The legitimate daughter returns, and the princess goes crazy

Time flies, and soon it is the day of the famous wine banquet.

Although the famous wine banquet does not prohibit women from participating, there is a wine tasting event in the competition. Women cannot drink as much as men in front of outsiders, so no woman has signed up to participate so far.

"My fair lady, a gentleman likes to be brave."

With a snap, the fan in Mu Yan's hand closed.

"Miss, you are so handsome."

Mu Yan lifted Bai Lu's chin with her fan and said, "How about I marry you?"

"Miss, you are teasing me again." Bai Lu's face suddenly turned red to her ears.

In order to make things easier, Mu Yan specially combed her hair today and asked Bai Lu to make a set of suitable men's clothes for her.

Mu Yan has a tall figure, so there is nothing wrong with her dressing as a man.

"Okay, I'm going out. If anyone wants to see me, just tell them I have a cold and can't meet anyone."

After explaining everything, Mu Yan tapped the floor with his feet and climbed over the wall to get out.

The famous wine banquet was held at Qianzui Villa, which is located on a mountain in the suburbs of Beijing, surrounded by mountains and shrouded in mist.

The wine is embedded between the mountains and rivers, and it is a great place for scholars and poets to drink and write poetry.

After Mu Yan handed the invitation to the doorman, she entered the villa. The whole villa was filled with flowing wine and winding water, and the environment was fresh and elegant. The candlesticks and pavilions were all made of bamboo. The fragrance of the bamboo itself, coupled with the aroma of the wine, made people feel relaxed and happy.

The servant led Mu Yan to a huge courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard there was a large pavilion made of bamboo. That should be the place for the official competition. Behind the pavilion was a waterfall, which meandered beside the bamboo pavilion, forming a crescent-shaped lake spring.

In front of the bamboo pavilion, where Mu Yan was, there were all the talented contestants. Three or five of them gathered in groups, and the seats were all occupied. It seemed that the promotion of this banquet was very successful.

A familiar face came towards them, and Han Feng whispered in Mu Yan's ear, "Master Mu..., I checked the list of all contestants, and Feng Wuxin's name is not on it."

Mu Yan was stunned and frowned slightly. With such a great temptation, there was no reason for the master not to come.

Unless he is distracted by something extremely important.

Or, he changed his name and competed.

"Let's wait and see what happens."

"Okay!" In order to avoid being noticed, the cold wind did not stay for long.

At this moment, the voice of the owner of Qianzui Villa sounded, pointing at the fifteen red curtains behind, which were covered by black cloth: "There are three levels in this famous wine banquet, and this is the first level."

"I have collected many first lines of couplets over the years, but unfortunately I am not very knowledgeable and have not been able to come up with a second line. If anyone can come up with ten second lines within the time of one stick of incense, it will be considered a success."

Those who dared to come here to participate in the competition all claimed to be talented, so they were all eager to try, and Mu Yan also stood up without hesitation.

A pile of desks were placed in the middle of the bamboo platform, and each desk was separated by a screen to prevent anyone from peeking. The contestants found an empty seat and sat down, concentrating on the couplets.

The judges were stationed on both sides of the bamboo pavilion. They were all contemporary masters of poetry and came to judge whether the second line of the couplet passed the test.

clang--

As the gong sounded nearby, the black cloth fell off, revealing the fifteen couplets.

Many people frowned after seeing the couplets. These first couplets are indeed more difficult than imagined. The second couplet must not only be neat, but also have to be clever in contrast. Otherwise, even if it is barely matched, it will be considered a failure if it is not smooth.

Composing couplets was not a difficult task for Mu Yan, as her master was not only an excellent doctor, but also well versed in poetry and couplets.

Under the influence of his master, Mu Yan also gained a deeper understanding of this.

The first couplet is "Guanyin Mountain, Guanyin Water."

The first couplet is relatively simple, and many people picked up their pens and wrote it. Mu Yan also wrote on the paper "Reclining Buddha Hall, Reclining Hall Heaven."

After it is finished writing, a servant will take the second line away and give it to the judges for review. If it passes, it will be circled in red and sent back by the servant. If the second line is unsatisfactory, it will be thrown away directly.

After a stick of incense is over, the servant will count the number, and those contestants who have more than ten couplets left will be considered to have passed the level successfully.

"Good couplet." An old man with gray beard looked at Mu Yan's couplet and nodded, then picked up a pen and drew a big red circle in the blank space.

Seeing that the first couplet was passed, Mu Yan's eyes immediately turned to the second couplet: The world is governed by the latitude and longitude, the world is governed by the latitude and longitude, and one nine mountains and rivers plan for half of the pieces.

"What a great couplet, it's really magnificent." A contestant nearby couldn't help but exclaim.

The brilliance of this couplet lies not only in the use of reversed and sequential words, but also in the matching of the domineering nature of the previous couplet, otherwise it will inevitably not be able to suppress the momentum.

Mu Yan lowered his head and thought for a moment, then picked up the pen and wrote: "Traveling across the four seas, traversing the four seas, three thousand mists and rains to live my life."

"What a crazy couplet."

The judges had different opinions on Mu Yan's couplet. Some judges felt that Mu Yan was very young and this couplet was too arrogant, while others thought that young people should be more frivolous and have more energy.

In the end, the minority obeyed the majority and the judges circled Mu Yan's second line in red.

Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief. After she finished writing the couplet, she did feel that it was too overbearing, but she had no regrets and submitted it anyway.

The third couplet is a seven-character quatrain: A lone sail on the rippling water, fishing in the snow, with the cold frost still spreading across the steps.