Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 585 585. Down to the End (35)

Calligraphy competition area.

There were a total of 140 calligraphy contestants, seven kinds of calligraphy, each with about 20 contestants, all of whom were students of Da Ling who had attained calligraphy skills.

The three judges are all highly respected seniors in the calligraphy world.

Wang Lingxi sat in the middle, with a judge on the left and one on the right.

The judge on the left said, "I heard that Yuan Baozhang asked Chu Qingzhi for advice before the competition, and she has made rapid progress. Do you think it's true?"

The judge on the right said, "Yeah, calligraphy is a process that accumulates over a long period of time. Is it too exaggerated?"

Wang Lingxi smiled, and said unhurriedly, "Whether it is true or not, everyone will know after a while."

The judge on the right said, "How about we make a bet?"

The judge on the left showed some interest and said, "What are you betting on?"

Wang Lingxi smiled and said, "What is the lottery?"

The judge on the right said, "Whether Gambling Yuan Baozhang's calligraphy can be rated as a second grade, what do you think?"

Yuan Baozhang's calligraphy is good, but in the capital, everyone knows that his calligraphy can only be rated as the top three, and last year's competition was the top three.

Wang Lingxi and the judges on the left agree.

The judge on the right continued, "If you're lucky, how about selling a pair of calligraphy from your collection to help the poor?"

Wang Lingxi nodded and said with a smile, "This is a good prize, I agree."

The judge on the left said, "I bet Yuan Baozhang won't get into the second grade."

The judge on the right said, "I also bet that he can't enter the second class."

After the two finished speaking, they looked at Wang Lingxi together.

Wang Lingxi thought of the seven ink treasures hanging in his home, and said decisively, "I bet Yuan Baozhang can enter the second grade."

The judges on the left and right smiled, and the judge on the left said, "Then we will just wait for the result."

Yuan Baozhang is good at running script. The three judges made a bet, so as soon as the calligraphy competition was over, the first thing they read was running script.

Calligraphy does not write everyone's name, only the number, anonymous.

The contestants stood aside, waiting for the results to be announced.

Wang Lingxi took a piece of calligraphy at random and appraised it carefully. After a period of time, he scored it as a middle grade, and the other two judges gave it a lower grade and a higher grade.

With Yishang, some people are starting to get nervous, they don't want to be at the bottom!

Wang Lingxi picked up a piece of calligraphy at random again. Upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but see a bright light. The calligraphy is sharp, with rounded corners and edges. It is lively and lively. It is full of spirit, good calligraphy, good calligraphy!

Picking up the pen, he scored the top grade.

When everyone saw the ratings, they couldn't help but lift up their spirits, and they got the first rank.

It took an incense stick of time for several judges to read all the calligraphy in running script.

Wang Lingxi looked up, "Yuan Baozhang, which one is your calligraphy?"

Yuan Baozhang bowed his hands and said, "No. 15."

The three judges immediately looked for the calligraphy on No. 15, but they didn't expect it to be the one Wang Lingxi liked.

When the left and right judges saw the scores, their eyes widened slightly, and they secretly thought, "We lost. Yuan Baozhang not only entered the top three, but also got a top score. It seems that the rumors are true.

Wang Lingxi looked at the calligraphy again, and asked with a smile, "Yuan Baozhang, what grade do you think you can get this time?"

The thirteen-year-old Yuan Baozhang was young and vigorous, and he didn't know how to restrain his edge, so he said very vigorously, "Mr. Jia."

Wang Lingxi smiled, "Congratulations, it's Jia Shang."

Without Chu Qingzhi's guidance, Yuan Baozhang would not have dared to say that, but now, he has the confidence, and after hearing Wang Lingxi's words, he was slightly excited, "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

"It's you who have real talents and learning, but you can't be proud, and continue to work hard in the future."

"Yes, sir."

Next to Yuan Baozhang, someone immediately congratulated him, "Master Yuan third, I didn't expect you to improve so fast, otherwise I would like to ask you a lesson or two?"

"It's important to ask for advice, and it's okay to discuss it."

"Then let's find a time later and have a good discussion?"

"Okay, you set a time."

"Master Yuan San is refreshing..."

...

Go area.

There is only one table left to compete, and this table is Chu Xuyuan and Lin Jixian.

This was a common occurrence in the past, but the rest were top-level contestants, like the two children who went down to the end, which was the first time.

Everyone stood at the entrance of the competition area and stretched their necks to see.

"Chu Xuyuan, I didn't expect to end up with you in a draw."

"Didn't you say you were going to beat me?"

"Isn't it okay to express your wish?" He didn't expect Chu Xuyuan to be so strong. Whenever he was about to win, Chu Xuyuan would always turn defeat into victory, and it ended like this.

"I'm so sorry, your wish will come true."

Lin Jixian, "..."

Chu Qingzhi and Chu Xuyao ​​were still standing there waiting for Chu Xuyuan, and one after another, the Chu family gathered.

Li Qingyu glanced around, "Xu Yuan is still playing chess?"

Chu Qingzhi said, "It should be over soon."

Grandpa Chu didn't understand the meaning of going down to the end. Seeing that everyone was waiting for them, he frowned and said, "This guy, why are you holding back?"

The people around looked at Grandpa Chu helplessly. This is really a great performance. Why did he get rejected instead?

Seeing that everyone was looking at them, Chu Rong couldn't help tugging at Grandpa Chu's sleeve, "Father, don't talk, it will make people laugh later."

Grandpa Chu nodded, "I won't say anything."

Chu Xuyuan put down the last piece on the chessboard, "A draw!"

Lin Jixian took a deep breath. Chu Xuyuan had only learned chess for a few months, and he actually had a draw with him. After all, he lost. He reluctantly said, "Congratulations."

Chu Xuyuan pretended not to understand the meaning of Lin Jixian's words, "I congratulate you too."

Lin Jixian didn't say anything anymore, feeling very unhappy, afraid that he would lose his temper if he couldn't control his anger at Chu Xuyuan.

The master walked over to look at the chessboard, and then looked at the two children, "It's very good, continue to compete in the afternoon."

"I know Master, thank you Master." Chu Xuyuan got up and thanked, and then hurriedly walked towards his family, "I kept everyone waiting for a long time, let's go, I'm hungry."

Li Qingyu patted Chu Xuyuan's shoulder, but she didn't understand, "Why did you get to the end?"

Chu Xuyuan straightened his chest and said proudly, "Because every time I save myself from danger."

Everyone smiled and walked outside together.

...

Biyong.

The emperor handed Tang Jinghong two sheets of paper full of words on the table, "Tang Aiqing, take a look."

These two pieces of paper were written by Xu Guannan and Jiang Zhanglin respectively. They had no names, and the handwriting was equally beautiful. It was hard to tell who was who.

Tang Jinghong took the paper in his hand and skimmed through it roughly, "Your Majesty, I think the writing is pretty good, on par."

The emperor nodded, "I think so too."