The Reborn Noble Daughter

Chapter 64 64. Amazing Talent

Seeing that he was silent, Yin Canwen looked at the master in the academy, thinking that he was worried that their relationship would be criticized, so he comforted him with kind words, "Second Young Master, don't worry, you are talented and will definitely stand out."

Feng Jinlin's eyes flashed, as bright as stars, and he laughed while looking at Yin Canwen.

"Brother Yin, you're welcome. If I compete with others, I won't lose. But if I compete with you, then I'd better accept the defeat to avoid embarrassment, hahaha."

The sound of laughter attracted the surrounding students. Their eyes looked at Yin Canwen with jealousy, admiration, admiration, or disgust...but none of them were as clear as Feng Er's eyes.

Yin Canwen smiled bitterly, he would actually build momentum for himself.

Bai Siruo was caught by Feng Er as soon as he arrived. He made a face while no one was paying attention. Feng Er's handsome face was so angry that it was a bit distorted.

On the other hand, Feng Jinyao, who was standing next to him, gave Feng Er a deep look and reminded him that it would be better to stay out of the limelight at this time.

The Yangchun Poetry Society may sound like a competition before spring, but secretly there are hidden things going on. If she hadn't accidentally bumped into the Wen family and his son discussing this matter in her last life, she would have been kept in the dark like everyone else. Here.

Feng Er has a deep love for her brother and sister, and he can understand the meaning in her eyes without using any words.

He doesn't like to join in the fun anyway, so he should leave the opportunity to those students from poor backgrounds, they need more recognition.

Not far away, Wen Mengsheng and his cousin Wen Xinglu stood among the students, somewhat standing out from the crowd.

After all, Wen Mengsheng was the son of a minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. He had grown up in the eastern capital city and had a particularly dignified temperament.

Wen Xinglu, who was standing next to him, was not bad either. Although his features were not as outstanding as Wen Mengsheng's, he still had a bit more of a young master's aura than ordinary people.

Feng Jinyao remembered him. This cousin was a prostitute in his previous life, and his knowledge was not adulterated.

Therefore, today, although he often talks modestly and politely to the students around him, his eyes clearly reveal the imperative to win.

Bai Chaohe saw that almost everyone had arrived, so he consciously took charge of the scene.

"Everyone, everyone, calm down and listen to me."

His voice was not as rich as the military commander's, but it had an unquestionable tone. Everyone present had heard of Shiro Soshiro's name, so they admired him very much and naturally obeyed his orders.

No one made any noise, and they listened quietly to Bai Chaohe's words.

"Since the late emperor, the Yangchun Poetry Society has appeared in our dynasty. You and others gathered here today to build momentum for next year's spring. In this case, it is best to show your talents without reservation."

As soon as he finished speaking, many students could see excitement shining in their eyes, looking at Bai Shiro as if they were looking at a god in heaven.

Bai Chaohe took a look and saw that there were many familiar faces. It seemed that the competition for the top three this year would be fierce.

Everyone looked at the respected Academician Lu, waiting for him to reveal the theme of this competition.

He raised his hand and touched the grayish-white beard on his chin, already having a plan in mind.

"Everyone, the snow came late this year. I see that the snow in the mountains has filled the sky with beautiful colors. How about we use the first snow as the theme?"

As soon as this topic came up, most people were gearing up.

It is not difficult to use snow as the theme, but it is precisely because of this simplicity that the poems written are easy to fall short, and it is even more difficult to stand out.

"Based on one stick of incense, I will wait here for your masterpieces." The slightly fat Academician Xing said cheerfully.

A stick of incense would be a bit difficult to compose on the spot, so most people used poems they had written in the past to compose it. Although it was a bit stiff, it could barely match the theme.

Feng Er had been warned early and did not dare to show off, so he randomly picked a sentence that fit the theme, put it on the paper, and quickly handed it in.

Uncle Bai gave him a hopeful look. Although Feng Jinlin was a little arrogant, he was very talented and was ranked among the best men in the city of Dongdu. His words and phrases must be unique.

Unfortunately, after he finished reading the words on the paper, his brows furrowed and his expression became worried.

The look in Feng Er's eyes was a little more suspicious, what was this kid doing?

This poem is not as good as what he wrote casually while drunk. Is this a deliberate attempt to hide his clumsiness?

"I have heard about Second Master Feng's name a long time ago. Today I will let you take a look at this young man's talents."

Academician Lu took the paper and looked at it, and the smile on his originally cheerful face instantly solidified.

That's it?

It was barely neat, and the theme was about Chu Xue, but the poetry in it was gone. The other two academicians took a look at it and shook their heads.

Due to his feelings, he didn't express too much. He just said, "It needs to be improved." Then he looked at other people's works.

Feng Er helplessly spread his hands, and looked at Uncle Bai Si, indicating that this was not what he wanted to do, but that the two pairs of eyes behind him were staring closely at him, and he did not dare to make any mistakes.

Uncle Bai couldn't laugh or cry. He had already experienced the power of the two giant Buddhas behind them.

Feng Er handed in the paper, feeling relieved in vain. He turned to look at Yin Canwen, and saw that he had a plan in mind, started writing, and quickly wrote verses on the paper.

Feng Er looked at it with great appreciation, clasped his fists and said.

"Brother Yin is amazingly talented. It's really a blessing for me to get to know you, Feng."

What he said was sincere, without any airs of a young master from aristocratic family, nor any hypocritical politeness. Yin Canwen also clasped his fists and retorted, "It's just a small trick. Brother Feng is so complimentary."

When the paper was handed over to the four academicians, Academician Lu muttered a few words.

No profit, no fame, no honor, no shame, no worries.

In front of the night light, sing and drink alone, chant and laugh alone.

The mountains are covered with snow for the first time, and the moon is shining brightly.

How about pretending to be a hundred years old? Let him grow old.

Who can protect wealth and honor? Know when the merits are due.

Count the baskets, ladles, gold and jade, how much will be fought over.

A moment of time is nothing, but it is never too early to think about happiness.

When spring comes, the east wind carries the wine and sleeps on the fragrant grass.

"Okay, okay, what a good sentence. Who can protect wealth and honor? Who can protect merit and deeds? This kind of heart and mind are beyond the reach of even me. The next generation is to be feared, and the next generation is to be feared!"

Taking the first snow as a guide and setting their own aspirations, such talents deserve to be number one.

"I have long heard that Yunqi Academy has a talented and knowledgeable student this year. It seems that he is talking about you."

Academician Lu cherishes talented people the most. Although he has never met him, this poem is already an unprecedented masterpiece. Looking at other papers, even if there are other masterpieces later, they cannot surpass this, which is slightly obvious. Poor talent.

"The academician is so complimentary."

There was no hint of pride in his talent when he spoke, but there was also no hint of being humble or petty. Academician Lu couldn't help but like him even more when he saw his peaceful and honest temperament.

Looking at each other with the other three people, everyone looked at Yin Canwen with admiration. He said bluntly that he was just like his name, and his articles were as brilliant as the sun and the moon.

Wen Xinglu's poetry is not bad either, but unfortunately, he loses in his open-mindedness.

The poems in this chapter are quoted from "Manjianghong: Wuli Wuming", written by Zhang Sheng in the Song Dynasty. I hope you know it.