Chapter 9: Answer

Ying Li's slender jade hand reached out to the red cloth, gently lifted the questions inside, then made a gesture of invitation, and then retreated behind the screen of the tulle.

When the people below saw her retreat, they immediately rushed up and couldn't wait to know what questions there would be. Seeing this scene, Huo Yun couldn't help saying, "It seems that it's still a little difficult for us to squeeze to the front to see."

"What's so difficult? As long as we tell our identity, they don't make way," Huo Yuan said disdainfully.

Shangguan Tian looked at the people in front of him and said to Xiao Si, "Go and find a way for me."

is the young master.

"Shangguan wants to watch the poetry, please make way." Xiao Si said to the crowd.

When they heard that someone was going to forcefully squeeze over, everyone was suddenly a little dissatisfied, but when they heard that it was actually a person from the Shangguan family, they immediately consciously made way. Who is a high-ranking official!

When Shangguan Tian saw the question in front of him, he was immersed in it and thought carefully.

Huo Yun and Huo Yuan also came to the front by this method, but when he was in the crowd, it was obvious that two other people came in with this method.

Brother Sangchen didn't know what the question was this time, but the last time it puzzled the two of us.

Maybe it will surprise us this time?

Sang Chen looked at him and said with a smile, "I said, don't you want to be her guest of the curtain? She is a beautiful generation."

"Hahaha, brother, what are you talking about? Of course I thought about it, but this is also what blessed people think. I can only sigh that my talent is shallow."

Go and have a look. With that, the two of them came over accompanied by Xiao Si.

When Shangguan Tian saw the arrival of the two, his eyes couldn't help but look cold and thought secretly, "They also came this time. I know that they are much higher than their own knowledge, and they are the students of Dr. Murong like him. I'm afraid it's a little difficult to succeed this time."

Sang Chen and the two of them couldn't help laughing when they saw Shangguan Tian in front of him: "It seems that someone is more anxious than us."

Walking to the list, he couldn't help punching Shangguan Tian, "Shangguan brothers are all right."

Shangguan Tian also had to return a salute: "It's okay."

They didn't care. They turned their heads and looked at the title in front of the list. They directly ignored Huo Yun and Huo Yuan, and such people did not pose any threat to them.

I didn't expect that Jing Zhaoyin's son and Sang Chen, the son of the imperial historian Sang Hongyang, also came, but I don't have a deep impression on them in my memory. I think it's because I don't have much intersection with them.

Seeing Huo Yuan and the arrival of Huo Yun, Shangguan Tian couldn't help snorting coldly: "Those who don't learn and have no skills actually come to answer questions."

Huo Yun didn't care about his cold hum, and his eyes looked at the list.

There are three questions above. The first question is a word puzzle, and the second and third questions are about writing a poem in spring and autumn.

The class capacity of the first question is.

The body is square and hard. Although you can't say it, you must respond to your words - fight for something.

Seeing the title, Huo Yun couldn't help pondering, and the originally noisy hall suddenly calmed down, and everyone was thinking about this topic.

"brush," at this time, a voice sounded, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the dancer fan said proudly.

Ying Li behind the screen said, "That prince answered wrongly. I don't know who else knows the answer."

Huo Yun couldn't help laughing when he looked at the lantern riddle: "This lantern riddle is too simple. I just thought about it for a moment and knew the answer.

Sang Chen patted the fan and said lightly, "Isn't this just a small inkstone?"

"Congratulations on answering the first question correctly. Now please answer the second question," a sweet voice floated out from behind the screen.

Seeing that it was writing poetry, the following scholars couldn't help but become active. Guessing that the lantern riddles may not be their opponents, but do they write poems? Not necessarily. No scholar can write one or two songs in this era.

So three or five groups gathered together to discuss.

Looking at this topic, Huo Yun suddenly felt bored for a while. While everyone was discussing, he got out of the crowd and found a place to sit down and rest quietly.

"Doesn't the young master write?" Xiaoding asked the prince curiously.

Huo Yun couldn't help but glance at him strangely and looked at Xiaoding with bursts of hair in his heart.

Miss Yingli made a song next, and the scholar recited it softly.

April is sunny and rainy, and Nanshan is clear.

There are no willow catkins due to the wind, only sunflowers to the sun.

This poem implicitly expresses the prince's affection for Yingli, and of course the scholars also understand it.

There were bursts of cheering below. Obviously, the attainments of this poem are not low. Yingli whispered a few times and couldn't help whispering, "You are so talented. I don't know who else has done it."

Although some of the people below had already done it, they felt that they were much worse than that person at that time, so no one answered.

The prince who made this poem saw that his poem was affirmed by Ying Li, and no one answered immediately raised his head proudly.

There is a poem dedicated to the girl, and Sang Chen read it softly.

The green trees are thick and the spring is long, and the floor is reflection into the pond.

The crystal curtain moved a breeze, and the courtyard was full of roses.

The scholars can hear from here that the attainments of this song are obviously higher than the previous one, and they can't help admiring his talent.

Ying Li's eyes suddenly lit up and secretly believed that this Sang Chen's talent was indeed very shallow, worthy of being a doctoral student.

At this time, Shangguan Tian was racking his brains to think about the relevant poems, but after thinking about it, he was also not thinking about good poems. Seeing Huo Yun sitting in the back, he couldn't help smiling coldly at the corners of his mouth.

said in Xiao Si's ear, "Go to the back..." After explaining the matter, he looked coldly at Huo Yun sitting in his seat, "Huh! At that time, I'll see how you can sit down.

Ying Li heard such a good poem and no one continued to write a poem, and was preparing to announce the passage of Sang Chen.

"suddenly a voice sounded from behind!" Mr. Huo Yun has a poem for the girl.

Wo! The scholars turned their heads in surprise.

"That's not the unlearned son of the Huo family. How can he write poetry?" The scholars suddenly discussed in a low voice.

Even Huo Yun, who was drinking tea, almost spit out the tea in his mouth. He obviously heard the sound coming from the crowd. Obviously, someone wanted to see him make a fool of himself in front of many soldiers.

There is no need to ask, and you will know that Shangguan Tian has a problem with himself.

I couldn't help looking at him coldly.

Sang Chen thought that another tall man had come. When he saw that it was Huo Yun, he was immediately happy. He held his hand and looked at Huo Yun, waiting for his performance.

Xiao Si whispered a few words in his ear, and Sang Chen suddenly realized that he said to the Qing beside him, "This Huo Yun actually offended Shangguan Tian and is still conscious. This time we can watch the performance again."

Tang Qing looked at Huo Yun and smiled without saying anything.

Looking at him, Huo Yun knew that this matter was inevitable.

"Brother Huo, you really have better poems," Huo Yuan walked up to him and asked curiously.

Huo Yun couldn't help staring at him fiercely.

Shangguan Tian looked at the hesitant Huo Yun and immediately sneered, "Why, didn't Mr. Huo just say that there was a poem to be dedicated to Miss Yingli?"

Looking at the proud Shangguantian, Huo Yun stood up with a smile.

Since Mr. Shangguan said so, I will also give a poem to Miss Yingli.

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