The papers were graded on the spot. Fu Yuewen and the other elders were all experts in the literary world. They could tell at a glance whether the papers were good or bad, and could give the corresponding marks in an instant.
Everyone was invited outside the hall to take a break and wait for the results.
"Brother, I didn't expect to meet you again." Wang Zhuo came to Yang Xuan's side, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Hahaha, you're too kind!" Yang Xuan also cupped his fists.
"How should I address you?" Wang Zhuo continued.
"My name is Ren Woxing. How is it? Domineering, right? "Yang Xuan purposely made a proud expression.
Everyone frowned. Yang Xuan's expression was really annoying. They couldn't figure out how he entered the semi-finals.
At this moment, a word appeared in everyone's mind: underhanded manipulation.
Some of them even had a sneer on their faces.
The Princess's Groom Selection was such an important event. There was actually someone who dared to manipulate under the table.
Jin Chengfeng also frowned as he looked at Yang Xuan, trying to guess his identity.
Wang Zhuo's tanned face had a trace of undetectable contempt. He cupped his fists at Yang Xuan and didn't say anything else.
Everyone was talking to each other, but they deliberately avoided Yang Xuan, isolating him.
Yang Xuan didn't care. He still had a look on his face that said, "You don't understand me."
After a while, everyone was invited into the hall again.
Fu Yuewen was still expressionless. However, his gaze fell on Yang Xuan, and there was a trace of shock in his eyes.
The elders behind him also intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Yang Xuan, and there was shock in their eyes.
Fu Yuewen saw that everyone had entered, and cleared his throat. "The last three in the first round of theory examination are Mi Zhiyuan, Jiang Haowen, and Yu Huamao."
The faces of the three people whose names were called out flushed red. Their knowledge was limited, so they weren't surprised by this result. However, they were more or less ashamed to be called out as the last three in front of everyone.
Fu Yuewen continued, "Third place goes to Jin Chengfeng."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Jin Chengfeng with encouragement in his eyes, as if he knew Jin Chengfeng.
Everyone's gaze fell on Jin Chengfeng. Some of them even had looks of envy in their eyes.
If he got a good result in the first round, it would affect his performance later on.
Yang Xuan glanced at Jin Chengfeng, only to see a smile on Jin Chengfeng's face. He was neither happy nor sad, so he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Second in the top three, Yan Yizhu."
Yan Yixiu was the scholar who spoke first. At this moment, there was no complacency on his face. His brows were even furrowed.
He thought highly of himself, and with the addition of his family's scholarly background, he was extremely conceited about his literary talent. In the first round of the literary talent competition, he was already determined to get first place, and would not allow others to interfere.
However, he never expected that when the results were announced, he was not first, but second. There was actually another person ranked above him. This made him unable to believe it. Could it be that there was someone with better literary talent than him?
He was waiting for Fu Yuewen to announce the first person. He wanted to see who it was.
Fu Yuewen didn't make him wait for long. His gaze fell on Yang Xuan. After looking at him for a long time, he then slowly said, "First in the top three, Ren Woxing!"
"What?" The first person to react wasn't Yan Yixiu, but Wang Zhuo.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Xuan beside him, and an extremely shocked expression appeared on his face.
The others were also stunned. Following that, their gazes fell on Yang Xuan. The expression in their eyes was no different from Wang Zhuo's, and they were all shocked.
Just now in the courtyard, they all heard Yang Xuan's self-introduction and knew that this person was Ren Woxing. However, they really couldn't believe that such a vulgar person who kept on calling him father was actually first?
Yan Yixiu was also looking at Yang Xuan. His eyes were filled with disbelief. If it was another person ranked above him, he could still accept it. However, the person who was ranked above him was actually this vulgar man. How could he accept it so calmly?
Fu Yuewen announced the other people's results. Among them, Wang Zhuo's results were also ranked very high.
"If everyone has no other questions, the second round will begin immediately." Fu Yuewen looked at Yang Xuan again and said in a clear voice.
"Wait!" Yan Yixiu was the first to speak. He cupped his hands at Fu Yuewen and said, "Elder Fu, we all want to hear what kind of work this Brother Ren has to be able to take the lead and rank above us."
His question was also the question of everyone. Some people even began to suspect that there was some kind of under-the-table manipulation involved.
Fu Yuewen looked at Yan Yixiu with a displeased expression.
Yan Yixiu's words made it clear that he didn't believe his judgment. This was already considered an offense to him.
However, when he saw Yang Xuan's sloppy appearance, he also felt relieved. Yang Xuan's appearance was really too vulgar. It was no wonder that everyone didn't believe it.
After pondering for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay, I will read Young Master Ren Woxing's masterpiece once. Whether I can win first place or not will be judged by everyone."
Then, he took out Yang Xuan's paper and read it aloud.
"When will the moon be bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to ride the wind and return home, but I'm afraid it's too cold at the top. Dancing with the clear shadow, how is it like being in the human world? Turning the red pavilion, low and beautiful, shining without sleep. Should not hate, how can the moon be round when we part? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter has been difficult since ancient times. I hope that people will last long, thousands of miles apart, and the beauty of the moon. "
After a poem of only a hundred words was recited, the hall fell into silence. One could hear a pin drop.
Yang Xuan was keenly aware that there was a strange fluctuation coming from behind the screen.
The expression on Wang Zhuo's face was very wonderful. He stared blankly at Yang Xuan, his eyes full of disbelief.
Although his literary talent was not as good as Yan Yixiu's, he still had a certain level of attainment. In his eyes, Yang Xuan had always been an extremely vulgar man. Every time he opened his mouth, he would say something like this. If someone were to say that he had any literary talent, Wang Zhuo would be the first to not believe it.
But now? Such a poem that was destined to be passed down through the ages was actually written by him. Such a strong contrast really made him not know how to react.
Jin Chengfeng was also a little stunned. He kept muttering, "I hope that people will live long, thousands of miles apart, we share the beauty of the moon … A masterpiece through the ages, a masterpiece through the ages …"
At this moment, he was directly convinced. He was overwhelmed by Yang Xuan's literary talent.
Among the crowd, there were many people with literary talent. At this time, they were also repeatedly savoring it. The more they read, the more they felt that the artistic conception contained in the poem was too beautiful. The feelings expressed were not something that ordinary people could imagine. It was really a masterpiece through the ages.
For a moment, Yang Xuan became the focus of everyone.
Yan Yixiu was stunned. He opened his mouth wide, but his eyes were not looking at Yang Xuan. Instead, he stared blankly at the paper in Fu Yuewen's hand. The ink might not even be dry yet.
Among the crowd, his literary talent was the highest. When a poem entered his ears, he could tell whether it was good or bad. However, when Yang Xuan's poem entered his ears, he was stunned and could not judge.
As the saying goes, the more you know, the more you know. He was in such a situation now.
He wanted to belittle the poem, but when he opened his mouth, he did not say anything.
He did not dare to judge the poem at all. The artistic conception of the poem was not something that he could judge.
"Elder Fu, may I ask what the name of this poem is?" After a long while, he asked Fu Yuewen in a daze.
"When will the moon be bright?" Fu Yuewen sighed in his heart. How could he not see the expression on Yan Yixiu's face? At the same time, he deeply understood.
For a person to be defeated in what he was best at, this kind of blow was too great.
If Yang Xuan's poem was only slightly better than Yan Yixiu's, it would be fine. As the saying goes, "There is no first place in literature." Whether or not one could write a good poem depended on the time and place.
However, Yang Xuan's poem, "When will the moon be bright?" was simply too amazing. It had far surpassed the others. When he first saw it, he was stunned.
It could be said that even with his literary skills, he did not dare to judge this poem.
This was a poem that was destined to be passed down through the ages. And he was the first person to see this poem. If he commented on it, it would be passed down through the ages along with this poem.
Therefore, he did not dare to judge at all. He was afraid that he would make a mistake and become a laughing stock.
He looked at Yang Xuan. In his heart, he already had selfish thoughts. He wanted to take Yang Xuan's examination paper back home and frame it as a family heirloom and pass it down through the generations.
There was no need to be surprised by Fu Yuewen's thoughts. Faced with the first manuscript of a poem that was destined to be passed down through the ages, it was destined to become a treasure that people would fight to collect in the future. If he did not take it for himself now, when would he?
Yan Yixiu was stunned for a long while before regaining his senses. After taking a deep breath, he bowed deeply to Yang Xuan and said, "Brother Ren, I've learned something!"
At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Yang Xuan anymore.
His threat level began to rise infinitely in everyone's hearts.
Yang Xuan laughed, but his face still had that vulgar look.
"You dare to compete with me in literary skills, hmph!" At this moment, he looked down on the mountains and was possessed by the souls of the eight great families of Tang and Song.
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