After divorcing my ex-husband, I became the princess of the county

Chapter 123
Lu Wanzhi said: "I didn't promise you!"

Zhao Heng frowned and said: "How can you play tricks? If you play tricks now, I won't call you Lu Xiaoya, but Lu Xiaoliar!"

Lu Wanzhi said helplessly: "I really didn't agree to you, but if you can win the first two games after a while, I will kiss you."

Zhao Heng said: "Really?"

Lu Wanzhi nodded and said, "Really."

Zhao Heng raised his brows with joy, and returned to the stage. He suddenly remembered that besides the calligraphy competition, there will be poetry later on. He is very confident when it comes to calligraphy, but when it comes to poetry...

Isn't he just going to be at the bottom?

Zhao Heng looked at Lu Wanzhi who was smiling over there, and she was fooling herself again, no wonder she agreed.

At the beginning of the calligraphy competition, all the students were writing vigorously on the stage.

The scholars watching the excitement all said, "It would be great if I could see Dean Pei Qin write a picture today."

"His apprentice's handwriting is also excellent, and Wantao Academy will definitely win the championship later."

"However, even if Wantao Academy wins in calligraphy, it has to win in poetry in order to surpass Qinglan Academy and become the No. [-] Academy in Dasheng."

"Qinglan Academy has students like the dandy Xiaojun Wang, and it can still be called the No. [-] Academy of Dasheng, but it is really not worth it."

"That is, the arithmetic problem just now should be due to the luck of the little county king. In the four competitions in the morning, he was at the bottom of three. It can be seen that Qinglan Academy is not worthy of its name."

When the scholars were laughing one after another, they all fell silent when they saw the words displayed on the stage.

Although it is far away, one can see at a glance which of the 21 characters is the best.

Pei Qin went up to look at Zhao Heng's handwriting, and sighed more and more. Looking at Zhao Heng's eyes, he was more and more determined to win. Such a good calligrapher should not be delayed by Lu Wanzhi.

"Chu Xiaojun Wang's words really make us ashamed."

After noon, there were many honorable families watching the game, King Jin and Sun Ke were among them. Seeing Pei Qin praise the little county king so much, the two of them almost gritted their back molars with hatred.

His Majesty smiled and said: "Master Pei, don't praise Heng'er, his handwriting can't compare to yours."

Pei Qin cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, Xiaojun Wang's handwriting is excellent, but it can be seen that he doesn't practice much on weekdays. If he can practice calligraphy for an hour or two every day starting from today, it will take less than three years. His words will surely be handed down for hundreds of generations."

Hearing this, His Majesty laughed and said, "Heng'er really has such abilities?"

Pei Qin said: "Yes."

Hearing that the calligraphers praised Zhao Heng so much, both the Queen Mother and the Empress felt honored, and the Empress thought that it was fortunate that Zhao Heng was often asked to copy Buddhist scriptures, so that his calligraphy was still excellent.

With such praise from Pei Qin, Zhao Heng won the first place in the calligraphy competition.

The last competition was poetry writing. Lu Wanzhi originally thought that it was a matter of writing poems based on titles to decide who wrote the best poems, but she did not expect that the so-called poetry writing competition was actually Feihualing.

The 21 people took turns to say the poems with flowers, and they could only be the poems with provenance recorded in the books.

Hearing this rule, Lu Wanzhi couldn't help asking Mei Fang, "Fifth Cousin, shouldn't the students compose poems for this competition? How could there be such a rule?"

Mei Fang smiled and said: "Cousin Lu, if it is a competition to write poems by yourself, it is difficult to judge which one's poems are better. Everyone has their own favorites, but if the poems are flying, it shows that these students have reserves for poems. "

Pei Qin said from the side: "Miss Lu, can you see how despicable your fifth cousin is? How can there be as many ancient books recording poems as their Mei family's? This time, Meihu Academy must have won. .”

Lu Wanzhi looked at Zhao Heng on the stage, thinking that this might not be the case, last time Zhao Heng read all the poems and books in Qinglan Academy's library in order to please her mother, maybe he has memorized them all.

Although Zhao Hengxu didn't know the meaning of this, but if it was only the number of verses, he might really win!

When Lu Wanzhi heard this, Qinglan Academy won't be as happy as Dasheng No. [-] Academy...

Lu Wanzhi looked at the light in Zhao Heng's eyes on the stage, and only wanted to go back to the past, and refused to agree to his kiss.

"Recipe, Shining……"

"Meixu is three points less white than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum."

"I want to wet my clothes with the rain of apricot flowers, and the willow wind blows my face without being cold."

All the students on the stage spoke verses they knew, and after about a quarter of an hour, only six of the 21 students remained on the stage.

After another quarter of an hour, there were only four people left on the stage, Shen Luozhi, a student from Meihu Academy and Wantao Academy, and Zhao Heng.

Seeing that Zhao Heng was still there, everyone was even more surprised.

Only the members of the royal family were not surprised at all, and were very honored, naturally, the King of Chu was an exception.

The King of Chu looked at Zhao Heng who was talking poetry with the other three on the stage, with tears in his eyes, he looked at the sky, if... how wonderful it would be if she could see the child so outstanding!
When the students of Wantao Academy racked their brains and couldn't figure it out, they were forced to walk down.

Zhao Heng from behind answered without hesitation, "Green bamboo contains new powder, red lotus falls off old clothes."

With cold sweat on his forehead, Shen Luo replied: "The wind is green and beautiful, and the rain is fragrant and red."

In another quarter of an hour, Shen Luozhi and the students of Meihu Academy spent more and more time thinking about it, and even said several poems that had already been said.

Every time Zhao Heng heard them say half a sentence, he would say: "I've already said this, why is your memory so bad? Hurry up, hurry up!"

He can't wait to...

Zhao Heng looked at where Lu Wanzhi was sitting, looked at her blushing face, and smiled triumphantly.

Shen Luozhi looked at the proud Zhao Heng, but finally gave up, "I'm not as good as the little county king!"

The students of Meihu Academy couldn't bear to admit defeat like this, so they said: "The magpie crows in front of the court, and the ganoderma lucidum is seen by the waterside!"

Zhao Heng said: "Wrong, Ganoderma lucidum is not a flower, think about it again..."

The students of Meihu Academy racked their brains, looking at Zhao Heng's impatient look, they still couldn't figure it out.

Zhao Heng immediately followed up, "Hemerocallis is green, revealing the spring. You can think of this poem written by Aunt Lu, why didn't you think of this one? Hemerocallis is a flower, but Ganoderma lucidum is not a flower."

The student of Meihu Academy was so annoyed that he spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Zhao Heng and said, "I am inferior to others!"

Zhao Heng couldn't help jumping up joyfully under the shocking gazes of everyone, if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would definitely go over and hug Lu Wanzhi and turn around in a circle!

Before Zhao Heng could think about it, he was picked up by someone, and the scholars from the Tianzi class rushed forward to lift Zhao Heng up.

Zhao Heng really did a good job for the class monitor of Qinglan Academy Tianzi today!

Seeing the youngsters like this, Emperor Jing Yuan also smiled and said: "The winner of today's competition has been decided, and Qinglan Academy is the well-deserved No. [-] Academy in Dasheng. The students who won the first prize today will all be rewarded with a set of the Four Treasures of the Study."

Everyone knelt down in front of Emperor Jingyuan to receive the reward.

Zhao Heng had no interest in Emperor Jing Yuan's reward, so he looked at Lu Wanzhi, and he looked forward to Lu Wanzhi's promise...

How could Lu Wanzhi not understand Zhao Heng's eyes, she shook the round fan in her hand to dissipate the heat from her face...

　Xiaojun Wang: There are kisses~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)