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After a long silence on the stage, Jiang Yue slowly expressed his creative mood.

Her tone was a little stiff: "It was one night, I felt it after seeing the moon."

There's nothing wrong with that statement, but it's not brilliant either.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, and someone wanted to ask further questions, but Jiang Yao stopped her.

"Since it is confirmed that the ranking is correct, let's start the next round."

After Jiang Yao spoke, it was difficult for other people who wanted to ask questions to continue.

But others could see that Jiang Yao was favoring Jiang Yue.

On the contrary, Jiang Yue was relieved because Jiang Yao spoke to save the scene, and her feelings towards Jiang Yao were not so contradictory.

Soon the second round of competition began, and that was poetry.

According to a poem given by the organizer, give the next sentence.

This question is not difficult for people with a foundation in literature, but it is a bit difficult for Jiang Yue who can only recite poems.

She knew the beginning and end of those verses, but if she spliced ​​them indiscriminately, she couldn't match the end.

So she got a good ranking in the first round, and she directly got the lowest score in the second round.

Jiang Yao is still the steady No.1. Every time she gives a poem, she can answer it in just a few breaths. The antithesis is neat and the rhyme is neat, which makes people have to admire.

The second place is still Xiao Che. At the same time, he is only one line behind Jiang Yao, so there is real material.

As for Jiang Yue, who was still under the spotlight just now, she did nothing this round, which brought many people's views on her back to the beginning.

They even suspected that Jiang Yao helped Jiang Yue compose the first round of poems, otherwise why did Jiang Yao prevent others from asking Jiang Yue?

It seems that Jiang Yue is indeed an idiot, who can't even do this pair of poems.

Jiang Yue also noticed the gazes of other people, and she was annoyed when she saw the faint sarcasm in their eyes.

If it weren't for this pair of poems like the idiom Solitaire, this group of people really couldn't compare to her!

Isn't it just some literati who can only write poor poems?Why look down on her?

The more Jiang Yue was looked down upon by this group of people, the more obvious the sense of superiority of modern people in her heart became.

The third round is the round that determines the final score.

"In this round, we ask everyone to write an article that memorizes the font. It will take two hours. When the gong sounds, the competition will begin."

After the person in charge of the venue said this, the boy and the maid stepped forward and separated everyone with a small screen.

A quarter of an hour later, the gong sounded.

Jiang Yao pondered for a moment, then raised her hand and began to write quickly.

Jiang Yue pondered for a long time, what is an article that memorized fonts, and finally vaguely remembered that among the ancient poems she had memorized, there were articles that ended with memorization.

If that was the case, Jiang Yue finally picked up the pen and paper.

Two hours is too long for Jiang Yao, she has already written an article with the theme of today's poetry meeting.

She placed her answer sheet in the upper left corner, and sat there drinking tea.

Seeing that Jiang Yao had finished the essay, the person in charge of the venue quietly stepped forward and asked, "Miss Jiang, if you have finished, then we will submit your answer sheet, and you go to the side room to rest first?"

Jiang Yao thought for a moment, nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you, I will trouble you then."

Seeing that Jiang Yao agreed, the person in charge of the venue smiled happily, took Jiang Yao's answer sheet with both hands and went to the back room. The maid also led the way and brought Jiang Yao into the guest room.

There are two rooms, one for men and the other for women.

Jiang Yao sat on that chair and closed her eyes to meditate. Xiao Yu was gently kneading her fingers, and said in a somewhat resentful tone:

"Eldest Miss, why are you spoiling Second Miss? She didn't study in school since she was a child. Who knows what method she used to get No.3 in the first round of competition."

"If it is revealed that she is a ghostwriter, it will be embarrassing..."

Xiaoyu's words were interrupted by Jiang Yao's raised hand.

Jiang Yao's hands are slender and fair, and because of her poor health, there are clearly visible blue blood vessels on the back of her hands.

"Okay, don't need to say more." Jiang Yao said in a flat tone without opening her eyes, "Even you and I have no evidence for this, so don't tarnish the second sister's reputation out of thin air."

Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but seeing Jiang Yao's appearance, he stopped talking.

One after another, other official women also entered the wing.

When the second person came in, Jiang Yao had already opened her eyes, assuming the appearance of that noble lady.

Naturally, other official women always want to get close to Jiang Yao, and this opportunity is only available to those who are close.

So when Jiang Yue came in, she saw another group of official girls surrounding Jiang Yao, making friends with her.

And when she went in, except for a few servants who looked at her and saluted, no one in the official family took her seriously.

Jiang Yue felt a little depressed when she thought of this, she snorted coldly and sat on the chair, looked at the group of people, and thought: After the third round of results came out, this group of people will know that she is not someone who is waiting for nothing up.

If Jiang Yao knew what she was thinking, she would laugh at her, stealing other people's things so confidently is really funny.

In the memory of the original owner, no one can expose Jiang Yue's lies. Everyone respects her as the most talented woman in the capital, and they don't think about why Jiang Yue's poems, whether it is emotions or everything described in the poems, come from where. here.

Jiang Yao took a sip of tea, it doesn't matter, after this poetry conference is over, she will publish a collection of poems, so that Jiang Yue can no longer use these lines to bluff.

Thinking about it, there was a coldness in her eyes.

If Jiang Yue stopped bluffing and deceiving, these verses would have no effect on her.

Jiang Yao didn't plan to include today's Jiang Yue's poems in the poetry anthology, it was a warning to Jiang Yue, and she also wanted to see if Jiang Yue would die like this.

If Jiang Yue knew that there was another modern person in this time and space, she would naturally have a lot of concerns in doing things. After all, she is no longer the most special one. If there is another person who knows the basics, everything she does now is plagiarism.

Soon, two hours passed.

The person in charge of the venue quickly announced the results of the game.

He started reading according to the last name, and Jiang Yue's name was not in the list at all.

"No.3 in this competition is Young Master Xiao Che..."

The name of No.3 stunned the others. Is there another person on the field who has stronger literary skills than Xiao Che?

They knew that Jiang Yao must be in the top three, but they did not expect that Xiao Che would fall to No.3.

Jiang Yue was in the crowd, her eyes full of pride.

She chose "Yueyang Tower" this time. With the thinking of this group of ancients, it is impossible to write such a wonderful article!