Everyone was talking, but Qin Tian didn't take this seriously at all.

For him, a meaningless show-off is not a show-off, so it is better to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

And at this moment, the ninth princess stood up from the crowd.

"Everyone is almost here, let's start now."

After the ninth princess finished speaking, the group began to stand still in their respective ranges.

Several major families, each family member stood together, led by each other's family heads, Qin Tian stood behind Lu Zhanting, and he was regarded as the person that the Lu family valued more.

After standing like this, the ninth princess introduced the other three judges, and after introducing the judges, she talked about the rules again.

"Our competition this time is divided into three rounds, the first round, as long as it is a young talent, you can participate, and from the first round, we will select 30 people to advance, followed by the second round, and then, through the second round, we select 10 people from it to enter the third round of finals, and the final champion can get the lottery set by our poetry club."

The ninth princess said, and then introduced the color head, which is a set of valuable pen, ink, paper and inkstone, which is absolutely priceless for readers.

After everyone saw the colorful head, their eyes suddenly showed light, but Qin Tian smiled lightly, this thing didn't mean anything to him, it was worthless at all.

However, he didn't come today for the lottery head, so he still stood in the crowd and listened.

After the ninth princess introduced a few colorful heads, Kong Yingda stood up and came up with the first question: "You all know that now that Tuyuhun has occupied Qingzhou in the Tang Dynasty, His Royal Highness the King of Qin has already led the troops to rush there, and now he may have left Chang'an City, so you can write a poem with this as the topic." ”

After Kong Yingda finished speaking, he sat down again, and the children of the scholar families who came came worked the desks they had prepared.

When he finished writing, he looked up a little proudly, and then he saw that the others were either meditating or writing hard.

This made him even more proud.

But at this time, his eyes suddenly fell on Qin Tian, and he saw that Qin Tian had already finished writing, and he was chatting with his wife very leisurely.

"Damn, he must have written poorly." Cui Yan thought in his heart, he despised Qin Tian more and more, and he couldn't even write poems praising the good scenery, how good could his poems be?

When everyone was writing, someone had already collected the poems and brought them to the four judges, and there were quite a few people present today, almost a hundred or so people, and there were fifty or sixty people who wrote poems, and it was actually very easy to select thirty people from fifty or sixty people.

Choose one of the two, and most people can pass the first round of the competition.

A group of people's poems were brought up, the ninth princess and Kong Yingda looked at them one by one, and if they thought they were good, they put them on the left, and if they didn't think they could do it, they put them on the right, and they didn't evaluate the ranking, so they only chose thirty of them who they thought could enter the second round.

Several judges watched, but the ninth princess was very curious about Qin Tian's poems, and she had been paying attention to them, so after reading a few other people's poems, the ninth princess finally saw Qin Tian's poems.

She picked up Qin Tian's poem and glanced at it slightly, and after a glance, the whole person couldn't help but be shocked, and said, "Good poem!" ”

The ninth princess had seen several people before, but they didn't have too strong emotional changes, but seeing this sudden good poem, Kong Yingda and they immediately became curious.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, what good poetry?"

The ninth princess said, "Come and see." ”

Kong Yingda and a few people came over to take a look, and one of the big Confucians couldn't help but read:

Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, lonely city looking at Yumen Pass.

"Good mood, good mood."

The man couldn't help but praise as soon as he read two sentences, and when he saw the next two sentences, the whole person's face suddenly flushed red, and he seemed to be very excited, and he didn't know what to do.

At this time, Kong Yingda was relatively calm and read out the next two sentences:

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

After Kong Yingda finished reading, he praised again and again: "Good spirit, good spirit, the yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken, my Tang Dynasty boy should be like this, if it is so, His Royal Highness the King of Qin will definitely return from breaking the enemy." ”

Kong Yingda was excited, and at this time, another Confucian said: "Who is this poem?" ”

Several people hurriedly looked at the payment, only to see that it was written: Qin Tian.

A few people were stunned, thinking of Qin Tian's performance just now, how could they not think of being a talented person, but thinking of the few lines of poems that Qin Tian had circulated before, which one was not amazing to the world?

Perhaps, other people have written hundreds of poems, but I'm afraid they are not as famous as one or two of his, right?

Thinking about it, they were relieved again.

A few judges were so surprised, but the others were far away, not knowing what they were saying, but looking at their expressions, they were obviously amazed by someone's poem.

After these people guessed this, they couldn't help but think in their hearts, several judges must have been amazed by their poems, it must be like this.

On the contrary, Qin Tian didn't seem to take this seriously at all, and was still just chatting with people.

Soon, Kong Yingda and the Ninth Princess selected thirty poems that had been promoted, and ordered someone to paste them on the board that had been prepared a long time ago.

Before the second round, everyone can comment and watch these 30 poems, and if anyone has objections, they can also raise them, but if there are objections, it is ostensibly a doubt about the appreciation ability of the four judges, and these four are everyone, so under normal circumstances, no one dares to stand up.

After these posts came out, everyone else ran over to look at them, but Qin Tian didn't move, Lu Huaniang was a little curious, and said, "Xianggong, don't you want to know if you have been promoted?" ”

Tang Rong also looked at Qin Tian, Qin Tian shrugged: "Don't look at it, it will definitely be promoted, if my poem doesn't make the cut, those judges will be stupid." ”

This was very polite, but fortunately, there was no one else around, Lu Huaniang smiled lightly: "If you don't go to see it, I'll go and see it." ”

"I'll go too!" Tang Rong hurriedly followed.

At this time, Cui Yan was also walking over there, but when he looked up and saw Qin Tian motionless, he suddenly felt that he was not confident in himself when he looked at it, so he simply stopped.

At this time, others had already begun to comment on the poems that had been promoted.

"Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken, good poetry, good poetry, who wrote this?"

After Cui Yan heard this, he pursed his lips, this was not written by him, but he felt that it would definitely not be written by Qin Tian.

However, as soon as he thought so, the others spoke again.

"Oh, Qin Tian...... It turned out to be written by Qin Tian, good poem, good poem......"

(End of chapter)