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

Chapter 282: The Saint of Literature and Painting

Jiang Yueyang nodded repeatedly, "Mr. Yuan, although I don't think women are inferior to men, I am a woman."

"I know."

"then you……"

"So what if I'm a girl? I only accept disciples based on their talent and character."

Meanwhile, on the other side, the person sent by Wensheng to invite Jiang Yueyang said respectfully, "Mr. Wensheng, that young master has been invited by Elder Yuan."

Wen Sheng glanced at the pavilion where Elder Yuan was and said, "Never mind, I'll invite him over later. The time has come, let's get started."

As his voice fell, a loud gong sound spread throughout the garden.

Those who came to attend the poetry reading put down what they were doing and walked to the edge of the pavilion to look at the largest pavilion.

The Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting appeared together, with two disciples and their disciples standing behind them.

Wensheng spoke first, "Today, Brother Zhu Jin and I are hosting a poetry and painting gathering. Our goal is to connect with friends through poetry and painting. I hope you will not let a momentary difference in status ruin the harmony and lose your gentlemanly manners."

The painting master Zhu Jin then spoke: "In this poetry and painting gathering, regardless of family background, only the quality of poetry and painting will be considered.

I believe you all already know in advance that the winner of this poetry and painting competition will receive a calligraphy or a painting from me or Brother Yi An, or both.

The rules are simple. Brother Yi An and I will give you a topic. You will write a poem on the spot and then draw a picture based on the artistic conception of the poem.

Finally, I, Brother Yi An, Elder Yuan, Elder Zou, and Master Kong will jointly determine the best candidate."

Wen Sheng added: "In order to ensure fairness, no signatures are allowed during this on-site poetry writing session, and those who sign will be eliminated directly.

After the best one is identified, we will provide the first half of the sentence and the author will provide the second half to verify the identity.

As for the paintings, you will need to attach your own poems to them. After selecting the best one, we will provide the first half and the author will provide the second half to verify his identity.

You are welcome to participate; it is not mandatory. Finally, the creation time is one hour, starting after one stick of incense."

After saying this, the Sage of Literature and the Sage of Painting nodded to everyone and then retreated back to the pavilion.

Mr. Zou glanced at the young people in the pavilion and asked with a smile, "Do you want to participate?"

"I'm just here to watch the fun." Ye Wuhen was the first to say that he would not participate.

"Boring." The third prince was not interested in participating either.

At this time, Mr. Zou and Mr. Yuan's eyes fell on Jiang Yueyang and his sister at the same time.

"I have long admired Mr. Wensheng's calligraphy and Mr. Huasheng's paintings." Jiang Xun meant that he participated.

"What about you?" Old Yuan looked at Jiang Yueyang.

Jiang Yueyang smiled and shook her head, "I can't draw, so I won't show off."

“If you can’t paint, you can write poetry.”

"Forget it, I can't win anyway, why waste time."

Yuan Lao hoped that she would participate and persuaded her again: "How do you know that you can't win if you don't try?

Judging from the couplets you just wrote, your attainments in poetry are not much behind ours."

When these words were spoken, the young people present were shocked. What Mr. Yuan said was a very high praise!

Jiang Yueyang still shook his head, "Mr. Yuan and Mr. Zou must have never seen my brother's poems, right?"

Following her words, the two of them looked at Jiang Xun and sized him up.

Jiang Xun was a low-key person who rarely showed off his talent. Mr. Yuan and Mr. Zou had also heard Jiang Xun's poems, but only the one he wrote during the palace examination.

The poem was excellent, but they were not yet completely sure of Jiang Xun's attainments in poetry.

Jiang Yueyang continued, "I'm not exaggerating, my brother is extremely talented in poetry and painting.

Of those present, I believe only the Sage of Literature and the Sage of Painting, as well as their disciples, can compete with my brother."

Hearing these words, Jiang Xun coughed shyly. Then he reached out and gently tugged at Jiang Yueyang's sleeve, signaling her to be more modest.

"Hahaha..." Elder Yuan suddenly burst into laughter. "Hearing your confident praise, I'm even more looking forward to Master Jiang's performance."

"I will definitely not let you down." Jiang Yueyang responded confidently.

Although Jiang Xun was confident, he still felt a little pressured.

Yangyang spoke so confidently all of a sudden. If she didn't perform well, wouldn't she be too embarrassed to face anyone?

By then...Alas~

Old Yuan smiled and stood up. "After the poetry meeting, I hope Miss Jiang will give me an answer."

Zou Lao and Kong Jijiu also stood up. Zou Lao said, "We are going to Wensheng's place. You guys stay here and wait for the questions."

Jiang Yueyang and others stood up to see him off. Kong Jijiu patted Jiang Xun on the shoulder when he passed by him.

After the three people left, the disciples of Master Zou and Master Yuan and Jiang Xun got to know each other.

The disciple brought by Mr. Zou was his last disciple, named Xie Linchuan. He was only fifteen years old this year and was preparing to take the imperial examination next year.

He Minggang was in his early twenties and had great knowledge, but he was not interested in officialdom. He preferred to live among the mountains and rivers and loved the life of a free and easy wanderer.

Xu Zheng walked over to Jiang Yueyang and asked for his opinion, "Master Jiang, do you think I should join in?"

"If you want to participate, just join. What's there to hesitate about?"

Xu Zheng nodded. "Although I definitely won't win, it's enough for the Sage of Literature to take a look at my poem!"

"Then you have quite low expectations for yourself."

At this time, the Third Prince also stood up and walked over and said, "Jiang Yueyang, since you are not going to participate anyway, come out with me to eat something, I'm hungry."

Jiang Yueyang's heart was moved, but after thinking about it, she refused.

"Your Highness, please go and eat by yourself. I wish to stay here and admire the masterpieces of the Master of Literature and the Master of Painting to see if they are truly worth a fortune."

"Their works are in my father's private collection. If you want to see them, I can ask him to borrow them." The third prince emphasized again, "I'm hungry."

Jiang Yueyang thought he was troublesome, but as a subject she couldn't turn a blind eye.

So, after thinking for a moment, she said, "Wait a minute, I'll find you something to eat."

After saying that, Jiang Yueyang walked out of the pavilion.

"I'll go with you." The third prince followed.

"No need." Jiang Yueyang turned around and refused decisively, "Your Highness is not allowed to come with me, otherwise you will starve."

Hearing this, the Third Prince could only stand still and watch her walk away.

Jiang Xun withdrew his gaze and inadvertently met Ye Wuhen's gaze again, frowning slightly.

Ye Wuhen smiled at him, then avoided his gaze and drank his tea.

As soon as Elder Yuan and Kong Jijiu sat down, Wen Sheng couldn't help but ask, "Elder Yuan, how knowledgeable is that young master?"

As soon as Master Yuan heard who he was asking about, he smiled and replied, "I want to take her in as my disciple."

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the Saint of Literature and the Saint of Painting. Anyone who could make Master Yuan want to accept him as a disciple must be very knowledgeable.

"In that case, we'll have to take a closer look. I wonder if he'll show off his skills?"

Elder Yuan shook his head. "She's a low-key person and doesn't want to be too ostentatious. If she wins, it'll probably undermine the confidence of many people."

"When Mr. Yuan said that, I became even more curious."

The Painting Saint also became interested, "I wonder what his talent is in painting?"

"She...is not good at painting."

The Painting Saint was stunned, somewhat surprised.

***

When the incense stick was almost burned out, Jiang Yueyang returned to the pavilion.

She placed the food box in front of the Third Prince, and then took out a plate of fried chicken wings, a roujiamo and a can of Coke.

"Eat."

Afterwards, she gave each of the other five people a roujiamo, and Jiang Xun also had an extra portion of fruit salad.

Ye Wuhen looked at the plate of fried chicken wings in front of the Third Prince, which looked like they came from a bucket of chicken wings, and shouted, "Jiang Yueyang, I want to eat fried chicken wings and drink Coke, too."

Jiang Yueyang glanced at him and said, "If you don't want to eat it, give it back to me."

She bought all these foods in the mall, including the retro lunch box.

"I didn't say I don't want to eat it." Ye Wuhen immediately took a bite of the roujiamo.

At this time, a stick of incense burned out and the gong sounded again.