Chapter 48 Two Games
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Just as Wei Zuo's eyes flashed, Zhou Shao Yang moved.
He walked up to Zhao Yuanke with the scroll and handed it over respectfully.
The crowd below stared intensely at Zhou Shao Yang's back, although they were furious, they didn't dare to speak up at this moment, but their eyes shot towards Zhou Shao Yang's back like sharp knives.
Wei Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had also felt to some extent that the atmosphere in Jinling was gradually changing before, but he didn't expect it to be so severe. From Qin Yun's words, Wei Zhuo could judge that the root cause was still in the imperial court, or even the inner cabinet! But what erupted was outside the capital.
Zhao Yuankui and Wu Fangyuan looked at Zhou Shaoyang's scroll, and for a long time, no one spoke.
Chu Han furrowed his brow, he did come up with one, but it was too forced and artificial. Thinking of Yiyun in his heart, he forcibly hid this couplet in his mind.
The entire venue fell silent, with everyone's eyes fixed on the high platform, staring at Zhao Yuankui. Even the elegant woman who had just emerged from the golden yellow curtain turned her head to glance at the high platform before walking towards Master Yin Kong and Yiyun.
Fu Yan followed beside the woman, his face bright red, hesitating several times before looking at her profile with a lack of confidence and said in a low voice: "Ning sister, that...that..."
The girl looked at him with a glance, her footsteps stopped, her eyes were clear and cold, looking at him lightly.
Fu Yan looked at the elegant woman, his face turned even redder, his chest heaving, and after holding back a big breath, he said loudly: "Ning sister, I've changed my name, I'm Fu Yan!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at 'Ning sister' with a nervous face, obviously he was very afraid of her.
The girl glanced at him lightly and said, "I know."
Fu Rong's face turned bright red with anxiety, and he forced himself to say, "Sister Ning, from now on, don't call me San Niang outside!" His voice trembled with anger and a hint of fear.
The woman looked at him again, and under Fu Yang's evasive gaze and flustered heart, she said softly: "Okay."
Fu Jiong took a light breath, his heart thumping, and looked at the woman with gratitude. He hadn't expected 'Ning sister' to suddenly appear at the Buddhist conference, and as a result, she had called out his childhood name in one sentence. Imagining Wei Zhao's eccentric expression, Fu Jiong was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a pillar to bump into and die.
Fu Yan hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "Ning sister, can you help me tell my sister not to call me 'third wife' in the future?" After finishing speaking, he looked at Ning sister with a hopeful face.
The woman blinked her eyes, seemingly puzzled, and said: "Why don't you tell her yourself?"
Fu Yan's face turned awkward, and he lowered his head, saying: "I... I don't dare."
The woman immediately turned around and sent back a sentence that made Fu Yang almost suffocate with depression.
It's still San Niang.
Under the scorching gaze of the crowd, the incense stick was quickly burned out, and Zhao Yuankui walked to the edge of the high platform with the scroll.
The crowd below had already anticipated the outcome and couldn't help but hold their breath, with eyes blazing like fire.
Zhou Shaoyang let out a long sigh, his face full of spirit and vigor.
"Ah ah ah, indeed, Zhou Shaoyang has won!"
"It's impossible, Chu Han hasn't replied yet..."
"He didn't respond, it's just giving up..."
"What is Zhou Shaoyang right about..."
According to the rules, whoever is right wins, and if Chu Han gives up, Zhou Shao Yang will win by default.
Wei Zhao lowered his head, still pondering what impact the drastic changes in the imperial court would bring to the Wei family.
"It's back, it's back......"
"Everyone be quiet..."
"The first couplet..."
"A field in the mind"
Similarly, dismantling characters is neat and tidy. Everyone has nothing to say, shouting for the second couplet.
"The second couplet..."
"Virtue is abundant where blessings are plentiful; blessings are abundant where virtue is plentiful."
It's also a palindrome couplet. Although it feels a bit forced, it can barely pass. The audience hesitated for a moment and then shouted the third couplet in unison.
"The third tie..."
"Top of the field produces Yu, bottom of the field produces Jia, field after field, electricity is born from the turtle's shell"
As soon as this couplet came out, everyone was silent at first, and then burst out in thunderous applause.
"This sentence doesn't work, it's out of context!"
"That's far-fetched, it doesn't count!"
"People from five provinces cannot become Zhuangyuan..."
But soon everyone fell silent. Wu Fangyuan was seen holding a yellow scroll in his hand - the imperial edict! He stood beside Zhao Yuankui.
The emperor governs by non-action, which not only does no harm to his authority but also makes people more reverent.
The people below fell silent. According to the rules, the winner could choose to challenge one person, regardless of whether they were on or off stage.
The little girl pinched Wei Zhao's shoulder, her small hand didn't use much strength, and whispered in Wei Zhao's ear: "Young master, he won't challenge you too, will he?"
He glanced at Qin Yun and saw his eyes flickering, humming: "Crow's mouth, good things don't come in bad things."
Xiao Yatou listened and instead of worrying, she said with joy: "Young master, go up there and beat these scholars until they're crying and screaming, their teeth are knocked out and swallowed, and they flee in disarray..."
Wei Zhuo chuckled and turned his head to pinch her little nose, saying: "You don't listen when I tell you to study hard, instead you keep misusing idioms."
The little girl stuck out her small tongue and pinched Wei Zao's shoulder, saying in a spoiled tone: "Wan Er Jie said I've made great progress."
Wei Zhuo chuckled and turned his head to look at the high platform, shaking his head involuntarily.
This debate between Fozhu Chu Han and the three people is not the main character, he is not either. On the surface, it is through the selection of materials for the imperial examination as a reference, but in fact, Wei Zhao has already roughly guessed that this should be a microcosm of the two major forces in the court competing with each other.
He didn't know what role the emperor was playing inside, but he could vaguely feel that the emperor seemed somewhat anxious.
"Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao who is it, how is it him again..."
"Zhou Shao-yang challenges Wei Qiao..."
"Poems, lyrics, songs, and fu poems are all acceptable..."
"Chess, piano, books and paintings are all possible..."
"Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."
The scene suddenly erupted in a loud commotion, and although almost no one knew Wei Zhao, everyone still had immense confidence! As for the five states, they seemed to be united in their hatred, with an unquenchable anger.
Wei Zhao continued to eat melon seeds leisurely, ignoring the sounds echoing around him.
Qin Yun hesitated, wanting to speak several times but unable to utter a word. Wei Xiao's intelligence had already made him feel afraid, with an underlying sense of being inferior.
Zhou Shao Yang stood on the stage, his eyes cold and arrogant, his chest filled with pride. This champion he would take back no matter what, Chu Han was not yet ready, first he would start by taking down Wei Zhao!
The chaotic sound didn't last long, and with a loud rumble, they rushed towards Weizhuo's direction in a frenzy.
"Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."
"Come on stage, come on stage..."
There were only two sounds, alternating and rising, rumbling and rushing towards Weizhuang.
Xiangliang puffed up her small mouth, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Wei Zhao is still extremely leisurely, with a calm and composed demeanor, as if Mount Tai were to collapse in front of him without changing his expression, or a flood were to burst its banks without skipping a beat.
