"Mr. Shi, don't be as knowledgeable as the people below. This is almost the same. Let's talk about the rules quickly."

Shi Gaoshan was also afraid that he would lose his identity as the questioner, and he would not have the face at that time. He followed the shopkeeper's words and said, "Hmph, I won't care about you!"

He coughed gently and adjusted his voice, "Okay, the event has begun. Please prepare for all those participating in the event. The first round, with the theme of scenery, a poem is written, and a stick of incense is outdated and invalid."

After the words came, everyone sat in their respective positions and thought hard to study the topic.

Su Jiu sat on a low stool and his activities were particularly rigorous, so except those participating in the competition, everyone else had to wait far away to prevent cheating.

Therefore, you have to do the grinding yourself. The ink is not easy to grind. Sometimes, if the water is poured too much, the color of the ink will become lighter, and you will not be able to grind it out even if you don’t have enough strength. But Su Jiuliu’s eyebrows are as frowning as the character Sichuan.

Before the war was fought, I was frustrated by the ink grinding.

When the other talented men saw that the little girl could not even grind out the ink, their faces were covered with ink, and they laughed at each other in their hearts.

They have to start first.

Weiran stood in the outer circle, looking at the little princess who was not ready to write ink on the stage, her fists were clenched tightly.

Silently cheer her up in my heart.

Even if you want to lose, you have to lose gloriously!

The little princess was so cruel at such a young age, no matter what, she was very appreciative.

After grinding for a while, Su Jiu found the trick, stretched his eyebrows and grinded it gently, without any panic.

In the eyes of others, I don’t understand how fast time passes, and I think this is the mentality of playing with dolls at home.

Half time has passed.

Everyone had already picked up their pens and flew into the dragon and phoenix and wrote their own poems, but Su Xiaojiu only then did the ink be ground.

Facing the blank rice paper, Su Jiu looked up at the rooftop and searched for poems he had memorized in his previous life.

Thousands of poems filtered in her mind, and she wanted to pick a unique poem.

So her expression is not like someone else trying to scratch her head and ears, but more like she is screening something.

Suddenly, she glanced at the young prince sitting on the chair of the Grand Master on the second floor, looking like a chill. Seeing that he was looking at him, Su Jiu blinked at him and raised his chin.

It seemed as if I was saying to him: Don't worry, Brother Prince.

The little girl's white and clean face was covered with ink rubbed during grinding, and she looked funny and cute.

Su Yihan let out a light sniff and looked away.

"Su Xiaojiu can still laugh? Let's see. How happy she is now, how sad she will cry later." Qi Mu has already started to gloat.

It was as if I had already obtained the bet, and I was so happy that I was so happy that I was so oblivious.

At the end of the competition downstairs, everyone stopped to splash ink.

The guy rang the gong heavily, and Shi Gaoshan shouted loudly, "Time is up, collect the roll!"

Everyone stood up and handed the paper.

Su Jiugang wrote the complete poem, and was born to dry the ink patiently.

Shi Gaoshan looked at her and she was the only one left around her and didn't hand over the paper. She reminded her, "Little girl, hand it over quickly, otherwise you will abstain from it."

In fact, he was impatient with such a child and didn't bother to talk to her, but here were all civilians, so he had to be a role model and remind him.

"Come here." After the last breath, Su Jiu said as he walked.

The paper was placed at the top, Shi Gaoshan looked at the ghostly talisman-like words, and laughed without any obstruction, "Swish..."

Just this word, still want to win first place?
Chapter completed!