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Xiao Cui was overjoyed: "Thank you Second Madam, Xiao Cui will be obedient in the future."

At this moment, a gray old gentleman entered the lobby from the backyard, shouting in a hoarse voice:

"Everyone, the first topic of today's poetry meeting was hand-picked by the magistrate, and the first sentence was put forward, saying, 'Drunk willows inserted upside down into the blue river water', you are free to play. "

The poem will begin, just in time.

After the first sentence was uttered, people who were doing their own things quieted down one after another, and most of them got together in threes and fives to think hard.Not everyone wants to gain fame in the poetry club, and there are quite a few who really want to take this opportunity to exchange and learn from each other.

The inside of the building was quiet, and the outside of the building was also quiet. From time to time, someone would get up and shake their heads and chant a few words, but most of them were booed.For things like poetry, if it wasn't for the amazing lines, who would easily admit that other people's poems are better than their own?

Talented scholars and beauties are all busy composing poems, but there are far fewer people crowding at the gate of Yifeng Tower.A civilian woman in sackcloth and a sackcloth student walked to the gate of Yifeng Building at this time. After writing down their names, they both asked to write poems before they could enter.

Just at this time, Su Wenmian bowed and rushed to the front, slapped the written poem on the table, and proudly said to the old man who made things difficult for him before:

"My poem! Pass it in and let those rich men see it!"

This voice made the petite body of the coarse cloth boy next to him tremble.But Su Wenmian didn't realize it, and still complacently showed off what he thought was a perfect masterpiece.

The sackclothed woman frowned, glared at Su Wenmian bitterly, and found that the other party hadn't noticed her, so she turned around and patted Xiaosheng on the back lightly.At this time, looking at Su Wenmian's frightened appearance, the woman felt unspeakably disgusted and angry, glanced at the little poem on the paper, and said with disdain:

"Is this also called poetry?"

Su Wenmian glanced sideways, she was actually a middle-aged woman dressed as a rich man.This kind of chaff-like woman actually questioned her own work? Immediately, she became furious, pointed at the women and cursed:

"An illiterate poisonous woman! How dare you speak nonsense here?!"

"Large nonsense?" The woman sneered, but she didn't seem to be very angry. She turned to the old judge and said, "Don't you have to write a poem to get in? I'll take the first sentence of the magistrate as the title!"

After saying that, he grabbed the writing brush on the table and held the pen holder casually. When the tip of the pen fell on the paper, it danced like a dragon and a phoenix, and a long string of beautiful and vigorous small characters appeared on the paper, without any pause.

The old man wanted to have a sip of tea and then read Su Wenmian's poems carefully. Unexpectedly, this unattractive woman was so proficient in splashing ink. Before she had a sip of hot tea, a small poem was already written on the paper!

"Drunken willows are inserted upside down in the blue river, and it is difficult to build a five-zhang building with awake wood. Looking at the beauty from afar, where is the beauty now? The setting sun has gone and the water is hard to recover."

The old man booed his eyes and shook his head as he read the little poem on the paper word by word, which was heard clearly by everyone around him.As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at the women's eyes and couldn't help but become weird.

Is a commoner's wife so knowledgeable?

There was a storm in everyone's heart.The old man carefully rolled up the paper, stroked his long beard and exclaimed:

"Wow! Wow! The time and the occasion, the emotion is quite real. It is rare to be able to achieve it in an instant! Pass it in and let the famous experts inside comment and comment."

A group of scholars with high self-esteem actually stole the limelight by carrying an ordinary woman, and their expressions are not very good-looking.The one who bears the brunt is naturally Su Wenmian who speaks evil words.Just now he said that he was illiterate, and he made a lot of nonsense, but now he has produced a masterpiece in an instant.The slap on the face really made a crisp sound.

"Impossible! Impossible! How can a woman make a poem? There must be someone behind her pointing!" Su Wenmian couldn't believe this fact, and loudly argued to the surrounding audience.Naturally, all he got was disdainful and contemptuous eyes from everyone.

Su Wenmian tried his best to defend, but someone in the crowd recognized the woman and exclaimed:

"Isn't this Ruhua, the owner of the tea stall across the street? He has such great talent?"

Tea stall owner! Like a flower!

After knowing the identity of the other party, Su Wenmian felt that a thunderbolt fell from the sky! He knew Ruhua, and it was because he knew Ruhua that it added a bit of humiliation.He and his childhood sweetheart, how could they be unfamiliar with Ruhua? But in his eyes, Ruhua is just a useless old woman who no one wants.I have opened a tea stall all my life.I never dreamed that one day I would be trampled by that useless old woman in my best poems!

"It must! It must be plagiarizing someone else's work! Yes! It must be so!"

"It's useless to be a scholar! Such a character! Have you forgotten all the sage books you read?"

Coincidentally, at the time when Su Wenmian was incoherent, a half-century old man named Liu Song came.This is terrible, it doesn't matter if others don't know Songliu, but Su Wenmian does.This person is the county magistrate of Xiaquxi County, Bizhou Prefecture! Perhaps this identity does not matter, but this person is very likely to be the chief examiner who presides over the Qiuhou Township Examination!

Su Wenmian knew that he had lost face, but he expected that all his words and deeds would fall into Master Liu Songliu's eyes.Ben also wanted to use this poetry meeting to make a name for himself, so that his performance would be heard by Mr. Liu, and he would give himself a good impression, which would definitely give him some confidence in the future provincial examinations.Unexpectedly, the situation is completely opposite to what was expected!

Su Wenmian's face was pale, and he was about to fall to the ground, holding the book in one hand, and trembling with what he had written in the other:

"Master Liuliuliu! I, I, I..."

"Go away! A woman is infinitely stronger than you! Do you still have the face to face the book in your hand?"

Liu Song ignored Su Wenmian, turned around and entered Yifenglou.

While breathing, there was only a soft "pop", and the book that Su Wenmian had never left his hand fell to the ground...

Chapter 33: The Poetry Session Begins

Although Liu Song is a small county magistrate, he is a great Confucian who was airdropped to Bizhou by the capital to support his life.Although he had no serious official position when he was in Beijing, his disciples all had prominent identities.Maybe ordinary people in Bizhou only think of him as an ordinary county magistrate, but the upper class in Bizhou can more or less guess that this unobtrusive Mr. Liu has some secret abilities.

Liu Song's name was already on the name card of the distinguished guests of the poetry club, and he was able to come and go freely.Fangcai was aroused by Su Wenmian's behavior, and angrily walked a few steps towards Yifenglou, only to remember Ruhua who wrote poetry just now.

Although Ruhua's work is not considered a classic handed down from generation to generation, it is also a rare masterpiece.And it came from the hands of an ordinary woman, which is even more commendable.Liu Song has always loved talents, so he couldn't help becoming interested in Ru Hua.Half a foot has already stepped into the door of Yifeng Building.But back out again.Smiling in front of Ruhua, she cupped her hands and said:

"Madam is talented! Bizhou not only has beautiful mountains and rivers, but it is also hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Madam's ability to turn poetry into poetry in an instant is enough to shame the self-righteous scholars in the world! I just don't know where Madam learned from?"

Liu Song didn't know that Ruhua was still single, Ruhua felt a little awkward hearing the address of his wife, so she smiled awkwardly:

"Sir, you'd better return me as a flower. The woman has read some poetry and books since she was a child, but she has never learned from a teacher. It was just a game production, which made the old man laugh."

"Oh? Still self-taught? Seriously. With Miss Ruhua's talent and learning, how can she stay on the sidelines of this poetry meeting? Hurry up and go in with me."

Ruhua doesn't know Liu Song's identity, but seeing the respectful looks of the people around her, she can guess that this person has an extraordinary identity.If you stay with the other party, you will definitely have less trouble.

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"Master Ouyang, this... this... this is a poem written by a little girl, take a look, is it good?"

In the lobby, Xiaocui got the little poem written by the second wife and ran to Mr. Ouyang with great interest.

This Mr. Ouyang was the one in white who had bid two thousand before. He was born with a face like a crown jade, holding a folding fan in his hand, and wearing a long robe and gown. He looked really personable.

Moreover, the elegant and uninhibited character is exactly the type that girls of Xiaocui's age like most.In the past, the little girl often imagined Mr. Ouyang's voice and appearance, but she didn't expect that after meeting the real person today, she would be more chic and suave than imagined.Once a nympho, he immediately felt a hundred times better than his master.

Xiaocui was spoiled at home, so she showed such boldness today. Although she was also shy, she still coyly went to Mr. Ouyang's side, gently placed the poem in front of him, and timidly said the sentence before.

Xiao Cui is young and beautiful, and when she is officially in bud, judging from her appearance, she is a lovely ghost.Mr. Ouyang also smiled when he first saw him, but when he realized that the girl in front of him was only dressed as a maid, he couldn't help frowning.Plainly asked:

"Who are you?"

"I...I am Master Li's personal servant girl, my name is Xiao Cui. I have long...had known Mr. Ouyang's name for a long time, Xiao Cui is very polite."

The little girl racked her brains to come up with such a decent-sounding sentence, and she didn't know what Mr. Ouyang's impression of her was, her palms were already sweating from nervousness.

No matter how beautiful the little girl is, she is just a maid after all, even the maids of the Li family are the same.Ouyang couldn't help but look down on Xiao Cui a little bit, but it was difficult to express his thoughts because of the presence of many literati.Besides, this is Master Li's personal servant girl, she always wants to give Master Li some face, but after thinking about it, she patiently held the rice paper with the poem in her hand.

Ouyang read what was written on the paper, and immediately became silent...

Xiaocui doesn't know poetry, but has only learned calligraphy and arithmetic from An Xinhe, so how can she know if poetry is good or bad.Subconsciously, he thinks that Mr. Ouyang is a gifted scholar, but the second wife is just a woman.It's hard for Mr. Ouyang to appreciate the poems he wrote. .