Zhao Jingyun looked at his wife with a smile. If it weren't for avoiding suspicion, he wouldn't have been willing to stand for so long.

His wife is so precious. Besides, what he said before was not a pretty word. When it comes to poetry, calligraphy and painting, his wife can crush the women present into mud. Others don’t know the essence of the shallowness, but he knows it. Of course, even if you know nothing about it, it doesn’t matter. It’s a family, and one is enough.

The last sentence is Lin Qingqian's original words. The main reason is that Lin Qingqian knows a lot of things. Zhao Jingyun, the superior, knows some things more than Lin Qingqian. So Lin Qingqian comforted him in this way.

Look, the two of them have a good mentality, so they are the perfect match. Why don’t these people believe it?

Zhao Jingyun felt secretly proud when he thought of the 100,000 taels of silver he invested. This time the bet was different from usual. The dealer made a steady profit and did not lose money, and only took commissions and the loser was to make up for the vacancies.

He can make another profit from entrusting his wife with his blessing.

Zhao Jingyun was proud, but others didn't know. Everyone only saw Lin Qingqian writing calmly with her pen, as if she had forgotten that there were people around her waiting for her to finish the work.

Everyone was curious about how long Lin Qingqian would have to write before a poem could end.

Psalm competitions and good sentences are not based on length. Long-formed poems are not without them. However, in everyone's opinion, the long and short sentences of the poems are written in many long and short sentences, but they are always a bit long and long, without concise quatrains or regular verses.

As everyone was looking forward to it, a stick of incense burned out, and Lin Qingqian finally put down the pen in his hand.

Wang Ge Lao and others have already selected other verses into the top ten, just waiting for Lin Qingqian's poem.

This year, the people who gave the votes to vote were very good. Two students downstairs were invited to the upper floor, and their poems were very outstanding.

What surprised Fengxinglou and others the most was Lin Jingxing and Zhao Cong'an.

These two people can be said to be dark horses.

Although Zhao Cong'an is a woman, his poems are magnificent and grand, and his pattern is also large. However, Lin Jingxing's poems are graceful and bright, and they also do not lose their style.

In addition, what made Wang Ge Lao happy was that both Zhao Cong'an and Lin Jingxing were written very well.

Among the ten masterpieces, two people steadily entered the rankings.

As for Lin Chuyun, the poems are written in a proper manner, not very outstanding, but they are also catchy and meet today's requirements. She also entered the top ten, with the poems slightly inferior, but the fonts are outstanding, which makes up for the slightest shortcomings in the poems.

Chen Jinjin is the worst. Among those who participated in the bet and have completed her work, her overall score is the worst.

However, Chen Jinjin was not discouraged. She knew that chanting poetry and painting was not a strong point, and she must not be as good as Lin Chuyun, so she was prepared. As for Zhao Cong'an, although it was beyond her expectations, it would not affect her mood. Of course, everyone in the capital knew that what she was best at was actually chess.

As long as a woman has one advantage, she will not be laughed at. As for bets, she is even less worried. How can she compare? It is also the three of them who join forces to deal with Lin Qingqian. She is very confident that she will definitely not be worse than Lin Qingqian.

According to regulations, if the competition is ten, if others want to be shortlisted, they must beat the tenth place, and then everyone will finally select the top leader.

After Lin Qingqian put down his pen, he did not rush to send his poems and paintings, but waited patiently for the ink to dry out.

After a while, there were no masterpieces sent downstairs, and the eleven referees were a little anxious. Wen Xin and Chu Xin carefully delivered the paper.

The paper is very long, and the banners are wide for others, even the paintings on them are drawn.

Before everyone could appreciate her poems, they saw many words on the paper.

Everyone immediately showed a meaningful look. Alas, Princess Jing’s way of making up the number of words is not advisable!

When Wen Xin and the original intention stood firm and spread the banner, a deputy poster recited loudly, "The spring river tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with the tide. It ripples with the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without the moon..."

As the people recited, the upstairs were silent. As everyone listened, their faces showed a look of surprise.

The great scholars who were headed by Wang Ge Lao, who loved poetry, looked at the fonts on the banner and showed obsession in their eyes. The fonts were peaceful and natural, the brushwork was gentle and subtle, and the beautiful and beautiful. The more you looked, the better you became. The more you looked, the more you were reluctant to take your eyes away. Wang Ge Lao even stretched out your hands to start drawing and copying on your clothes.

The deputy poster read the whole poem, but almost everyone hasn't recalled it yet. Lin Qingqian's poem is really outstanding. There is no doubt that today's leader is Princess Jing.

Lin Yi looked at Lin Qingqian in surprise and Lin Jingxing beside him. He was also confused. He never knew that his little cousin's poems were so good.

Some people were far apart, and Wen Xin and Chu Xin were deliberately showing off, and the two girls deliberately pulled the banner and walked around the upstairs.

If the shock brought to everyone by the Psalm is enough to make many people not know how to react, when they saw the words written by Lin Qingqian, everyone was completely stunned.

Those who can enter the third floor are not fools. The characters are so beautiful that many people even made up their minds to grab this character and go back as a family heirloom collection. Yes, no one can show it.

Ji Feishi's eyes were straight, and he felt that he had come to Yanlou today to work hard today. If he could get such a calligraphy, he could die without regrets.

"Wait a minute, bid for it." The third prince attached himself to his ear and reminded Ji Feishi, "Don't be stupid. If you miss the opportunity, you have to cheer up."

Ji Feishi took a breath and his whole body woke up immediately. He looked around and found that there were quite a few people who were as obsessed as him. Oh, Mr. Wang’s eyes were shining. No, he must snatch them.

"How tired?" Zhao Jingyun chuckled.

Lin Qingqian smiled and shook her head, "I haven't moved for a long time, my arms are a little sore, but it's not a big deal."

"Are you waiting to add a painting next to you?" Zhao Jingyun asked with a chuckle, "How about giving it to me?"

"The prince likes it?" Lin Qingqian asked with a raised eyebrows.

Zhao Jingyun nodded with a smile, "The princess's things cannot flow into the hands of outsiders."

"Sister, this poem can be remembered forever." Lin Jingxing was very excited, "No, you can't favor one or the other. I can give this painting to my brother-in-law, but you have to write a rewritten one for my second brother."

"And I." Lin Yi shouted without fear of death.

Zhao Jingyun raised his eyebrows and glared at them unhappily, "If you have the ability, let your own daughter-in-law recite poems and paintings."

Lin Yi.....

Lin Jingxing would not be abusive to him, "No matter how powerful your wife is, she is still my sister. If you have the ability, please come to your own sister."

The two of them actually got into trouble.

Lin Qingqian laughed out loud.

This place is lively, Chen Jinjin is completely quiet, Zhao Cong'an is still fine, she is barely considered a dark horse, although Lin Qingqian is more popular than her, but her reputation has also been out, and the person who loses is not her, she only loses 10,000 taels of silver, so she doesn't care. It's not that she can't afford to lose!

Lin Chuyun almost fainted, and she couldn't understand. But in more than a year, why did Lin Qingqian become so powerful?

Losing money is second, she can't afford to lose. She knows that it will never be possible for her to turn things around by writing, painting, and writing.

Lin Qingqian is a disaster, her nemesis, who is here to defeat her.

The prince was so shocked that he couldn't say anything. He finally understood why Zhao Jingyun was willing to find Lin Qingqian. It turned out that King Jingyue was not tempted by beauty and found a vase and a straw bag, but picked up a treasure.

Then the prince thought that if the Lin family had not deliberately hidden Lin Qingqian and treated him harshly, with Lin Qingqian's appearance and talent, how could he not have noticed? Even if Lin Qingqian cannot be the crown princess, being a concubine would be...

Chen Jinjin was the worst, her face turned pale. She became the last one among the four, so she had to bear the consequences...

Thinking of the bet, she wanted to leave Yanlou and hide it immediately.

"Is there any result?" Zhao Jingyun looked proudly at everyone's dumb look and reminded the referee with a smile.

Feng Xinglou and others woke up from their dreams, all blushed. Looking at Lin Qingqian and Zhao Jingyun, it was like seeing a golden ingot.

"Yes, this will announce the result." Feng Xinglou responded excitedly. No matter how good Princess Jing's poems are, he cannot make decisions alone, and everything has to follow the process.

First of all, the eleven referees have to finalize a leader, and as for the second and third places, it would be casual. There is no doubt that Lin Qingqian's song "Spring River Moon Night" was unanimously recommended as the leader.

Then the first ten verses have to be copied and released, and the rankings are also released. To see if the literati and poets downstairs have any objections, this is also to prevent unfairness.

As the top ten were released, a small riot soon broke out outside.

Zhao Wushuang took advantage of the time and quickly attached himself to Lin Qingqian's ear to ask for favors, "You can't be stingy, you have to give me a calligraphy and painting."

"What kind of thing do you want?" Lin Qingqian was not stingy either.

Zhao Wushuang was happy, "I don't make things difficult for you, I will also give you a calligraphy and painting about the moon."

Lin Qingqian smiled and nodded in agreement, "I'll write one for you later."

After a while, there will be something? Zhao Wushuang widened his eyes in surprise, then hugged her arm and never let go again. "Oh, I know you're the best."

Before the two of them finished their whispers, Fengxinglou announced the news that Lin Qingqian had won the championship. Cheers immediately came out from the downstairs.

"Several people, I am willing to accept the loss. Should you fulfill your bet?" Lin Qingqian looked at the few people not far away with a smile.

"Okay, I'm willing to accept the loss, I'll pay the money." Zhao Cong'an agreed unhappily with his mouth bulging.

"In addition to the money, you also got three shouts from the table outside. You are a fool, don't forget it." Zhao Jingyun reminded her lightly.

Zhao Cong'an was anxious, "I'm not the last one."

"You three join forces to deal with the princess. Since you don't win, you lose. Can't the people from the Chen Qing Palace afford to lose so much?" Zhao Jingyun's attitude suddenly became hard, "Or, from the beginning, have you planned to tease me and the princess?"

The matter was getting big, and no one dared to persuade him. The prince was forced to stand up and just as he was about to stand up, he heard Zhao Jingyun continue, "If anyone is willing to stand on the stage on her behalf, I don't mind changing people."
Chapter completed!