Chapter 256: Ugly words don’t mean the content is worthless

"She actually..."

Yuan Mingming's face was complicated. She didn't expect that Yuan Yanyan was not a contestant, but a judge.

"This is actually more beneficial to Miss Yuan."

Jiang Jinping said, "Even if Miss Yanyan is biased against you, her words cannot be the standard of judgment."

"Indeed."

Yuan Mingming's expression softened a little.

"With her reputation and prestige, she can indeed serve as a judge."

Although Xu Youyun doesn't like Yuan Yanyan, he has to admit that Yuan Yanyan is powerful.

"Xu is fortunate enough to have Miss Yuan Yanyuan, who is second in the literary test at Tianzi College, to judge your works this time. I believe you all know Miss Yuan, so Xu will not introduce her in detail."

Except for Yuan Yanyan, the other four are also famous talents. Yuan Yanyan is the only woman among all the judges.

"Now, those of you who are interested in participating in the Moon-by-Moon Poetry Party can make some preparations. After a stick of incense, everyone will go on stage in order to show off your masterpieces."

The middle-aged man briefly explained the rules, and everyone who participated in the Moon-by-Month Poetry Party began to think carefully.

Some people have already started writing, planning to write down the first draft they have prepared and then polish it up.

Those who are confident choose to finish writing directly after drafting the draft.

Jiang Yanming is different from them. Jiang Yanming doesn't even need to think.

After all, her reputation as a talented woman was not earned by herself.

Jiang Yanming thought about it for a while. This poem must not be used when the moon comes out.

Even if she wants to be a copywriter, she must be a smart copywriter. Su Shi's water-melody song is not what she can write now.

Moreover, the style of this poem is different from all her previous writing styles. The literati in this world are not fools. If she comes up with a water-melody song, she will definitely be exposed.

Although the water tune singer is good, Jiang Yanming doesn't have that much insight into life at his age, and he won't be able to return to the roundness when the time comes.

Jiang Yanming thought about his work and wrote it on paper.

"Yanyan, you think so fast."

Xu Youyun on the side sighed.

"Although I don't know why Yanyan suddenly became so powerful, I am also happy for you."

Xu Youyun has some ideas and is not in a hurry to write them.

Sitting on the stage, Yuan Yanyan has an upright posture and perfectly interprets the identity of an elegant young lady.

Yuan Yanyan's eyes have been locked on Jiang Yanming.

'Jiang Yanming's level has improved so strangely, but there are no flaws. It's really strange. What surprises can you give me next?'

As for Yuan Mingming, she didn't take it seriously at all.

The time for burning incense passed quickly, and the literati who participated in the poetry meeting took the stage to display their works one after another.

"This poem has a rich artistic conception and is truly a masterpiece."

Yuan Yanyan: "Not bad."

"What is this poem about? Have you carefully reviewed the title?"

Yuan Yanyan: "General."

“The artistic conception is broad, majestic and magnificent, not bad.”

Yuan Yanyan: "Very good."

Although Yuan Yanyan was invited to be a judge, she is like a fisherman, and she can only comment on one word at a time.

But no one underestimates Yuan Yanyan. Even though she is the youngest among all the judges, her level is not inferior to the others.

Xu Youyun came on stage with his work, and two maids unfolded Xu Youyun's work.

"...Seeing the shadow of the Moon Palace in the distance, dancing and appearing in the world. The imagination is strange, and the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival is suddenly aroused."

"Very few women can write such poems. I guess she is not an ordinary person, right?"

Xu Youyun said: "Little girl Xu Youyun has shown her ugliness."

"It turns out to be Miss Xu."

Everyone suddenly realized that they had also heard of Xu Youyun's reputation as a talented woman. It was not surprising that the eldest daughter of the Xu family could write such a poem.

Yuan Yanyan held her chin up and said with a smile, "I think this poem by sister Xu is good, next one."

The next one was Yuan Mingming. After Yuan Mingming came on stage, he looked at Yuan Yanyan and felt extremely embarrassed.

"Let me see my sister's work."

The level of Yuan Mingming's poetry is not very high. With Xu Youyun Zhuyu ahead of him, Yuan Mingming's poetry can easily be compared.

"It's a pity, my sister still needs to improve."

Yuan Yanyan shook her head, "Next one."

The next few poems failed to receive praise from Yuan Yanyan. No matter how good the poems were, Yuan Yanyan could always find faults with them.

Then, it was Jiang Yanming's turn.

The maid unfolded Jiang Yanming's work, and what the judges immediately noticed was not the content, but Jiang Yanming's words.

"Why is this word so ugly? Are you insulting us by letting us see this kind of thing?"

"Don't read it. I can't even write well. How can I write any good works?"

Jiang Yanming's face gradually turned cold as he listened to the judges' ridicule on his words.

"I heard that Jiang Yanming, the talented woman who ranked first in the literary test, has terrible handwriting, but she is talented."

"Can you compare with others? And how do you know Miss Jiang's handwriting difference? If you say you won't read it, you won't read it. Take this piece of waste paper down quickly."

The contents of Jiang Yanming's paper have not been circulated, only the contents of her works have been circulated.

Therefore, not many people really know that Jiang Yanming's writing skills are so poor.

If it was just about her words, Jiang Yanming had nothing to say. After all, it was a fact. But to deny her entire poem just because of her words was unacceptable to her.

"You'd better apologize to me quickly. Maybe I can forgive you." Jiang Yanming said coldly.

The man was very arrogant and said, "You write so poorly, how can you still be justified?"

Everyone in the audience also talked a lot, some supported the arrogant judge, and some supported Jiang Yanming.

Yuan Yanyan smiled and said nothing.

"Okay, stop arguing."

The eldest one among the judges spoke, "The Moon-by-Moon Poetry Club is a competition for poetry. We only look at the content, not the appearance. Let's take a look at this lady's poem first and then talk about it."

The arrogant judge snorted coldly, "If the handwriting is so bad, the content won't be any better."

Then, the judges began to evaluate Jiang Yanming’s work.

"Poor moon tonight, where are you going?... If everything is fine, how can the clouds gradually become like hooks?"

The smile on Yuan Yanyan's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious look.

"Everyone, what do you think?"

The older judge nodded, "This is a poem? It's a poem that runs wildly with imagination, mixed with wonderland, with repeated images, frequent changes, magical and trance-like, bizarre, and amazing."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Arrogant judges are unwilling to face reality.

"Admit it, the level of this poem is far above you and me."

The older judge sighed and looked at Jiang Yanming, "Does this poem have a name?"

Jiang Yanming said, "The magnolia flowers are fading and I drink wine during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Drinking during the Mid-Autumn Festival is a good time to drink during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Everyone in the audience also saw the content of the works displayed by Jiang Yanming.

Putting aside the surface, the content is top-notch.

"Who are you?"

The arrogant judge gritted his teeth and said.

Jiang Yanming took out a fan from his sleeve and unfolded it.

A word "Yan" appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Chapter completed!