C19

Seeing that His own brother was still so confident, Bai Yixuan felt that this kind of confidence should be developed since young.

"What about Second Sis? Did you answer her?"

"He should be answering the question!" Bai Yixuan laughed: "Zhao Er, what rewards does this poetry meet have?"

"Oh right, I forgot to tell second sister, if she wins first place, there will be 50 silver taels and the most famous Broken Ink of the previous dynasty!"

"So it turns out that Zhao Er is a little money grubber!" Bai Yixuan teased her on purpose.

As the name implies, it is a broken piece of ink, but because of the passage of time, it has always been bestowed as a treasure among the scholars. If one could win it and keep it, it would definitely have a lot of face, it is not something that can be measured with money!

Oh, that makes sense. Then Zhao Er must work hard to bring honor to our Bai Family!

"Zhao Er will try her best, but second sister, don't you want to fight for Bai Family's honor? That slag man is still there, although he's not much of a threat, but she still has a bit of knowledge! "

"En..." From whom did you learn slag man... "

"It's with second sister!"

Bai Yixuan was speechless. Well, she was the only one who had ever called him slag man.

"Who exactly organized this event?" Looking at the sea of people, Bai Yixuan could not help but ask. Everyone was waiting for the news of whether or not their own paintings were correct, but Bai Yixuan did not mind it at all, she was confident that she wrote it correctly, even if it was not, she did not care, she was not interested in the ink stone, although she was a little interested in the 50 silver, but not that much. She would just treat it as accompanying Bai Yizhao to play.

"It's an outsider from the city. He likes poems and the like, so it's held every year. Also, if he wins this poetry meet, his name will be spread throughout the city. He might be recommended to the local officials."

"Oh, so that's how it is."

After a while, someone announced the successful name list, and now there were only twenty-three out of a hundred people left. Bai Yixuan and Bai Yizhao were both inside, but of course, slag man Xiao Bai and the wealthy lady were also successful.

When he heard Bai Yixuan's name, he looked over in shock, but Bai Yixuan did not show any sign of weakness, and replied with a provocative smile.

Zhang Zinan was startled, in the past few days, he had not seen Bai Yixuan appear and look even better, even though she was dressed in coarse clothes, they were unable to stop her beauty. Zhang Zinan's gaze finally made the lady look over, and then both of them frowned.

How should Bai Yixuan describe the woman's appearance? Although her facial features were not very pretty, but they were very straight, and even had a pair of large eyes, but when these facial features were gathered together, it gave off a strange feeling, as if the eyes were Zhang San's, the nose was Wang Wu's, and the mouth was Li Qi's. Bai Yixuan felt that it was extremely strange, and couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Sometimes, even if she was skinny, she still wouldn't look good. After all, her face was still there.

The woman looked at Bai Yixuan for a moment as if she had lowered her head and said something to Zhang Zinan. Zhang Zinan's expression changed to one of fawning.

The third round also began. The topic was even more strange this time, drawing lots to choose the people who needed to write their own poems. The third round also began, and the topic was even more strange this time to draw lots to choose the people who needed to write their own poems.

When Bai Yixuan went up to draw the lot, her gaze was glued to her body the entire time, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Bai Yixuan sat in front of the table and looked at the lot in her hand with a stupefied expression.

Guo Jia, Guo Fengxiao? Could it be that this person was not very famous? She knew this strategist quite well, and he was also the idol she worshipped. Although writing poems was a little difficult, at least people knew him.

Bai Yixuan finally wrote a poem that she could barely rhyme. "The East Wind Industry burns and the sun sets in the west on a raft." Who lamented under the red wall, turbid tears dripping down the Liu Cheng Sha. Little Xiao Ping, next year's sprout will be reborn from the blood of the dead. "The sky and the earth is filled with the clamor of the snow, and the mountains and rivers cannot be seen."

After Bai Yixuan handed over the paper, she noticed that Bai Yizhao was sulking at the side. Bai Yixuan walked over and asked, "What happened, Zhao Er?"

"Bai Yizhao replied, I have no idea who the person in the lot is!"

was very curious about why the knowledgeable Bai Yizhao would reveal such an expression.

"Emperor Song, I totally do not remember this person's name being written in the history books." Although Bai Yizhao's family was poor, they had read a lot. Most of them were old books that the white parent had asked for from everywhere, and it was difficult for Bai Yizhao to understand so much knowledge at such a young age, not to mention that right now, his family was poor and he did not have the means to study. If he received the fifty silver taels, Bai Yizhao might be able to start reading again.

Bai Yixuan was confused, she never thought that the host of this place would also be so crafty, if not for her reading too many novels and comics in her previous life, she would not have known about this man.

"Zhao Er, Emperor Song is not a human!"

"Who is that?" Bai Yizhao fumed with rage.

"He is a legendary figure in Buddhism, the of the Ten Hades, the one in charge of the Underworld! The person who set the question is truly cunning, I only just remembered now that he said the person in the lot is a famous person from the heavens and the earth, so this Emperor Song can be considered as an underground person. "

"This can also be ?" Bai Yizhao was so angry that he was about to cry.

"I might have picked up a loophole. That person is Guo Jia, Guo Fengxiao. Presumably, no one would not recognize him ?" "Eh!"

"Guo Fengxiao..." Second Sis, your luck is really good. Why is it that I'm not human? "

This time, there were only three remaining people. Other than Bai Yixuan, there was still Zhang Zinan, and a thin scholar whose face was somewhat yellow.

The girl was still talking in front of Zhang Zinan, but this time, Bai Yixuan heard everything clearly. So the wealthy lady actually wanted that Mo, no wonder she was participating in the poetry gathering with such a rich appearance. Seeing that the lady was unreconciled, Bai Yixuan did not know who she had chosen, but she felt that it was funny, and did not expect her to suddenly turn and look at him, her eyes filled with disdain.

Alright, if she offended someone, she would be stared at by the ugly woman. Zhang Zinan's expression was still complex, he turned to look at Bai Yixuan, and Bai Yixuan immediately turned her gaze away to talk to the thin scholar.

Bai Yixuan knew that the thin scholar had drawn the lot for Ge Hong, uh, this name that had resounded like thunder in people's ears because of an advertisement in their previous life. Alright, it was probably just that Bai Yizhao was too unlucky.

Before Bai Yizhao left the stage, he did not forget to cheer Bai Yixuan on, wanting her to snatch the fifty silver from the slag man.

Alright, she could see that this little money grubber cared a lot about the fifty taels of silver.