Concubine's Agricultural Physician: Heaven-Defying Little Princess

Chapter 111
Han Xuyan was invited by the organizer to participate today, but he did not expect Fu Wanyan to appear here.Han Xuyan has always been very curious about Fu Wanyan, wondering what kind of woman can get so close to Han Zihong, but she has never had the chance to get close.

If he knew that Fu Wanyan would come today, Han Xuyan would definitely come here immediately without saying a word.But judging from Fu Wanyan's expression, it was obvious that she didn't want to have any contact with him.Han Xuyan chuckled, and looked away from Fu Wanyan.

Not long after, an old man walked to the center of the stage, looked around, looked at everyone, and said with a smile: "It is really a blessing for my Zhu family to come here today to participate in the poetry meeting held by my Zhu family. Today's The Poetry Club is divided into three rounds. The first round is writing, the second round is painting, and the third round is writing poetry. The most outstanding young master or young lady of today’s Poetry Club is the number one talented woman in my capital. Well, today’s The round begins."

Fu Wanyan didn't know many people, but she could find information about this old man in her memory.The old man of the Zhu family, the first teacher of the current emperor.His presence established the status of the Zhu family in the capital.

After the old master Zhu announced the beginning of the poetry and essay meeting, he retreated to the main seat and sat down.Then a masked woman in pink came to Taichung, and the servants moved two tables and put them on the stage: "The first round of writing, two-two confrontation, and everyone present will judge the winner. May I ask, is there any young master or lady who wants to do this?" The first one to come forward and compete?"

"I'm coming!" As soon as the woman in pink finished speaking, a young man stood up and walked to the stage.The man looked like he was only in his teens, and his face was full of childishness. After walking on the stage, he kept smiling and looking at the audience.

Fu Wanyan saw the man's deeds and lowered her eyes.Writing a book is a matter of self-cultivation. If it is not practiced all the year round, it should be a calm temperament that is different from ordinary people.But looking at the man on the stage, he was obviously impetuous, and he might not be able to do this handwriting.

After the man came to the stage, Fu Wanyan turned to look at Fu Shu who was beside her: "The third younger sister's handwriting should be pretty good, why don't you go on stage and compete with that man?"

Fu Shu raised her eyes and glanced at Fu Wanyan, then turned to look at the table on the stage: "Sister, Shu'er's calligraphy can't be shown, so don't be ashamed."

Although Fu Shu said so, Fu Wanyan still saw longing in her eyes.Fu Wanyan did not force Fu Shu, and stood up with a smile: "Let me do it."

Fu Wanyan walked to the stage, stood opposite the man, and nodded slightly towards him: "I can't write well, but I want to compete with you, I wonder if you are willing?"

The young man did not expect that a young woman from Fu Wanyan would come to compete with him, and she smiled brightly, "Okay, my name is Zhu Zhicheng, what's your name?"

"Young Master Zhu?" Hearing the man's name, Fu Wanyan understood why he couldn't write well, so he wanted to be the first on stage to compete with others.Because this poetry meeting is hosted by their family.

"Fu Wanyan." Fu Wanyan reported her name with a smile on her face, "My handwriting is not good, please forgive me, Young Master Zhu."

Zhu Zhicheng waved his hand towards Fu Wanyan: "It's all right, I'm not good at writing."

The woman in pink walked to the side of the big gong, picked up a hammer and hit it hard: "The game begins."

Fu Wanyan reached out to grind, spread the paper in front of her, picked up the brush, and waved it on the paper in front of her.Fu Wanyan had practiced brush calligraphy for a long time before, so writing brush calligraphy naturally went smoothly.

The title of the competition was a poem. Fu Wanyan had seen it in modern times, but didn't pay attention to it.Now when she was writing the brush characters, Fu Wanyan had read the content of the poem one by one.

After about a stick of incense, Fu Wanyan wrote the last stroke, put the pen aside, smiled and looked aside, she had already written the words, and looked at Zhu Zhicheng with a smile on her face.

Fu Wanyan pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and nodded slightly towards Zhu Zhicheng: "I kept Mr. Zhu waiting for a long time, I write slowly, please forgive me."

Zhu Zhicheng once again waved his hand at Fu Wanyan, smiling brightly: "It's okay, it's okay, what are you doing out of sight like this. Come on, come on, pick it up and have a look, who can write this word better."

When the brush writing was almost done, the woman in pink brought several servants in gray to the stage. The servants divided into two groups, picked up the calligraphy written by the two, walked around the stage, and showed it to everyone.

Unexpectedly, everyone present was full of praise for Fu Wanyan's words.Fu Wanyan had always said that her handwriting was not good, but the works she produced now were many times better than Zhu Zhicheng's.

Hearing the applause from the people around, Zhu Zhicheng also ran to Fu Wanyan's handwriting and looked up and down: "Wow, Miss Fu, it's not that your handwriting is bad, but it's really good. I Admit defeat, I admit defeat."

Even if Zhu Zhicheng refuses to admit defeat, the outcome of this competition is already very clear.Zhu Zhicheng praised Fu Wanyan many times, and returned to his seat with a smile on his face.

The girl in pink walked up to Fu Wanyan, and nodded slightly at Fu Wanyan: "Next, Miss Fu, please choose a young lady or young master for the next round of competition."

Fu Wanyan nodded in response to the girl in pink. Without any hesitation, she walked up to Fu Shu and pointed at Fu Shu, "Third Sister, would you like to compete with me?"

Fu Shu looked at Fu Wanyan in surprise, and slowly stood up: "Sister, I..."

"Third sister, don't refuse anymore, just give me this face." Fu Wanyan stepped off the stage, walked in front of Fu Shu, and stretched out her hand towards Fu Shu, "Sister, if the flowers don't want to bloom by themselves, no matter how warm the spring breeze is, it will be all right." It won't bloom either."

Fu Shu raised her eyes and looked at Fu Wanyan, her eyes were full of uncertainty: "Sister, can I really do it?"

"Of course, come with me."

Fu Shu nodded in response to Fu Wanyan's words, and reached out to hold Fu Wanyan's hand.Fu Wanyan pursed her lips and chuckled, and pulled Fu Shu onto the stage: "This is my next opponent, my third younger sister, Fu Shu."

It is a strange thing for the Fu family sisters to compete on the same stage.The girl in pink looked at the two people standing on the stage, her expression froze slightly, but she quickly regained her composure: "In that case, please get ready, the competition begins."

The second time, the topic was changed.Fu Wanyan remained calm and calm, and used all her strength to write the piece of work in front of her.

Naturally, Fu Wanyan didn't want to make some limelight at this poetry meeting, she just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity, but Fu Wanyan knew better in her heart that if she deliberately wrote ugly words in order to let Fu Shu win, it would be a shame. To Fu Shu, it was just an insult.

What's more, although Fu Wanyan had never seen Fu Shu's handwriting before, just looking at Fu Shu's appearance when she picked up the pen to write, Fu Wanyan knew that she was no match for Fu Shu.

The result of the competition was as Fu Wanyan expected. Although her handwriting was not bad, Fu Shu's handwriting was more flavorful than hers.

Everyone present was not blind, so they naturally knew that although Fu Wanyan tried her best, she lost.Fu Shu entered the third round, and after that, Fu Shu didn't continue writing, and the handwriting she and Fu Wanyan wrote together became the champion.

More than a dozen people came to challenge one after another, but the words they wrote were still not as unique as Fu Shu's.Of course, Fu Shu became the final champion of the first round.

According to old master Zhu's rules, only those who have participated in the first round are eligible to participate in the second round.The three sisters of the Fu family all participated in the first round, but they had no choice but to participate in the second round.

The second round was painting, and everyone drew according to the proposition at the same time, and finally rated No.1, and had a third round of competition with Fu Shu.

The winner of the second round was a man. The man was dressed very luxuriously, but his demeanor was arty.

(End of this chapter)