Literati Sanctification

Chapter 366 Familiar Words

Seeing that the three great powers had already selected their candidates, Emperor Jing also stood up at this time, and then looked at the three people in front of him. He nodded slightly to show encouragement.

"Since the three of you are all ready, let's use half a stick of incense as the writing time. When the incense starts to burn, the competition time will begin!"

Emperor Jing didn't scribble any ink, and just waved his hand, signaling that the competition could begin, which seemed extremely straightforward.

And the guard at the front, hearing this, directly lit the incense in an incense burner. When they saw the incense burning, the three of them didn't feel nervous at all, and they all looked at each other.

"Why, you don't write poetry?"

Jia Hanrong looked at Zhao Guowen on the left, then frowned slightly, and asked him, Heng Xiulin on the side, just put it at the end, and don't need to pay much attention to it during the competition.

The only thing he could care about was Zhao Guowen, so seeing that he was not ready to start writing, he immediately frowned and asked a question.

The Zhao Guowen man, hearing this, gave him a faint look, with a touch of contempt in his eyes.

"Don't be in a hurry, you can wait and see what kind of things you have written."

This haughty look is completely confident, so he doesn't care at all. It seems a little unfathomable whether he seems to be writing now.

Hearing this, Najia Hanrong's face darkened. What he hated the most was the attitude of some people, who always made himself superior, as if everyone was ignored by him.This made him very angry.

It seems that after the competition, this Zhao Guo literati cannot be left behind!Jia Hanrong thought a little angrily in her heart, then turned her head and looked at Heng Xiulin at the side.

Since this Zhao Guowen man is not in a hurry to write, it is meaningless to look at him. It is not to look at the Jiang Guowen man next to him, what is going on now.

The rest are the same as the literati of the Zhao country. He already has some drafts in his heart, so he is not in a hurry to write them out. He has already thought up poems. He just wants to pretend and watch these two people write first.

I watched from the sidelines, and after they were finished, I wrote my own poems, completely inscrutable, comparing the two of them.

I want to come to that time, it will be able to attract countless eyes, and this time the competition will be able to spread far and wide.

But the literati of the Zhao country didn't follow his thoughts, so at this time, he directly interrupted his thoughts, maybe the other party's attention was still the same as his.

This made Jia Hanrong a little annoyed at this Zhao Guo literati.

"Why didn't you write it? Why, if you can't write poems, can't they come out?"

When Jia Hanrong turned his head and looked towards Heng Xiulin, he saw that Heng Xiulin didn't move at all, just holding the ink and grinding it there boredly, while holding a piece of pastry in one hand. Eating with relish.

Looking at this appearance, it's as if he didn't take this competition to heart. What he saw was that the corners of his mouth twitched. Not only him, but everyone in the audience looked at the scene in front of them with strange expressions. .

Why is there something wrong with this Jiang country literati?The pastry in front of the pen and ink is just for decoration, but he actually took it and ate it, how hearty it must be!
Could it be that, as Najia Hanrong said, Heng Xiulin couldn't write it, so he simply stopped writing it?

This possibility is not impossible. You must know that when literati write poems, they rely on an inspiration. Without this inspiration, they cannot make poems.

Hearing the question, Heng Xiulin turned his head to look, only to find that the two guys hadn't written anything, and there was a strange flash in their eyes.

"Why don't you write? Could it be that you can't write it?"

Listening to Heng Xiulin returning the words directly, Jia Hanrong almost vomited blood out of anger, what a joke, he couldn't write it, who couldn't write it, can't you see it?
"I already have a draft, so don't worry, but you, why don't you write it? If you can't write it, just return it, so as not to be an eyesore here."

While talking, Jia Hanrong waved his hands in disgust, indicating that Heng Xiulin standing here is really an eyesore.

It's fine if you don't write poetry, why are you still eating here?Don't look at what occasion this is, don't look at what they are doing?Such a grand competition, this guy, can't he be more serious?
What was he comparing himself with before?Seeing Heng Xiulin's appearance at this moment, Jia Hanrong suddenly had a feeling that he was caressing about this guy, he really made a mistake.

Heng Xiulin stuffed the last bite of pastry into his mouth, took a few mouthfuls, and after swallowing, he clapped his hands to wipe away the residue on his hands.

"If I write it, you won't be able to write it later, so you should write it first. It just so happens that you all have drafts, so write it."

Heng Xiulin responded casually, but the tone was extremely serious.

However, when Najia Hanrong and the other literati heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched immediately, and then they looked at the guy in front of them with incomparably cold faces. How ignorant and crazy this guy is, is he able to say Say something like this?
If you say this, aren't you afraid of making others laugh?
When the two listened to Heng Xiulin's words, their faces became gloomy, and they looked at Heng Xiulin with a hostile expression. Listening to Heng Xiulin's words, it was simply a strong sense of ignorance, from Heng Xiulin's words It spread among them, making them all extremely angry.

However, compared to their anger, Li Susu and Hou Zeyu looked at each other directly at this moment, and then there was a strange look in their eyes.

Li Susu heard this sentence from Heng Xiulin a few days ago. At that time, the other party did not believe what Heng Xiulin said, so after Heng Xiulin wrote the poem, he directly gave up. .

And how many people are there in Zeyu?When I heard this, I was in the Jiang country, and I also heard it once in the Jing country. Thinking about the few times Heng Xiulin said this, Heng Xiulin directly abused them. It is not giving them a chance to write poems!
So at this moment, when they heard this, their hearts trembled a little, and then they became a little speechless, this guy, okay, can't you not say this?He must have a psychological shadow.

"What arrogance! I'll wait and see if you write it out, how can I not write it!"

"Hmph, you wrote it out. If I really can't write it down, I'll just admit defeat. What are you doing here?"

Originally, the anger was somewhat extinguished, because of Heng Xiulin's words, Najia Hanrong said directly angrily, and besides him, it was Zhao Guo's literati, because of Heng Xiulin's words, he was also full of anger in an instant.

Hearing the angry words of these two people, Heng Xiulin immediately had an innocent look on his face. Is this a good intention?To be honest, if I wrote it first, the other party would have no chance to write it.

If there is a chance to compete, wouldn't it be a pity that I didn't even write a single word of the poem?If it is written, it will be time for others to appreciate the poems they wrote.

But if they don't write it, they won't have this chance when Heng Xiulin writes it. Isn't this a tragedy?

Heng Xiulin looked at the expressions of the two of them, and he was basically sure that the other party would not start writing until he finished writing. He immediately sighed in his heart, and then shook his head. Since the other party was determined to do this, then he would Just write it first.

Anyway, he has already reminded what should be reminded, and if the other party does not accept it, then it has nothing to do with him. It is better to finish the writing sooner and end the competition earlier.

(End of this chapter)