Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

Then Wang Qinghan did not whet everyone's appetite. After reading Ling Yun's Ambition, he immediately moved his beautiful eyes slightly downward and began to read poems.

"I have ambitions in my heart,...................................... ....................."

"........................................ ....., parting the clouds and mist, you can see the bright moon.”

Wang Qinghan read the paper in his hand, his beautiful eyes widened slightly, and his beautiful eyes trembled slightly, filled with surprise.

I was deeply amazed by the lines in this poem.

Especially the last sentence, parting the clouds and seeing the bright moon.

Clear the clouds and see the bright moon.

Isn't this what he personally experienced just now? When he saw the clouds and fog dissipating and the bright moon appeared, he came up with this sentence, parting the clouds and seeing the bright moon!

The charm, the artistic conception, and the connotation are all just right.

It not only shows the ambition in his heart, but also vividly displays the feeling of breaking the darkness and regaining the light.

With the help of Wang Qinghan's immersive voice, everyone present even felt a little trapped.

He looked dazed, replaying this verse in his mind.

Clear the clouds and see the bright moon.

What a way to clear the clouds and see the bright moon!

It's really wonderful, extremely wonderful.

After Lang Zimiu heard this complete poem, he was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that this boy could write so well?

Clear the clouds and see the bright moon?

I seem to be somewhat familiar with the seven words.

This kid can do it.

Lang Zimiu muttered in his heart, and now he has dissipated the trace of anxiety he had just now. It doesn't matter whether you are a protagonist template or not, anyway, I, Lang Zimiu, will use you as a tool.

The entire scene suddenly fell silent and fell into a strange atmosphere.

When Ye Fan said this, the excitement on his face could not be suppressed.

The guy who thought he had won the first place was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils trembling slightly.

He was still listening to Ye Fan's joke, but as a result, the verse was also read out, and his expression immediately changed from the original expression of wanting to see a joke to an expression as if he had eaten shit.

I thought it was impossible, impossible! ! 1

impossible! ! ! ! ! ! !

This cannot be the poem he wrote himself11! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

He is a man of literary talent, so he can naturally tell who is better between his own poems and Ye Fan's poems.

This depends not only on the words, but also on the charm and charm, but also on the artistic conception and the situation of the scene, the artistic conception expressed in the poem and the atmosphere of the scene.

Even though he may be able to compete with Ye Fan in terms of poetic lyrics, but with the blessing of artistic conception and this kind of real performance on the spot, he can't compare with Ye Fan, especially when everyone just watched Ye Fan sing at the last moment. , watching the clouds and mists dissipate, created the poem about setting aside the clouds and mists to see the bright moon!

This real and impressive artistic conception is a huge plus.

Wang Qinghan, who was on the stage, was also entranced for a few breaths, then slowly came back to his senses, and placed Ye Fan's paper in the shortlisted area, and deliberately placed it in the most central position.

Then she continued to pick up the paper at the back without any hesitation.

Even Ye Fan's poems made her forget for a moment why she chose to read these poems. She wanted to embarrass this rich kid, this guy who didn't pay attention to this literary competition.

The same was true for everyone present. They were all in no mood to continue listening. They all felt that Mark had already won.

However, Lang Zimiu sat in his original position, slightly curling his lips, and still had an expression as if he had a winning ticket, very casual and calm.

Some people also noticed his expression, and they all showed expressions of surprise and confusion. They didn't know why he looked like this, as if he was about to win the first place.

He is obviously a rich kid who finished writing in a pot of tea.

This is what most people think.

Wang Qinghan on the stage continued to read, but the following verses seemed particularly pale compared to Ye Fan's verses.

It can't even make everyone show any emotional fluctuations.

But immediately, while Wang Qinghan was reading, he accidentally glanced at Lang Zimiu again. Seeing his calm and calm expression, as if he was about to win the first prize, his expression froze slightly, and then Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of sullenness.

Because the position where Lang Zimiu was done was quite central, she could see it at a glance.

Because the paper was collected from front to back regularly, and she knew which row each servant who came to hand in the paper belonged to.

Lang Zimiu's column happens to be at the bottom.

Then based on the position of Lang Zimiu in the middle, she can determine which paper Lang Zimiu is.

This kind of thing is simply not too simple for a cultivator of immortality.

But that alone was not enough. Only she knew Lang Zimiu's poems. Even if she could read them out, she would not be able to embarrass Lang Zimiu and make him pay the price for not taking this important occasion seriously.

So she finished reading another one.

He stopped for a moment and looked at Lang Zimiu.

For a moment, Wang Qinghan suddenly stopped talking in the crowd, and they all came back to their senses immediately, and looked in the direction she was looking. When they saw that they were looking at Lang Zimiu, they were all slightly startled, and curiosity immediately arose in their hearts, thinking about Wang Qinghan What is this for?

Lang Zimiu himself also had his eyes slightly focused, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

What is this for?

What are you looking at me for?

Am I too handsome?

"Sir, can you tell me your name?"

Wang Qinghan said this, looking at Lang Zimiu, she was really a little angry.

I feel that Lang Zimiu's way of showing that he is here for fun, without covering up at all, is completely desecrating and blaspheming the word "literary".

Wang Qinghan couldn't help but start writing it in less than five minutes, and acted as if he was going to win the first prize, which really made Wang Qinghan unbearable.

She must make this guy who looks like a playboy embarrass himself in front of everyone.

oh?

Lang Zimiu was slightly surprised when he was suddenly asked his name.

But he replied immediately:

"Suffering."

Damn it, yes, he used this fake name, the fake name he created with Wang Xin.

Disaster?

Hearing this, everyone immediately began to speculate in their hearts, thinking about the Shen family, and the first thing they thought about was the Shen family.

But there is only one Shen family south of Huaiyuan, and it is a second-rate family. I have never heard that the Shen family has such a handsome and handsome son.

After hearing Lang Zimiu's reply, Wang Qinghan still didn't give up, and continued to talk in Yuyin:

"I hope that everyone who comes to participate in this literati competition will do so as a literati."

After saying this, Wang Qinghan stopped talking, and everyone immediately understood the connotation of his words.

Who else could I be talking about if I wasn't talking about this disaster?

At this moment, Lian Qingqiu was still sitting on Lang Zimiu's lap, looking very intimate. He didn't care at all that this was a literati competition and it was a place where he should be more reserved.

Hearing Wang Qinghan's connotation, Lian Qingqiu rolled her eyes, curled her lips slightly under the veil, and cursed this woman several times in her heart.

At the same time, I began to look forward to the way this woman would be slapped in the face after reading the poem written by her master.

He couldn't help but snickered again.

Lang Zimiu looks a little confused?

Are you thinking about how you provoked this woman? Because he snatched the flute she wanted during the day?

Or because of something?

Then Wang Qinghan continued to read.

And he read much faster, obviously because he wanted to get Lang Zimiu's poems quickly, and then make him embarrassed and make him pay for what he was like.

Finally, with only a thin stack of paper left, Wang Qinghan finally read Lang Zimiu's paper.

A look of relief flashed across his eyes, and he picked up Lang Zimiu's paper with his jade hand, then looked at Lang Zimiu and said in a louder voice than before:

"The next one is a poem written by Shen Shang."

Having said that, everyone was looking forward to seeing what this guy who could finish poetry in just a pot of tea would write.

Ye Fan was also a little curious. He didn't know that Lang Zimiu finished writing it in five minutes.

But Lang Zimiu's current appearance as a somewhat frivolous rich boy also made him a little curious, coupled with the deliberate connotation of the talented Wang Qinghan.

As for that guy, he looked lost and depressed, his face full of gloom.

After specifically telling everyone that the poem he was going to read next was Lang Zimiu's poem, Wang Qinghan returned his attention to the paper in his hand and began to continue reading.

"Poem title: Thoughts on a Quiet Night."

After reading the three words Jingyesi, Wang Qinghan was slightly startled, and the look in his eyes that wanted to embarrass Lang Zimiu disappeared.

For a moment, I actually had a wave of self-doubt, wondering if I had misunderstood him?

Did he really write it seriously?

Is it really just that in less than five minutes, a good poem was created in a very good artistic conception?

This Jingyesi also corresponded to the feeling she showed when he was in that state at the beginning.

Not only him, but also everyone below, after hearing this very emotional and artistic title of the poem, they all felt a slight sense of expectation.

I'm looking forward to what verses this guy who wrote this poem in less than a pot of tea time wrote.

As everyone was thinking, Wang Qinghan continued to move her beautiful eyes slightly downward, looked at the first line of poetry below, and subconsciously began to read.

"In front of the table...the bright moonlight..."

When reading the first sentence, it seems that it is just an ordinary opening sentence, and there is nothing surprising about it.

The people below also listened carefully.

Lang Zimiu looked confident, holding Lian Qingqiu in his arms.

There is certainly something in Ye Fan's poem, but I'm sorry, if I take out a poem called "Quiet Night Thoughts", how should you respond?

"I suspect it's frost on the ground..."

Wang Qinghan read out the second sentence smoothly.

Another plain, simple sentence.

"Look up at the bright moon..."

Wang Qinghan read it carefully, and the sullen look in his eyes had completely disappeared, because this poem really has artistic conception, and just reading the first three sentences was not written casually.

She realized that she had misunderstood Lang Zimiu, and a feeling of guilt suddenly arose in her heart, but she immediately dismissed it because what she had to do now was to read the poem completely and properly.

Her beautiful eyes continued to move down, looking at the next verse.

After seeing this poem, her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and a powerful artistic conception suddenly poured into her mind, making her feel a sense of longing inexplicably.

"Bow your head... think of your hometown..."

Lower your head and miss your hometown.

There is moonlight in front of the table.

Suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon.

Lower your head and miss your hometown.

It's just a five-character rhyme poem, just simple and helpless words, simple and unpretentious words, but when combined together, it is so artistic and full of feeling.

in this way........................

Everyone in the audience was replaying this poem in their minds and murmuring softly.

Some ordinary people who had left their hometowns even had tears welling up uncontrollably in their eyes, especially wanting to cry.

In an instant, I was immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

Some people even cried directly.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

I fell into a deep homesickness.

Most of them rely on meager savings to live outside the home and study while living.

Many people have not returned to their hometowns for many years, that is, the small villages on the other side of the wilderness. For a moment, they think of their relatives, and when they think of leaving their hometown, their relatives watch them leave from a distance. This word I can't hold back my desire to cry.

At the same time, this poem also made some people who were particularly disappointed suddenly feel a different kind of emotion.

Yes, so what if we fail?

Let's go home and see?

Go and see your parents and relatives.

As Wang Qinghan finished speaking, the scene immediately fell into silence. Everyone was stuck in the artistic conception of this poem for a long time and could not recover.

Ye Fan had an indescribable expression.

He has been without his parents since he was a child, but he remembers the grandparents who raised him.

I was also touched by Lang Zimiu’s poem.

I even felt for a moment that my poems were not as good as Lang Zimiu's.

There was an inexplicable feeling of loss and frustration.

After a brief pause, Wang Qinghan continued to read.

But it can be seen that her eyes are full of complexity and self-blame.

I feel very ridiculous.

Others have clearly written a particularly good poem, but I still feel...

It can be seen that Lang Zimiu's paper was placed in a similar position to Ye Fan.