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There was anxiety in her eyes, "I originally thought, I would ask my father to find some old men from the Wang Manor or somewhere else to be the judge of this matter, maybe they secretly being more lenient towards you. These two old men’s temper is the most stubborn of them all. It is impossible for them to be lenient with you. "

Ye Qingli smiled, "That's good, only this kind of credible old people are the ones who would be able to make that bunch to be convinced that they outright lost, right?"

Chu Tian Ge anxiously said, "Why aren’t you more cautious? If you really lose, are you going to really do what they say? In that’s the case, you might even die!"

She patted her leg, "How about immediately after the competition, we would immediately leave the area, let’s see if they dare to come to my Wang family requesting for you!"

Ye Qingli could hear that she was truly sincere. Ye Qingli smiled and held Chu Tian Ge’s hand "Rest assured, since when have I ever lost?"

"Well……"

Chu Tian Ge thought it had some truth to it. Just like when she was at the palace banquet, she looked like she had something up her sleeve.

Does this mean that she is confident that she would be able to win?

However, no matter how she looked at it, she could not see that Ye Qingli had any chance of winning.

Playing a musical instrument could be a family inheritance or a natural talent.

But writing poems requires hard work, it was impossible to make it out of coincidence!

Furthermore, I have never heard of Ye Qingli's speciality in this aspect!

At that moment, Mr. Ni and Mr. Duan gathered and stood in between the two private rooms, saying to everyone, "According to the thought of both of us old men, the results would be inaccurate if it were just one match. We decided that the competition will be divided into three games. The first game is to compose a poem based on something. The second game would be for both sides to ask a question each, for the opponent to answer. The third game is to compose a poem freely. Based on the results of the three games, the two of us will decide the final winner. Do you have any objections? "

Everyone nodded after they said that.

This was indeed the fairest.

This however only made Chu Tian Ge even more worried!

She had already called someone to gather some of the scholars from Wang Manor, hoping if they could provide some poems for Ye Qingli to use.

But the proposition basically eliminates the possibility of cheating.

The people in the surrounding all rushed to watch the excitement.

In addition to being crowded with people in the hall, even those in the private room on the second floor came to the third floor.

It was so crowded that the shopkeeper had to spread the observers away.

At that moment, several waiters cleaned up the third floor, making space for two tables. They also provided pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Mr. Ni coughed and said, "Then I will come up with a question first."

He pondered for a moment, then he pointed at the names of the two private rooms. "Use the names of the private rooms as the topic. Compose a poem with seven lines using the 2 names within it."

This subject is not too difficult.

Guo Bin closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then raised the pen and started writing.

He then handed the paper to the two old teachers respectfully.

Ye Qingli was not that fast, she frowned, as if she was thinking. While she was thinking about it, she wrote it down. After a period for an incense to burn, she finished composing the poem and handed the paper to the two old teachers.

Compared to Guo Bin’s literature, she was obviously much worse.

Chu Tian Ge didn't understand this, but just looking at this, even she knew that Ye Qingli did not perform well.

The people in the surroundings looked at them curiously. Unfortunately, due to the position of the two people, no one except for the two old judges could see clearly what they wrote.

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