After a long time, someone sighed,"Once this phrase is out, Yang Yi's name will spread throughout the world!"”
The surrounding people nodded. They were already powerless to praise him. Any praise seemed powerless in front of this poem.
Song Xiuwen's face was pale, and the hand holding the folding fan was devoid of blood. He wanted to speak, but he realized that his voice was dry and hoarse. Cold sweat dripped down his pale face. He knew that he had lost, and there was no suspense in his defeat. In front of this poem, there was no need to argue. Anyone with a discerning eye could see it.
Yang Yi looked at Song Xiuwen and said with a faint smile,""Young Master Song, are you still not going to fulfill your bet?"
Song Xiuwen's face was pale. His father's stern face flashed across his mind. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Young Master Song?" N
Yang Yi was stunned. This person's mental fortitude was too poor. He fainted just like that?
The surrounding people were in a flurry. Song Xiuwen's status was not low after all, so it was impossible for him to fall here just like that.
Zhao Ji waved his hand, and the waiter ran over to carry Song Xiuwen away.
He said to Yang Yi,"You've won. Feel free to ask for anything!"”
Ding! He won the first place in the Begonia Poetry Festival and became famous in Bianjing. He received fireworks x5.
Defeat Song Xiuwen. Reward: Brewing Recipe
Yang Yi's head swelled as countless recipes related to brewing wine flooded into his mind. His pocket felt a little heavy. He touched the fireworks rewarded by the system.
He cupped his hands at Zhao Ji and said,"I have admired Your Majesty's calligraphy for a long time. Please give me a piece of calligraphy."”
Zhao Ji had seen Yang Yi's natural calligraphy, and he felt proud after being praised by him.
Usually, he didn't feel anything when his subordinates flattered him, but now that he was flattered by a calligraphy master like Yang Yi, he couldn't help but feel a little smug.
"What do you want?" Zhao Ji laughed.”
Yang Yi walked up and whispered a few words.
Zhao Ji looked at Yang Yi with a complicated expression and said,""Are you sure you only want these few words?"
Yang Yi cupped his hands and said,"This commoner only needs these few words."”
Zhao Ji didn't say anything else. He picked up the brush and waved his hand. His brush technique was experienced and had the embryonic form of the thin gold body. Today, when he saw Yang Yi's calligraphy, he had an epiphany and seemed to have achieved great success in calligraphy.
Not long after, a piece of calligraphy was completed. Yang Yi put it away and bowed.
Zhao Ji looked at the tall and straight young man in front of him and said,""Yang Yi, have you attended this year's exam?”
"This commoner is participating," Yang Yi said.
Zhao Ji looked at him deeply and said,""I hope to see you in the court examinations next year."
With that, he waved his sleeves and turned to leave.
Behind him, there was a constant stream of respectful greetings.
Zhao Qianwei glanced at him and met his gaze. Her fair and porcelain-like face seemed to be on fire. Her beautiful eyes swept over him, and her long black eyelashes fluttered."You... Take the exam well and get a Top Scorer. Don't stay with the Li family's wife.”
After saying that, she picked up her skirt and jogged out.
Yang Yi sighed. He wasn't stupid. Zhao Qianwei could say that she admired his talent the first time, but she had helped him time and time again. How could he not see through her thoughts? Zhao Ji's arrival this time probably had something to do with her.
As he thought about it, Yang Yi actually felt a little smug. He didn't even have a girlfriend in his previous life, but in this life, he was actually pursued by a princess. Fate was strange and unpredictable.
Suddenly, he was stunned. He remembered that Zhao Qianwei had taken away the Yanqiu Ci he had written and didn't leave it for him.
The Yanqiu Ci and the grandmaster-level calligraphy would definitely be worth a lot in the future. Yang Yi had planned to keep it for himself, but he did not expect it to be taken away.
Seeing him shaking his head and sighing, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but ask curiously,"What's wrong with you?"
Yang Yi voiced his thoughts.
Li Qingzhao burst into laughter, as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming.
Yang Yi stared at her blankly. Li Qingzhao usually didn't show such an expression. She usually had a demure and ladylike posture. He had almost forgotten that she was only seventeen years old.
Li Qingzhao was a little embarrassed by his stare. It was as if a layer of rouge had been smeared on his face, spreading to his fair neck.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.”
Yang Yi rubbed his nose and said,"What is Sister Qingzhao laughing about?"”
Li Qingzhao rolled his eyes at him." I'm laughing at someone who wants to collect his own calligraphy and pass it down through the ages."”
Yang Yi smiled helplessly. This girl didn't see his calligraphy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have said that.
Of course, she was right. She seemed to be too narcissistic.
"People still need to have dreams. What if they come true?" Yang Yi laughed.”
"You always say strange things, but you're quite interesting." Li Qingzhao pursed his lips and smiled.”
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