poor family prodigal

This is the end of the first level!

As the order sounded, many people stopped writing.

In fact, at the beginning of this, the four old gentlemen had already seen it one after another, and they all understood the poems written by everyone. Naturally, the rankings of these twenty people were also revealed!

What surprised Wang Yuan was that among the twenty people, only three were from Lingzhou...

Wang Yuan can also understand this. After all, this Lingzhou has always been a barren land. It has always been in a corner. The people work hard to survive and have no time to read and write.

It's already good to have three people.

Although Wang Yuan was in charge of Lingzhou, he only had a few months. How could he push these people to push this poem to a big level?

Obviously impossible!

So Wang Yuan had arrived long ago!

The four old gentlemen discussed it at the side. The four of them had always been fair. After these twenty people said it, they came up with their poems and essays to play the match, which naturally convinced everyone!

"Twenty people have been decided. I wonder if the people in the audience have any objections?"

Wang Yuan spoke with a smile. When he heard this, the people below shook their heads, impressed by this talent!

They have learned poetry and prose, and naturally they also understand poetry and prose!

So this time the competition was extremely approved by them!

Wang Yuan smiled. The twenty people came up to the stage. Wang Yuan glanced at them all, only stopping slightly at the last person, this ugly-looking woman.

He was a little amazed in his heart, not because she looked ugly, but because Wang Yuan admired her talent.

"Since everyone has no objections, let's start the second level!"

"Change the poem!"

After Wang Yuan finished speaking, someone put the Four Treasures of the Study on the desks of these twenty people!

This level is about changing poems!

There are flaws in poetry and prose, and they can naturally be corrected!

The ability to change well and within seconds is what shows your talent!

Therefore, they all began to think about it, used their best skills, and began to think about what to write for this poem!

Others were hesitating, but the ugly girl immediately started writing!

Wang Yuan was very curious about this woman and couldn't help walking over.

Even the four old gentlemen are the same!

However, the moment he saw these two lines of poetry, Wang Yuan frowned!

Good poetry is good poetry!

But it’s too sad!

Too bleak!

'When will the green poplars and fragrant grass cease? The tears in my eyes and my heart have already stopped! ’

Just these fourteen words brought this melancholy to life on the page!

This artistic conception is unparalleled by others!

Wang Yuan nodded deeply and glanced at the woman. Although she was smiling, she was crying like she was parting from life or death at this poem!

"Pathetic! Shocking!"

"Not bad...a good poem!"

"Especially during these days of rest, it's so appropriate to break it off first!"

"I don't know what kind of situation I am in to write such emotion!"

The four old gentlemen were all amazed and couldn't believe this scene!

Wang Yuan couldn't help but look at the woman, who also looked at Wang Yuan and others.

"The little girl is making a fool of herself."

She smiled slightly and bowed. It was hard to imagine that she had written this poem!

"Did you write these two poems? Or did you...hear them from others?"

At this time, Wang Haitian couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, the ugly woman smiled and said, "It was the little girl who did it."

"A good poem, but too miserable. Although you are talented, it can be seen that you are unwilling to accept being born unfortunate."

"At my age, I have met a lot of people, children, so I have to look forward to everything!"

Wang Haitian sighed with emotion, and a hint of sympathy for this woman flashed in his heart.

Hearing this, the woman smiled.

"Thank you, old man. This junior has already figured out that this poem is nothing more than what it was originally written."

"If it's too sad, let me change it to another one."

As she spoke, the woman picked up her pen, put it down again, and two lines of poetry appeared on the paper again!

But this time, it's different!

These two poems have endless open-mindedness!

When people see it, they suddenly become enlightened!

‘The bamboo boat capsized by the waves, but it was like a cloudless sky thousands of miles away. ’

The moment these two lines of poetry fell down, several old gentlemen laughed.

"Hahaha, this is how young people should be open-minded!"

"The capsized bamboo boat seems to be in a hopeless situation, but it has the meaning of vast seas and sky, which is indeed extraordinary!"

"As the saying goes, seeing mountains is mountains, clouds are clouds, luck is luck, desolation is desolation. My child, you are so open-minded and admirable!"

These two poems are simple. Although simple, you can still feel the difference in her mood!

The bamboo boat capsized under the endless waves. Although the boat was destroyed, it gained the endless ocean of thousands of miles!

In this sea, it's like you have your own piece of sky!

Wang Yuan also laughed and was filled with admiration in his heart!

The ugly woman wrote two pairs of poems, and others followed suit.

The game continues naturally.

There are only two lines of this woman's poem that no one can change!

Whether it's the sad poem of the first one or the open-minded sentence of the second one!

No one can change it!

When they saw this poem, they praised it extremely!

Wang Yuan looked at the woman with a smile and couldn't help but ask: "Don't you know the girl's name?"

The woman was very happy, looked at Wang Yuan and said, "Little girl, Qianlong."

"Qianlong..."

Wang Yuan smiled and said, "Qian Shangjun, a stranger, has a delicate heart and a handsome heart. What a good name!"

Qianlong smiled and bowed deeply to Wang Yuanshen again.

"Young Master Wang is laughing at you."

Wang Yuan hurriedly waved his hand and asked, "Miss Qianlong, do you know where you are from?"

After saying this, Qianlong blinked. You know, if you ask where she is from, most people can easily answer it.

But she...

"That...little girl is...is...from Lingzhou."

Her answer was a little hesitant, which made Wang Yuan confused.

"Lingzhou? Really, you're not lying?"

Hearing this, a trace of haste flashed across Qianlong's pretty face before she responded.

"My little girl is wandering around freely, and she doesn't know where she belongs..."

After she finished speaking, Wang Yuan took a deep breath and spoke again: "I wonder...do you have a family now?"

After asking this question, Qianlong shook his head hurriedly.

"Now...it's not like I have a home."

Hearing this, Wang Yuan sighed. This woman is ugly. Although she is talented, in this era, it is a virtue for a woman to have no talent, so I am afraid that her life will not be easy.

"If you don't mind, after the poetry meeting is over, come home with me. There are three ladies in my family who all like poetry. Knowing that you are so talented, they will definitely like you very much."

Qianlong blinked and nodded.

"Thank you so much, sir, then... the little girl is more respectful than obeying your orders."

Wang Yuan smiled and said, "I believe you will like it there."

After saying this, Wang Yuan walked to the other people's table and looked at other people's poems.

But he didn't know that Qianlong looked at Wang Yuan with a strange look in his eyes!