Chapter 166 (2/2)

Before, when an Hibiscus was still in Hou's house, she had poisoned her for several months in a row. The toxin had been in her body all the time. Today, it was useful.

Li Feifei also saw an mujin, and a trace of ferocity flickered in his eyes, but it soon disappeared.

When the maid saw that her hand was shaking and the tea almost overflowed, she lowered her head in fear.

An Hibiscus is complacent and unaware of anything. Naturally, she takes a peck of the tea from Shuiyue. How can she let her horse come here.

When all the participants and guests were present, the host took the manuscript to read the opening speech with a happy face.

The content is probably welcome to take part in the annual Miss Royal dabiyun polite Mandarin, then introduce the rules of the competition, and finally explain that the competition starts after half a stick of incense.

After he finished, the ladies began to help the master to polish.

The first is a written test.

The organizers will hand out the pictures and write poems according to their own ideas. There is no prescribed form for poems. Words or poems are OK. Just express your own opinions.

Half a pillar of incense is coming, the waiters will take the questions to stand beside the young lady, hand the things in their hands to the maid, and then they will show them to the young lady.

When an Hibiscus saw the picture, she was stunned.

This is a landscape painting. The painting is a quiet mountain forest. A stone road winds down from the mountain. The light and shadow are very good. It must be written by a master. The picture depicts the scene after dusk, with intoxicating orange light.

It's too simple and quiet to start with.

In her heart, an Mu Jin began to search for the ancient poems she had recited in her previous life.

Fortunately, this is an overhead Dynasty. I don't know Li Bai and Du Fu!

She had been out of touch with the school for a long time, and she had almost forgotten all the knowledge she had when she was a child. Before entering the competition, she listed all the poets she remembered in her previous life. It seems that there is a poet who is good at landscape painting poetry. What's her name!

An Hibiscus desperately recalled that a word flashed through her mind in the lightning flint. She remembered that she had an agent whose name was very similar to him, Wei... Right!

Two words! The last name is... Wang!

It's Wang Wei, a poet of Tang Dynasty. He has many poems about landscape painting. Which one should I choose?

Quiet forest, no trace of the small stone road, halo dye large light and shadow.

She seemed to think of it. She turned her eyes, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and raised her hand to write down her poems.

Shuiyue is rubbing ink on one side while watching an Hibiscus write. Her expression changes from stupefied to surprise. The girl's writing style is so good! Why didn't she expect it to be like this!

An Hibiscus handed in the paper ahead of time, which made other young ladies who were still thinking hard panic.

The scene here and now made her come back to the time of organizing learning and training in a trance. At this time, the whole organization answered questions quietly. She handed in the papers one by one, so that all the people could show their adoring eyes, and her head would not leave the classroom. The rest of the people scratched their brains and scratched their cheeks.