Playing bad and eating melons: The whole court is laughing? No, no

Chapter 288 Pick You Up

When the gong was about to ring, Jiang Yueyang and the other two got up and returned to the pavilion where Jiang Xun was in order to avoid suspicion.

Although she had heard some unpleasant gossip before, Jiang Yueyang still asked Jiang Xun with a smile if he had the confidence to take the lead.

Jiang Xun shook his head, "No, but it won't be too bad."

"It's alright. I heard that your Majesty has the works of the Saint of Literature and Saint of Painting in his private collection. I'll find a chance to ask your Majesty for them."

Jiang Xun curled his lips and looked at the third prince. This was also a child who relied on his strength to betray his father.

Jiang Yueyang held Jiang Xun's arm and murmured, "I wonder how long we have to wait."

"It will take at least quarter of an hour." Xu Zheng retorted.

"So long."

After more than a quarter of an hour, the results of the competition came out faster than expected.

The Sage of Literature and the Sage of Painting each walked out of the pavilion holding a scroll, with Kong Jijiu and the other two standing beside them.

Seeing that the Sage of Literature had no energy to speak, the Sage of Painting said, "After unanimous evaluation by the five of us, the best poem and painting have been chosen.

Now, let me announce the winner of the painting."

The painting master unfolded the scroll in his hand and read aloud: [“The long pavilion stands in silence facing the scorching sun, a steed neighs in the wind beside the snow.” Please indicate the author of this poem or painting and write the next line.]

As the Painting Saint's voice fell, people in every pavilion began to talk.

"Just from the first half of the poem, you can tell it's excellent. I wonder who wrote it. I really want to see his paintings."

"It suddenly occurred to me that the first place winners for poetry and painting...could they be the same person?"

"possible!"

"Who do you think it is?"

"I feel like he's either the beloved disciple of the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting, or the beloved disciple of Master Yuan and Master Zou."

"Don't forget, the top scorer in the Golden Examination, Jiang Xun, is here today. I heard his paintings are even better than his poems!"

At this time, Jiang Xun touched Jiang Yueyang's head lovingly.

"Yangyang, it looks like we can bring home a prize today."

Jiang Yueyang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately grabbed the fence of the pavilion and leaned half of his body out.

Seeing this, Jiang Xun and the Third Prince instinctively reached out to grab her, fearing that she would fall.

Jiang Yueyang broke free from the Third Prince's hand and waved vigorously towards the pavilion, saying, "Mr. Painting Saint, that painting was painted by my brother."

Seeing this, the Painting Saint raised his eyebrows slightly, "Please give the next line."

After Jiang Xun pulled Jiang Yueyang back, he bowed to the Painting Saint and said, "The long pavilion stands in silence facing the scorching sun, while a steed neighs in the wind beside the snow. The gentle breeze blows open a scroll, and the fragrance of plum blossoms fills the deep and secluded path."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone present sighed inwardly, because the top scholar's poem used almost all six words of the title.

Moreover, the winter mood is also well portrayed. More importantly, he won by painting.

Such beautiful poems and paintings, this person must be so talented!

God is indeed unfair.

Not only did he give Master Jiang an excellent family background, but he also gave him unparalleled talent.

Wensheng didn’t even need to check again and said directly: “From this, it can be seen that the first place in painting is Young Master Jiang.

When the results of the poems are out, all the poems and paintings will be posted in the front hall, and you can go and see them then."

After saying this, the Painting Saint reached out and patted the Literature Saint on the shoulder.

Wensheng tried to force a smile, but he couldn't. He could only say expressionlessly, "The result of the poem is in my hands. Please, the winner of 'On a snowy night, the long pavilion is illuminated by a lonely lantern, while the steed, returning home, treads the frosty path.'" Then, please write the next line.

Jiang Yueyang was a little disappointed when she heard the poem recited by Wensheng. She thought that her brother also won the first place in poetry!

"I don't know who wrote this poem, but I hope it wasn't that damn Li Hui."

The system reminded: [Host, you spoke your mind.]

Jiang Yueyang was stunned, then looked around and found that everyone around her was looking at her.

She pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly, "You didn't hear anything just now, right?"

Several people pursed their lips and said nothing.

After a few seconds, Xie Linchuan coughed lightly, then stepped forward, bowed, and said loudly, "On a snowy night, the long pavilion is illuminated by a lonely lantern, while the steed, returning home, treads the frosty path. The gentle breeze unfolds the pages of the book, while the moonlit path is deserted."

Seeing that it was his beloved disciple, Mr. Zou touched his beard with satisfaction.

After listening to the entire poem, Jiang Yueyang had to admit that her brother's poem was slightly inferior.

Although Xie Linchuan's poem uses few words, the artistic conception is very appropriate, and it also conveys a deep emotion and a hint of sadness.

Wensheng added, "The results for poetry and painting are out. Congratulations to the two gentlemen for taking first place."

Jiang Xun and Xie Linchuan bowed respectfully to the Saint of Literature, the Saint of Painting and others, and bowed to each other.

Everyone around was envious and came to congratulate him. Jiang Yueyang jumped up and down beside him, full of joy.

Over there, the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting quietly left Moxiangzhai with their respective disciples.

Afterwards, all the people who came to attend the poetry reading moved to the front hall to view all the poems and paintings.

Jiang Xun received a painting from the Saint of Painting, Kong Jijiu, and Xie Linchuan received a calligraphy from the Saint of Literature, Zou Lao.

Yuan Lao couldn't wait to ask, "Little girl, do you have an answer?"

Jiang Yueyang smiled and shook her head, "Thanks to Mr. Yuan for your kindness, but I'm used to being lazy and not keen on studying.

Moreover, I now hold an official position and do not have much time and energy to deal with other things.

"Yuan Lao's kindness was truly unbearable to Yue Yang."

Seeing that Yuan Lao was about to speak up to fight for it, Jiang Yueyang said, "Becoming a disciple is a big deal, and it is also a binding relationship.

I don't want to be implicated by others, nor do I want to bring harm to others. I hope Mr. Yuan will understand."

Hearing this, Elder Yuan sighed deeply, "Since you have made up your mind, I will not force you. However, if one day you suddenly want to become my disciple, I will still welcome you."

Jiang Yueyang smiled and said, "If that day ever comes, I will definitely go to you to become your disciple."

She was worried about something, so she said, "Brother, Mr. Kong, Mr. Yuan, Mr. Zou, I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

Jiang Xun didn't say anything. Yangyang was brought here by Kong Jijiu, and he had to approve it.

Kong Jijiu didn't keep her, nodded and said, "Go back."

Hearing this, Jiang Yueyang bowed to him and turned to leave. The Third Prince and Ye Wuhen also left with her.

The three of them walked outside and soon reached the door. Then, they saw a person waiting at the door.

As soon as the man saw Jiang Yueyang, he walked towards her and glanced at the two people beside her with indifferent eyes.

Jiang Yueyang smiled happily, "Ayue, why are you here?"

"Pick you up."

Hearing this, Jiang Yueyang turned around and said to the Third Prince without any hesitation: "Your Highness, I will be leaving first."

Without waiting for the Third Prince's response, Jiang Yueyang handed the scroll in his hand to Qingming, "You don't have to follow."

"Girl, cloak." Qingzhi handed over the cloak.

Lu Yunting took the cloak and tied it on Jiang Yueyang in front of the Third Prince and Ye Wuhen.

Watching the two of them walk away, Ye Wuhen couldn't help but exclaim in amazement: "Jiang Yueyang's boyfriend is so handsome!"