the bottom of the eyes, Yushou picked up the paper of the prodigal son, looked at the prodigal son, and said in a louder voice than before:

"The next one is the poem written by Shen Yan."

After all, everyone is also looking forward to it, wanting to see what this guy who has finished the poem in a pot of tea can write.

Ye Fan was also a little curious, he didn't know that the prodigal son finished writing in 5 minutes.

But just because of the prodigal son's current appearance as a somewhat frivolous rich kid, it also made him a little curious, coupled with Wang Qinghan's deliberate connotation.

As for that guy, he looked devastated, with gloom on his face.

After deliberately telling everyone that what he was going to read next was the poem of the prodigal son, Wang Qinghan refocused his attention on the paper in his hand and continued to read.

"Title of the poem: Thoughts at a Quiet Night."

After reading the three words Jingyesi, Wang Qinghan was slightly startled, and the look of wanting to embarrass the prodigal son disappeared from his eyes.

For a while, a wave of self-doubt arose unexpectedly, wondering if I misunderstood him?

Did he really write it seriously?

Is it really a good poem in a good mood in less than 5 minutes?

This Jing Yesi also matched the feeling he had shown in his state at the beginning.

Not only him, but also everyone below, after hearing this very emotional and artistic title, they all felt a slight sense of anticipation.

Looking forward to the guy who wrote this poem before a pot of tea, what kind of lines did he write.

Thinking in everyone's mind, Wang Qinghan continued to move her beautiful eyes slightly down, looked at the first line of verse below, and began to read subconsciously.

"In front of the table...... Bright moonlight......"

When the first sentence is read, it seems that it is just an ordinary opening verse, and there is nothing amazing about it.

The people below also listened carefully.

The prodigal son, on the other hand, looked confident and put his arms around Lian Qingqiu.

Ye Fan's poems are certainly something, but I'm sorry, if I take out a Jingyesi, how should you respond?

"It's suspected to be frost on the ground..."

Wang Qinghan read the second sentence smoothly.

Another plain, unpretentious sentence.

"Looking up at the bright moon..."

Wang Qinghan read it earnestly, and the sullen look in his eyes has completely disappeared, because this poem is really full of artistic conception, just reading the first three sentences, it is definitely not written casually.

She realized that she misunderstood the prodigal son, and immediately felt a sense of guilt in her heart, but she immediately dismissed it, because what she had to do now was to read the poem in its entirety.

Her beautiful eyes continued to move down, looking at the next verse.

After seeing this line of verse, her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and a powerful artistic conception suddenly flooded into her mind, causing a feeling of longing to inexplicably surge in her heart.