Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

The level of those young men who closely surrounded the prince was really disappointing, but their fawning hearts were clearly revealed.

These people were bent on currying favor with the prince in an attempt to gain some benefits from it.

Xiuqi saw this clearly in his heart, like a mirror.

He slightly turned sideways and skillfully walked around the large tree with lush branches and leaves in front of him. Without stopping his steps, he walked steadily in the direction of the tree where the next painting was hung.

There are three paintings on display this time, and Xiuqi wrote a poem carefully for each painting.

He couldn't help but feel a little curious and uneasy, and wanted to find out how he was better than the other teenagers present, and what level of talent and ability he had demonstrated was at?

The poetry session had just concluded, and the much-anticipated painting competition was about to begin.

This competition is unique and its rules are distinctive and interesting: contestants need to create a painting based on a given ancient poem.

In order to ensure fairness and avoid being accused of cheating and favoring her own son, Yun Xi carefully prepared more than a dozen ancient poems with different styles and themes, and then the contestants drew one of them.

After more than a dozen poems were unfolded for everyone to see, they were rolled up one by one and put into a large bamboo tube.

Xiao Chenyi walked to the center of the venue, looked around, and then randomly selected a young man with a relatively kind face.

The young man walked forward under everyone's gaze, looking a little nervous but still unable to hide his excitement. He took a deep breath and reached out to take a poem from the bamboo tube filled with poems.

Xiao Chenyi nodded and motioned for him to open it.

It was the young man's first time standing next to the emperor. He was so nervous that his face turned red. He opened the rolled-up poem with trembling hands and almost dropped it on the ground by accident, causing everyone to laugh.

After the boy opened it, he tremblingly read:

"Out of the Frontier"

The chestnut horse is newly equipped with a white jade saddle, and the moonlight is cold after the battle on the battlefield.

The sound of iron drums at the top of the city is still vibrating, and the blood of the golden sword in the box is still wet. "

(From "Two Frontier Poems, No. 2" by Wang Changling)

Xiao Chenyi raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes. He really didn't expect that he would choose this poem.

You should know that this poem was provided by him!

As a veteran of many battles, Xiao Chenyi could never erase the cruel scenes brought by war from his mind.

Now that he was in the imperial court, Xiao Chenyi felt extremely annoyed every day when he saw those well-mannered and eloquent ministers arguing and scheming against each other over trivial matters.

How can these ministers, who are immersed in power struggles and verbal disputes all day long, truly understand the hardships experienced by those soldiers who risk their lives to defend their country?

Therefore, Xiao Chenyi specially selected this poem, hoping to take this opportunity to let those pampered ministers experience firsthand the life of the soldiers on the battlefield and the difficulties and dangers they encountered during marching and fighting.

After all, only by experiencing it personally can one understand how hard peace is to come by and how to cherish the peaceful times ahead.

This poem is one of his few favorite works. It carries Xiao Chenyi's memories of the past years and his deep respect and nostalgia for his comrades.

There is no doubt that this poem, which aims to depict a battlefield scene, is not friendly to most young children.

After all, most of these young people have never personally been to a battlefield ravaged by war and lack that kind of unforgettable personal experience.

Due to the lack of such direct feelings and experiences, it is almost impossible to perfectly present the charm and essence of the painting in a painting, and naturally it is difficult to touch the softest corner deep in people's hearts.

Such a unique competition format is not just a severe test of the painting skills of every young participant.

Its more important significance lies in that it requires these young contestants to deeply understand the profound connotation and core essence of the poems, accurately grasp the beautiful and fascinating artistic conception carefully created by the poet with words, and be able to use the brush in their hands to show all of this vividly in a lifelike and vivid way.

Only by truly achieving the above aspects can you stand out in this fierce competition and win everyone's praise and recognition.

As he expected, the teenagers in the field were all stunned.

When they learn to paint, they usually paint romantic scenes. When have they ever painted scenes of a cruel battlefield?

Everyone looked at each other and felt that everyone was in the same boat, so they felt a little relieved.

For a moment, the stadium was silent, and the only sound was the slight sound of the brush rubbing against the paper.

Time passed quietly, and the stipulated painting time was gone in a flash. The palace servants filed in one after another, skillfully and gently collecting the finished works of the young men one by one, and presented them to the judges in charge of scoring, accepting their professional and strict scrutiny and judgment.

Once the paintings are taken away, it’s time for a policy essay competition.

The topic of the policy essay was to be proposed by several ministers, and then any young man would draw a question...

Once the teenagers saw a few alternative policy essay questions, they were no longer nervous.

This is pretty much the same as what they usually learn.

Topics they usually hear the teacher talk about in his lectures include "On the causes of order and chaos in ancient and modern times", "On the strategies for enriching the country and strengthening the army", "On the relationship between the method of selecting talents and the rise and fall of a country", and the more targeted "Strategies for flood control", etc.

The young men all hoped to draw the one about “the relationship between talents, selection methods and the rise and fall of a country”, because they all felt that they were talented and hoped to be chosen by the emperor.

This time, the boy who drew the lot was a different person, a boy who volunteered to squeeze in.

This man was a tall, rough-looking, courageous young man. He did not take the money immediately after going up to him, but buried his head in picking and choosing in the bamboo tube.

"You go down!" Xiao Chenyi couldn't help but frown.

Whose child is this? How can he be so ignorant?

The man hurriedly grabbed a paper roll and was about to open it.

"Sir, please put it down." The eunuch next to him stepped forward with a dark face to stop him.

The emperor has asked you to leave, so what are you still standing here for?

Whose child is this? So stupid!

On one side of the garden, there is a row of snacks and tea for the young people to use at any time.

The game lasted for two hours before it ended.

The few people who were appointed to mark the answers worked hard for a whole afternoon and finally came to a conclusion.

The winner was Master Li.