It’s not that Zhou Mohuai is not as good as Zhao Shunran, but Wen Wenlan really doesn’t want the two to compete.

But now I have to come up with a result.

"How much do you think you have the chance to win?" Wen Wenlan pulled Zhou Mohuai's sleeve and shook it, "Don't say you're sure to lose."

Zhou Mohuai thought about it and predicted the possibility of each competition. He was silent for a long time, and finally squeezed out two words from his teeth, "It's hard to say."

"There is no suspense in the first two games. If nothing unexpected happens, it is inevitable that Zhao Shunran and I will win and lose. I don't know whether Zhao Shunran can understand the rhythm, but I don't know anything anyway."

Zhou Mohuai laughed dryly and spread his hands slightly helplessly.

"It's probably too late to let you learn now. Even if you don't prepare for the first two competitions at all, there will be only four days, and four days is not enough to learn a song." Wen Wenlan grabbed Zhou Mohuai's hand and looked at it. His fingers were slender and his joints were clear, "But it should be okay to learn to learn."

She remembers that there was someone who was proficient in music.

"Come here, go to the eldest princess's mansion and call Zuo Heng." After a pause, Wen Wenlan changed his words again, "Come to the eldest princess together."

Zuo Heng is not only proficient in music, but more importantly, he also has a seven-stringed lyre, which is a famous figure in the Zhou Dynasty. Even if Zhou Mohuai doesn’t know how to play half a song, it is okay to use this lyre to conquer the scene.

"Lanlan, are you planning to let me learn now?"

Zhou Mohuai looked at Wen Wenlan's mysterious smile on his lips and thought for a moment.

In the past few days, he doesn't have to learn how to play music. After all, he can't learn the specific repertoire that he will only know on the day of the competition.

But before the competition, he just needs to do something he should do.

He now secretly expects Zhao Shunran to be very skilled in his piano skills. The more he is, the more confident he will be.

"Do you think so too?" Wen Wenlan saw Zhou Mohuai's relaxed look, and thought that he also understood his intention. She nodded with satisfaction, "Then don't let me down then."

After the problem of music was solved, Zhou Mohuai was not particularly worried about the competition of cooking skills.

The biggest problem now is to make a drink. Could it be that it is like changing it secretly to water like before?

Zhou Mohuai clenched his fists secretly. No matter what, he would hold on. He would never disappoint Wen Wenlan.

In a flash, it was time for the second day of the competition, and Wen Wenlan took Zhou Mohuai directly to the Imperial College.

"Are all the ministers here?" Wen Wenlan did not shy away. She led Zhou Mohuai into the Imperial College in front of everyone.

The five ministers who were waiting for the Imperial College and some princes and ministers watching the battle saw this scene clearly.

This was the first time after Ming Zhao that His Majesty had shown his hand in front of the minister.

"Is it him?" In the Imperial College, Prince Su Wen Shiheng was also there, "He is the son of a criminal minister?"

Dugu Yi, who was sitting next to Wen Shiheng, staring at Zhou Mohuai without blinking, with a fierce look on his face, "Yes, the day before yesterday, the general told Your Majesty that he would make Zhou Mohuai the emperor's husband the next day. The prince, as His Majesty's brother and the eldest son of the late emperor, cannot ignore him."

When General Weilie conspired to murder the previous emperor, Wen Shiheng was not young anymore, and he had some memories.

But even so, he was not sure if Zhou Mohuai was the son of that person, but he would rather kill him than let him go.

"Let's take a look first. After the competition, I will go and have a good talk with Your Majesty. After all, it is related to the face of the royal family." Wen Shiheng raised his hand and made a gesture of silence. "Even if Your Majesty is willing to let go of his deep hatred, I will not allow it."

After Wen Wenlan sat down in the main seat, Zhou Mohuai and Zhao Shunran also took their seats. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table in front of them. The paper used today was marked in advance by the Imperial College Priest. It was a unique paper in the country. No one would cheat with the answers written in advance.

"Mr. Zhao, General Zhou, are you all ready?" Zhang Huailang stepped forward, holding a sealed scroll in his right hand. This should be the question for today's competition.

"Your Majesty, this is the question for today's competition. It was thought out by me and King Duan overnight. No one has opened the question after the seal was sealed. So far, I am always inseparable from King Duan. There is no possibility of leaking the secret. King Duan can testify." Zhang Huailang stepped forward and held the scroll to Wen Wenlan, "Please open the scroll myself."

Buyu stepped forward and held the scroll in front of Wen Wenlan. Wenlan looked at the two circles to make sure the scroll was indeed sealed, so he took the seal and opened the scroll.

The scroll rolled down, and a full moon picture was presented to everyone.

A huge and bright full moon broke into everyone's sight on the scroll. There were two or three green pine branches under the full moon, and there were no other scenery besides this.

"Then, within one incense stick, please ask Lord Zhao and General Zhou to write a poem based on the content presented on the hanging painting, and let's start now." As he said that, Zhang Huailang lit a stick of incense stick on the incense burner in front of the desk.

After reading the topic, Zhao Shunran smiled and picked up his pen and ink without pause. Such a topic is simple for these scholars. The moon is an object they often sing about. What's the difficulty of writing poems to the moon?

Zhou Mohuai glanced at Zhao Shunran, and from Zhao Shunran's expression, he could tell that this was an object he was good at.

Although Zhou Mohuai also read books and practiced calligraphy on weekdays, writing poetry was not something that could be accomplished overnight for him.

It’s not that he can’t write it out, but just using his own weaknesses to match his opponent’s strengths. This is really not a wise move.

If he forced a poem, let alone whether he could beat Zhao Shunran. There are so many civil officials and scholars here who deal with poetry and lyrics every day. If they criticize them for their words, they will leave stains.

This is not the result he wants.

He wants to win beautifully, and he also needs to lose like the winner.

After thinking carefully, Zhou Mohuai then picked up his pen and left his answer on the paper seriously.

After Zhao Shunran put down his pen, he saw that Zhou Mohuai was still answering. Seeing that there was not much time left, he snorted lightly, clasped his fists and looked at Zhou Mohuai with his eyes squinted.

In this game, he won firmly.

Wen Wenlan, who was sitting on the high ground, saw the expressions of the two clearly. She had nothing to worry about in this game.

But she was very curious about what kind of poems Zhou Mohuai could write.

The time for a stick of incense was up, and Zhang Huailang beat the gong and signaled that it was time to stop writing.

Zhou Mohuai put down his pen, blew the slightly wet ink marks, and satisfies his answer and put it in the envelope, put it in the lacquer plate in front of him.

The two of them were sent to the five judges together, the two imperial masters, Zhongshu Ling, Shangshu Ling, Imperial College Jijiu and Wen Wenlan, had long been unable to wait, and several of them quickly opened the envelope and tasted it one by one.

After a moment of quiet in the judges' seat, there was a hustle and bustle, but soon, it came out.

"After discussion, we unanimously agreed that the author of this poem won." The Imperial College Secretary stood up, holding the poem in his hand and read it out, "Mr. Zhao, this is your poem."

"That's right." Zhao Shunran stood up and respectfully saluted the Imperial College.

Several judges nodded with satisfaction, saying that they were the top scholar. The first two couplets of the poem depict a beautiful map of the moonlit night, and the last two couplets express their praise and expectations for the prosperity of the Southern Dynasty and their prosperity and peace, and expressed their ambition and loyalty to serve the court.

"But General Zhou, what's wrong with your poem?" Jijiu looked at Zhou Mohuai, "Has he got it wrong?"

The poems handed over by Zhou Mohuai are of extremely high level, both in terms of artistic conception and skill, are far above Zhao Shunran, and the elegant calligraphy of this paper is no less than Zhao Shunran. In comparison, there is no soft scholarly spirit between Zhou Mohuai's pen tips. His elegant brushwork has more freedom of walking and aura of killing on the battlefield, but...

"Sir Jijiu, what's wrong?" Zhao Shunran was puzzled. "Why would you read General Zhou's poems and let's taste them together."

Jijiu thought it was appropriate to do this, just so that everyone could judge it so as not to be said to be unfair.

"When will the moon come in the blue sky? I will stop drinking and ask. People climb the bright moon but cannot be found, but the moon is walking with people. It is as bright as a flying mirror facing the Dan Palace, and the green smoke disappears and the clear light is shining. But when I see the night coming from the sea, I would rather know that it is not in the clouds..."

This was, Zhao Shunran was shocked and looked at Zhou Mohuai. This was obviously a poem by the exiled immortals of the previous dynasty. Did he treat them as fools or look down on them?

"Just as Your Majesty and all the masters heard, the poem presented by General Zhou was not written by him, but silently recited the "Wretch and Ask the Moon" by the exiled immortal of the previous dynasty." The wine priest raised Zhou Mohuai's poem to prove that he did not lie, "General Zhou, although this poem is very good, it is not your work, so Lord Zhao won."

Zhou Mohuai nodded as he heard this, without any sadness as a loser, but instead had a calm attitude.

"General Zhou Ben knew that since the results had already been achieved in his heart, he gave the poems he handed over to everyone here to appreciate them, so that they could truly convince people. After all, seeing is true. Lord Zhao won this game, and I have no objection." Zhou Mohuai spread his hands, very free and easy.

After a brief discussion with the four judges around him, Jijiu passed on his poems. Zhao Shunran was the first to take Zhou Mohuai's paper. He looked at it carefully and could not see the mystery hidden in the poem.

However, this elegant handwriting is very pleasing to the eye, with vigorous and powerful pen tips and elegant fonts...

So that's it, Zhao Shunran was relieved. It turned out that Zhou Mohuai had such a purpose.

He looked at Zhou Mohuai, and it happened that Zhou Mohuai was also paying attention to him.

A competition that is not good at, but Zhou Mohuai can cover up his shortcomings and show his strengths instead. Although Zhou Mohuai did not win the first game, he could also see his strength.

In this way, even if you lose, you can still be the winner.

Zhao Shunran smiled friendly at Zhou Mohuai. He is worthy of being the one who is favored by His Majesty, not simple.

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