famous poison doctor

Chapter 218 Pour Tea and Kowtow
The dean didn't want Sun Jingxian to continue to make trouble, so he continued to announce: "No.3 is Fang Qingluo, this year's poetry meeting is over, but the academy still has other arrangements, please don't leave for now."

Then the dean asked the gentleman in charge of picking up the distinguished guests to politely invite the distinguished guests to leave, including Princess Yongle. Although Princess Yongle was not happy, she had no choice but to leave first.

When Jin Hong left, he glanced at Fang Qingluo, smiled and gave her a thumbs up.Fang Qingluo looked at his sunny smile and shook his head helplessly. Who knows what it looks like under that mask?

After the distinguished guests left the table, Mu Yirou finally asked the dean, "Everyone knows Fang Qingluo's reputation in the past, but now she suddenly became a talented woman, doesn't the dean have any doubts?"

Everyone quieted down, Lu Yunqi secretly laughed at the side, the cousin was really anxious, she didn't even act in the hypocritical, gentle and magnanimous scenes in public, and directly attacked Fang Qingluo, but she Now she is happy to watch the play, she promises to only watch the play and not talk.

The dean took a look at Mu Yirou, but his tone didn't seem too unhappy, "I know there will always be people who are dissatisfied in the competition, so the works of the top three are all posted up, so that everyone can appreciate them carefully and compare themselves to the end." Are there any top three? Since Mu Yirou refuses to accept, hang up her poems together and let everyone judge."

Sun Jingxian spoke again, "I want to see how Dai Pianlu's level is qualified to take the first place! Everyone's eyes are sharp, and let everyone judge me!"

The poems were all hung up, and everyone gathered around to watch, and soon some people started whispering.

"Dai Pianlu wrote the last song really well, no wonder she won the first place."

"Fang Qingluo's last song is also good, it seems that they are real people who don't show their faces."

"Sun Jingxian is not bad, but she still can't compare with Dai Pianchu. As for Mu Yirou, she is far behind, and she is so fierce."

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Mu Yirou heard it clearly, and her face turned red. She also read those poems herself. Although she didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that Fang Qingluo's writing was really good, and the last one was even better than hers. Much better, but she is not reconciled, she does not believe that Fang Qingluo really has this kind of ability.

"Fang Qingluo has lived in my house for almost seven years, and I still don't know her level? There must be something wrong with it, maybe she knew the title through some method, and people have already prepared the poem." Mu Yi Rou said loudly, and the crowd immediately started making noise.

The dean's face was pulled down, "You mean that the management of the academy is not good, did you miss the questions? I believe that the judges who are working will not reveal the questions. Mu Yirou, you think too much, but you don't have enough heart widened."

Tian'an Academy has always been known for its strict management. After hearing what the dean said, everyone nodded secretly, thinking that Mu Yirou was probably jealous of her. dead?
The news that Fang Qingluo was embezzled by Mu Enhou's mansion has already spread in Beijing, and even the family's salary was swallowed up, which is really not a glorious thing.

"Since she is very talented, why don't you test another poem by her. I'll come up with the title. If she is genuine, she will be able to handle it with ease. If..." Mu Yirou didn't give up so easily, and immediately came up with this idea , she did not believe that Fang Qingluo could really respond so quickly.

Hearing what she said, Fang Qingluo was still a little nervous. After all, she is not an ancient person, and she is not good at composing poems. The only advantage is that she has a good memory. She remembers most of the poems she read in college, even if she doesn’t remember clearly. She can also adapt and fill it up by herself, but she doesn't know what topic Mu Yirou will come up with, what if it happens that the poems she knows don't have such themes?
"Why don't you dare to answer?" Mu Yirou looked at Fang Qingluo proudly, her expression and tone were full of provocation.

"Just now the Poetry Society has proved that Fang Qingluo is indeed qualified to be No. 3, Mu Yirou, please stop messing around." The dean said displeased.

Sun Jingxian, who had stopped snoring, suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Dai Pianle has a good relationship with Fang Qingluo. If Fang Qingluo cheated, Dai Pianle must have known the topic in advance. In this case, would Dai Pianle accept it? How about playing a temporary song?"

Dai Pianjue looked at Sun Jingxian angrily, and said loudly, "Why don't you dare? But what if I do it? What do you want?"

Sun Jingxian said loudly: "It doesn't count if you make it. Of course you have to make a good poem. If you really do it, I will pour tea and kowtow to you in public! If you can't do it, it proves that you are not qualified to win this first prize." one!"

Everyone took a deep breath, pouring tea and kowtow is not an ordinary thing, this Sun Jingxian is going to die.

Mu Yirou also looked at Fang Qingluo, "Dai Pianlu dared to agree, why didn't you dare? The four idiots suddenly became talented women, no one doubted it, and if you are afraid, admit your mistake early, so that you can help yourself." Save some face."

The dean got a little angry and said, "Dai Pianjue and Fang Qingluo, you don't have to agree, and the academy will naturally make a clear decision."

Fang Qingluo stood up, bowed to the dean, and said, "Dean, just follow what Mu Yirou said, so as not to be spread gossip again, but I don't know if I can write a good poem." , how will Mu Yirou apologize?"

Mu Yirou raised her chin, "I'll pour tea and kowtow to you too!"

These words were like a final decision, and the matter was directly finalized. Almost all the students of the academy gathered here, and now it was very lively, and the scene of the poetry competition was even more attractive. Not only did everyone want to see Fang Qing How Luo and Dai Pianlu will cope, I also want to see such an explosive scene of Sun Jingxian and Mu Yirou pouring tea and kowtow.

The dean shook his head helplessly, the young people nowadays are just high-minded, forget it, he still doesn't care, and he can't control it.

Fang Qingluo knew that she had let down the dean's good intentions, but the situation was here, she had to respond, and there shouldn't be too much gossip. Although she didn't care about other people's eyes, she didn't want Mu Yi Rou succeeded.

"Okay, then I'll come up with a topic, and Senior Sister Sun will check it out. If it's not suitable, just say it." Mu Yirou said loudly to Sun Jingxian, and the two became an alliance.

Sun Jingxian nodded, "Just say it."

"The Duanyang Festival has just passed. I heard that there is a dragon boat race in the south of the Yangtze River. The scene is very lively. Everyone must know about the dragon boat race, right? How about writing a poem about it?" Mu Yirou said loudly.

Mu Yirou was playing tricks. The capital city is not near the water or the river, so people in the capital rarely see dragon boat races, let alone Dai Pianjue and Fang Qingluo, who can't leave home until they leave the court?Poetry pays attention to artistic conception, of course, it is best to express one's heart in person, if you write about a dragon boat race you have never seen before, you can only rely on reverie.

In ancient times, unlike modern times, there were televisions. You could watch dragon boat races on TV. People in Beijing must know about dragon boat racing, but they heard it from what they heard, and there was no visual sense at all.

The corners of Fang Qingluo's mouth twitched slowly, Mu Yirou was really smart, she didn't know anything else about the dragon boat race, she even went to see it herself, and she remembered quite a few poems about dragon boat races, it seems Mu Yirou was about to pour tea and kowtow to her.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingluo raised his pen and began to write:

Hanxu dances and dances to support the monarch, and the two-two dragon boats come and go frequently.The scenery of the leap month and the scenery of March, half of the smoke and eight of the people.

Thousands of people laugh when they win the championship, and half of the spring is broken when the drum is beaten.In the evening, the cruise ships dispersed, and the remaining flutes and drums circled the lakeside.

After finishing writing, she dried the ink on the paper, and when she looked up, she found Dai Pianli sitting there frowning, the paper in front of her was snow-white, and she didn't write a single word.

Fang Qingluo instantly understood that Dai Pianlu didn't know the situation of the dragon boat race, and was stumped by this unfamiliar thing.

She pretended not to notice Dai Pianchu's situation, dozed off and said, "I once saw a picture of a dragon boat, and the drawing was really lively. It just so happened that there were so many people cheering on me today, so I'll make a fool of myself and draw it."

After she finished speaking, she began to draw quickly on the paper. Dai Pianlu came to her senses and hurriedly looked at her paper, and saw that she was writing quickly, and long dragon boats slowly emerged on the paper, one by one. The shirtless man paddled his oars, desperately trying to get ahead, and the person beating the drum by the bed opened his mouth and yelled. There were more people on both sides of the strait, and women and children accounted for the majority. The scene was very lively.

Such a dragon boat race was presented on the paper. Dai Pianjue felt that the picture seemed to come alive. She seemed to hear the sound of the dragon boat paddles and the applause from the audience. wrote on paper.

Fang Qingluo was in a good mood seeing that Dai Pianlu had been inspired, so he dried up the dragon boat drawing and picked it up. At this time, the dean and several other gentlemen were curious about the dragon boat drawing drawn by Fang Qingluo, so they came over on their own initiative.

The dean took the dragon boat painting and looked at it carefully, then nodded repeatedly, "Although the painting skills are ordinary, the picture is vivid and lifelike. It seems that you have a deep memory of that painting."

Fang Qingluo hurriedly said: "I don't even remember where I saw it. I can't remember many places. I added it randomly." She was afraid that the dean would ask her where she saw the dragon boat picture, so she would answer I can't come up.

The dean nodded, "That's a good addition. I was lucky enough to go to the south of the Yangtze River and watch the dragon boat race. It's not much different from your painting. Hang it up for everyone to see."

While speaking, Dai Pianjue had finished writing her poem, and handed it over to the dean together with Fang Qingluo's poem. It was impossible to hand it over to Mu Yirou. Naturally, it would be fair for the dean to judge.

The dean opened the two poems and read them one after another. After reading, he didn't comment. He just looked at Sun Jingxian and Mu Yirou and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Mu Yirou stared at Fang Qingluo's poem in disbelief, "Impossible, she has never seen a dragon boat race, how can she be so clear, she must have read this poem somewhere, yes! It is the one she said Draw it, it must be!"

(End of this chapter)