majestic tiger

Chapter 759 Judgment
Peixiu, who had seen Yunxia's poem a long time ago and was already amazed, calmed down now. Anyway, it is very unlikely that Yunxia's poem will be surpassed.And her task of preventing Yun Hui from cheating has also been completed, now it's time to go and see Mr. Shen, and I don't know how Mr. Shen's poems are?

So she glanced at Hanxiang, picked up the teapot, and came out around the screen.

Seeing that the princess was gone, Han Xiang also retreated from the opposite side.

The two walked towards the front of the hall.

Then the second person stood up and recited his poem. Compared with Yunxia, ​​the second poem is really mediocre.

Several judges behind the screen shook their heads one after another, and they just came out of the surprise of the first poem, and they were not quite used to it yet.

Pei Xiu saw Shen Weibai, walked over quickly, and stood behind his table, while Hanxiang stood opposite with her head bowed.

The Shen brothers had their own thoughts at the moment, and Shen Weixuan was not very happy when he compared the poems written by his sixth brother with his own.He felt that Liudi's own poems were better.Shen Weixuan, who was extremely selfish, didn't even think about asking his sixth brother to help him write poems. He took advantage of it, and he should be grateful. Instead, he wanted to surpass his sixth brother and surpass his sixth brother who actually wrote poems.It is really too greedy and too narrow.

Shen Weilan is much better than him, she only thinks that the sixth younger brother will do what he says, and helped him write a poem, and he is very grateful.What he has to do right now is to memorize the poems and understand them thoroughly, so he is immersed in the poems at the moment.

Shen Weibai was thinking about Yunxia's poems, and a few short poems flashed over and over in his mind.

Because the elder brother and the fifth brother were both there, he didn't show any joy after hearing Yunxia's poems. Although he praised repeatedly in his heart, he couldn't show it on his face.

Fortunately, my inner world can still applaud Yunxia.This poem is really different, there are no gorgeous words, or even simple and straightforward questions, but after careful consideration, these two questions can trigger deep thinking.

He is a person who often plays the piano, but he has never asked himself these two questions, but Yunxia thought of it.Does she want to tell everyone that everything in the world happens for a reason?All karma and fate meet, and everything complements each other.Without a qin, one cannot play beautiful music; with a qin, one cannot hear the sound of a qin without the fingers of a qin player plucking the strings.

This question can be postponed, Shen Weibai thought about the matter between him and Yunxia.

If I use this question as an example, the fate between myself and Yunxia is also very wonderful.Although we are in love with each other, the elders on both sides are like a mountain between us.If we don't cross this mountain, we won't have good results; but if I don't become stronger and control the power, even if I cross the mountain, there will be no good results.

So the most important thing, and what I have to work hard for, is to win the power and make my own decisions.

Yunxia never expected that the poem she borrowed from Mr. Dongpo would be interpreted in this way by Shen Weibai.If she knew, should she cry or laugh?

At this time, a young eunuch rushed to the cases of the Shen brothers and signaled Shen Weilan to read aloud.

Shen Weilan, who had memorized all the poems by heart, couldn't hide her joy and nodded in agreement, and waited for the person who was reciting to finish reading, then stood up, saluted the empress, and then read the poem aloud.

The old pedant who had been shaking his head after listening to several poems did not shake his head this time.

"Brother Zhou, this song is not bad."

The gray-bearded old man nodded in agreement.

The other two each wrote down two poems, and the middle-aged man copied them on a piece of paper and put them in a corner of the table.

The piece of paper that had been lying alone in the corner finally ushered in another piece of paper of its kind.Two sheets are side by side, pressed with paper.Look carefully, there are characters on the paperweight, the first piece of paper copied Yunxia's poem, the character on the paperweight is a character A; the second piece of paper copied Shen Weilan's poem, the paperweight is a character B ; There is also a paperweight without pressing paper, with the character C on it.

It turns out that the judges have already classified the poems initially, and they think that the best poems are placed in the first class; the satisfactory and passable poems are placed in the second class and the third class respectively.Finally, the best of each class is selected.

The top names that have been screened through layers are naturally the best.

At present, Yunxia's poems are obviously the most well-deserved names in their hearts.

The poems read by Shen Weilan and Shen Weibai also satisfied them, so they were placed in the second class.

None of the poems read next were shortlisted, and the small space was visibly silent.

Until Ju Lian read his poem, the eyes of several people lit up, this poem is also very good.The old pedant hurriedly asked the middle-aged man to copy it down.

After transcribing, several people discussed it, and finally decided to put Ju Lian's poem in the first class.

"Brother Zhou, what do you think of this poem compared to the first one?"

The old man with white hair and beard twisted his beard and pondered for a moment, pointing to Yunxia's poem and said that he thought this one was slightly better.The two old gentlemen immediately agreed, and the middle-aged man only followed his teacher's lead, and what the teacher said was right; besides, he also thought the first poem was the best.

The old pedant clapped his hands and smiled and said, "Then we all agree." Then he pointed to Yunxia's poem and continued: "As expected, this poem is the first one today, and the second one just now is the second one. .”

The middle-aged man reached out for Shen Weilan's poem and replied: "This one is the third."

Brother Zhou, whom the old pedant called, shook his head, and said to the middle-aged man, "We'll have to look at the third one."

In the end, everyone finished reading the poems, and several people discussed intensively for a while before deciding on the final result.

Yun Xia's poems were firmly ranked No. 2 without any suspense, Ju Lian won No. 3, and Shen Weixuan's poems took No. [-].Shen Weibai and Shen Weilan ranked fourth and fifth respectively.Although the Shen brothers didn't get the top three, but all three brothers won the award, and they also made a big splash at the next awards ceremony.

As for Yun Hui's poems, they are completely like a big stone thrown into the river, plopping and sinking to the bottom of the river with several plops.

The thumping sound already explained everything, but it just didn't work!

"Then I'll go out and report to the empress." The old man with white beard and hair confirmed with everyone for the last time. Seeing that everyone had no objections, he straightened his clothes, put on his hat, opened the screen and walked towards the center of the hall.

After bowing to the ceremony, the Empress smiled and said, "Since the result has been released, Mr. Zhou will present it, and match the name of the author of the poem with Eunuch Jing, and I will reward you based on the rank."

Mr. Zhou replied with a smile: "I would like to follow the empress's phoenix metaphor. I also want to say congratulations to the emperor and the empress. The quality of this year's poem is better than previous years. It is a great thing that I have produced a large number of talents!"

The queen also listened carefully to the poem just now, and she agrees with Mr. Zhou's opinion. Now she is even happier after listening to his words.

(End of this chapter)