After rebirth, I accept the emperor as my younger brother

The emperor has said so, so of course Taifu Gu will obey.

Several examiners took out all the works of the top three calligraphers and painters, as if they had seen some treasure, and seemed reluctant to stain the paper.

The first thing to show everyone is the top three writing works:

Sanjia Lan Yumeng wrote a poem in small regular script with hairpin flowers. The handwriting is neat and the handwriting is beautiful, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

What she wrote was also a short and concise poem, describing her love for the moon.

Everyone nodded. Although her poems were very ordinary, but with the beautiful small characters, it was understandable that she was better than most people.

Erjia Zhao Zhuyue wrote a poem that expresses one's ambitions. It is on a higher level than the poems written by Lan Yumeng, and the font looks much more grand than Lan Yumeng's, with sharp strokes, neat and beautiful.

Everyone thought it was pretty good that she could achieve such a level at such a young age. It would have been very possible for her to get a first-class award last year.

So what is so special about Yun Ange’s works?

Why did the examiners all give the first grade?

I saw Taifu Gu unfolding Yun Ange's works very solemnly, and everyone couldn't help but poke their heads out to look at it curiously.

Immediately, I was firmly attracted by the striking font.

What catches the eye is the wild and free font, which is powerful, wanton and unrestrained.

The black characters on the white paper, thick ink and rich colors, seem to be written in one go. Just these words can show the arrogance and character of the person who wrote it.

"What a word! What a word!"

Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw it. Even though they were several rounds older than them, they didn't have the confidence to write such good calligraphy!

How do those words written by ladies and gentlemen compare with them?

This is simply a sky and an earth!

Not on the same level at all!

Taifu Gu reminded with a trembling voice: "It's not just these words, please read this poem!"

Everyone finally focused on this poem.

Prince Bao even read it loudly for everyone:

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

Turn around the Zhu Pavilion and look down at the Qihu. The light will make you sleepless.

There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being happy when we say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing to do in ancient times.

Nung, moon and new moon."

Mo Bufan became more and more excited as he read it, and his voice almost trembled. He didn't expect that the poem was getting better and better, and the rhythm of the words was also so beautiful!

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful artistic conception as he recited the poem.

An arrogant figure held a wine glass and asked the sky, when did the bright moon begin?

In the vicissitudes of life, people undergo changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter has been difficult to understand since ancient times.

Finally, I expressed my best wishes, hoping that people can be together for a long time and enjoy the beautiful moon together even if they are thousands of miles apart.

When the whole poem was finished, there was still silence everywhere.

People who knew some poetry kept murmuring the verses in their mouths and were stunned for a long time.

The entire poem uses the technique of image description to outline an atmosphere of a state where the moon is shining brightly, one misses one's relatives but is lonely and distant.

This poem can simply be recorded in the annals of history, and it is not an exaggeration to say it will be passed down through the ages!

"Good! What a 'May we live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart'! Hahahaha..."

The emperor was the first to applaud and burst into laughter, and then the four people just woke up from a dream and clapped and cheered together.

No one could have imagined that Yun Ange was not only good at writing, but also had such talent!

This is a great poem written in just two sticks of incense!

It’s too exaggerated! He is truly a genius!

Everyone felt that Yun Ange's previous image had been completely overturned. I believe that in the near future, Miss Yun's outstanding beauty and talent will be spread throughout the capital.

Lan Yumeng gritted her teeth after hearing this. No matter the poems she composed or the words she wrote, they couldn't even compare to Yun Ange's!

This feeling of being completely crushed, as if she was just a little ant, made her face turn pale.

Yu Qiang and Song Chengyu both cheered and high-fived Yun Ange's victory.

Song Chengyu was still a little confused and said to Yu Qiang:

"Pinch me, why do I feel like I'm dreaming? When did An Ge become so good at writing poetry and calligraphy?"

Yuqiang pinched his face, causing him to cry out in pain:

"It's real, not a dream!"

Yuqiang came close to his ear and whispered:

"Little Fatty, think about it, if Ange beats the Lan family, how much money will we have in the underground gambling house..."

Song Chengyu rubbed his hands excitedly. He was very reluctant to invest all his private wealth into it and followed An Ge. What followed was a wealth of money!

Zhao Beiyi also stared at the graceful and arrogant calligraphy with his eyes gradually deepening, thinking to himself that this Yun Ange always surprises him, which is getting more and more interesting.

Mo Jingning had a smile on his face, but his heart was filled with pride.

Gold will always shine, and Sister Yun is the gold that has been dusted for a long time, and finally shines the most dazzling light at this moment.

Those who had questioned and ridiculed Yun Ange before also lowered their heads as if they had been slapped loudly, and did not dare to jump out and say more.

Since there are pearls and jade in front of me, Yun Ange's painting will not be too bad.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the scroll in Taifu Gu's hand expectantly.

The first is the painting by Sanjia Situ Yue. She spent a full moon with great care. It can be said that it is exquisitely carved, and all the alternations of light and darkness of the moon are displayed. It can be regarded as a very detailed observation.

However, there is only a full moon in the whole painting and nothing else. The picture is too monotonous and boring.

Next on display was Erjia Lan Yumeng's painting. She also painted a full moon, but unlike Situ Yue, her paintings also included some flowers and plants, and there were even figures walking under the moonlight.

The overall composition of Lan Yumeng's picture scroll has gone a step further. The flowers, grass, moon and people echo each other and are lifelike, making the whole picture more vivid.

Everyone nodded repeatedly. Lan Yumeng also put in a lot of hard work on her paintings. It can be seen that she was also very serious about her creation.

Everyone feels that there is a lack of imagination. What kind of painting is needed to win the first prize?

Soon, I saw Taifu Gu unfolding the scroll of Yun Ange very carefully.

Everyone only saw an extremely simple yet shocking picture——

Under the waning moon on the horizon, there is a long sword stuck in a handful of loess, that's all.