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"I have seen Mr. Shangguan."

Liu Mei also nodded in salute.

"Miss Plum Blossom, you're welcome. I didn't expect Mr. Xia to be so young. It's amazing."

"Young Master Shangguan has won the prize, it's just a random writing."

"Young master Xia, you can make us feel ashamed. You can do it so casually. If you want to be serious, you can pay it back."

He was just joking, not tit for tat like the old wit just now.

When the people around heard his tone, they felt a little uncomfortable.

Are you not paying attention to the people present?

Shangguan Hongxuan said a few words to Xia Tian, ​​and then returned to his seat. Before leaving, he said that he would have dinner together when he was free.

Some big figures also came to the third floor of the flower boat.

Some beautiful girls from Wanhualou also went up to accompany them.

"Master Xia, I have a poem here, please enlighten me."

Just now that old wit looked at Xia Tian and said.

"Fly two swallows at the bottom, hold the mud and put it on the medicine bar."

"Mo Jiao was so shocked that he left, let's take a look through the curtain."

"Good poetry, simple and simple style, fresh and charming."

"Yes, it is indeed a good poem. It is rare to be able to make this kind of poem in a moment."

People around praised him one after another.

Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren didn't speak, so the poem seemed ordinary to them.

Shangguan Haoxuan also said: "Being able to compose such a poem in a short time is enough to show how extraordinary Li Caizi is."

"I also ask Mr. Xia to enlighten me."

Everyone's eyes are on Xia Tian.

Xia Tian: "You want me to enlighten you on this? Where do you get the courage from?"

"If you run out of ideas, forget it. I don't think you wrote those two poems at all."

"You say so, I happen to have a poem for you."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and all looked at him.

Shangguan Hongxuan and the other nobles also looked at him.

His poems chanting plums are famous in the capital, and they also want to see if Xia Tian can still make good works.

"Eighteen brides eighty-seven, pale hair and red makeup."

"Mandarin ducks are trapped in a double night, and a pear tree crushes crabapples."

The second floor of the flower boat was completely silent.

The old wit's face was livid, extremely embarrassed.

This poem is slapping him in the face.

The original intention of the poem is not only to slap him in the face, but the whole poem is far beyond the poem he made.

Someone next to him was writing down the poem quickly, and then sent it upstairs and hung it downstairs.

At the same time, there are flying pigeons flying out of the flower boat.

The poems on the flower boats are all to be passed back, and they will also be passed on to other flower buildings.

The poems of other flower houses will also be spread here, and each flower house is fighting openly and secretly, trying to overwhelm the other.

Chapter 31 Fighting

Shangguan Hongxuan was softly explaining the poetry to the people next to him.

"puff"

One of them just took a sip of tea and couldn't help but spit it out.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

Shangguan Hongxuan laughed dryly: "Aside from other things, this poem is really good."

The old wit's complexion was cloudy and very ugly.

The people around him were also watching him secretly, with different eyes, which made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Zhou Mingyue looked at Xia Tian with a smile on her lips, this poem is really too slap in the face.

It has to be said that he has a high attainment in poetry.

"Humph."

The old wit snorted coldly, and sat there drinking mulled wine.

Several dignitaries on the third floor of the flower boat saw the incoming poems, and one of them looked a little embarrassed.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe laughed and said, "What a tree of pear blossoms crushing begonias, old Liu, I remember you just took in a concubine, right?"

Old Liu's face was a bit ugly: "Damn, whoever wrote this poem is hated by people."

"It's Mr. Xia who sings plum poems. I heard that he is only eighteen or nineteen years old. He is really talented."

Another person said: "His poem slapped many people in the face. I guess many people hate it so much that their future careers will be worrying."

The second floor of the flower boat has resumed bustle again.

We sat and drank wine with acquaintances, and poems were born.

No one provoked Xia Tian again, and that poem just now was enough to prove his poetic attainments.

Summer is also happy to be leisurely, where I am with Liu Mei Qingqing.

Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren also wrote a poem, which can be regarded as a medium work.

"A masterpiece came from the Spring Breeze Building."

"What poem?"

"Autumn three or five in the cloudless world, let's watch the toad pan Shanghai together."

"Until the end of the sky, I never took a private photo of anyone's house."

"It is indeed a good poem. Who wrote it?"

"Tong Xiuwen did it, it just came out from Chunfeng Building."

Tong Xiuwen's reputation in the capital was great, and he was hailed as one of the five great talents in the capital. He was not inferior to Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren, and his reputation was even greater.

Because he is very young, only 23 years old, five or six years younger than the other four.

Zhou Mingyue said softly: "It's really a good poem. I've heard that Mr. Tong is very talented, but it's a pity that I didn't get to see it."

Tong Xiuwen often went to Chunfenglou, and he was a frequent visitor there.

With his outstanding talent, he won the favor of the girl in purple in Chunfenglou.

Shangguan Hongxuan: "Brother Tong is really talented. This poem is about the bright moon. The last two sentences have been changed to reflect the fraternity of the world and all things are equal. Today is the Moon Worship Festival. It is indeed a good poem for the occasion."

Everyone also nodded in agreement, admiring Tong Xiuwen even more in their hearts.

At this time, someone shouted again: "There are also good poems from Fengqi Tower."

Someone hurriedly asked, "What poem? Who wrote it?"

"It was written by Kang Zimo, and it is also a poem of the bright moon."

"Hao Soul is the treasure in the sky, and the fairy in the clouds is silent."

"Equally divided autumn is full, and it is always accompanied by clouds and thousands of miles."

"The cunning rabbit falls from the string, and the jade tree grows in front of you."

"Lingcha plans to join hands with each other, and wait for the Milky Way to be completely cleared."

After a moment of silence, Shangguan Hongxuan said, "Good poetry."

Everyone also nodded slightly, sighing inwardly: Kang Zimo deserves to be one of the five great talents in the capital.

At this time, Miss Mingyue got up and said with a smile: "There are excellent works from Chunfeng Tower and Fengxi Tower, why don't we write a poem with the theme of Mingyue, and we can't let them suppress our limelight."

Now it is not only a battle between Hualou, but also a battle between the five great talents in the capital.

Shangguan Hongxuan also smiled and said: "Ms. Mingyue's suggestion is good. Let's write a poem with the theme of Mingyue. We can't let them overshadow our limelight."

Everyone began to think.

Liu Mei whispered softly to Xia Tian: "Xia Lang, the poem you just made is not very good."

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"The concubine is not saying that poetry is not good, but that the poetry is not good. Xia Lang probably offended many officials in the capital."

Xia Tian laughed dumbfoundedly, and also thought about what was going on.

But he didn't care, so what if he offended them?Who dares to be presumptuous in front of me?

Unless the dog head doesn't want it anymore.

"Xia Lang, your poem is too abrupt."

Xia Tian smiled slightly: "Don't worry, no one dares to embarrass me."

The two were whispering, and the others were thinking hard.

At this moment, Cao Yingxu picked up a pen and began to write.

People around turned their heads to look at him one after another, and didn't make a sound to disturb him, for fear that it would interrupt his aura.

Soon Cao Yingxu finished writing, and someone read it softly.

"The Chijiang River is thousands of miles wide, and a lonely boat has no neighbors."

"Only the old house and the moon, far and near must follow others."

"When entering the wind, you will be dizzy first, and the fog will be removed quickly."

"If the teacher is like a fan, he can wipe away the dust of beautiful songs."

"Good poetry."

Someone couldn't help but admire after listening.

Shangguan Hongxuan, Miss Mingyue and others nodded slightly.

This poem is no worse than that of Tong Xiuwen and Kang Zimo.

Then Zhao Ren, one of the five great talents in Beijing, also wrote a poem, which was also a good poem.

The two poems quickly spread from Wanhualou.

Apart from Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren, other people also wrote several poems, which are barely considered good.

One of the poems was written by a person on the first floor, and Shangguan Hongxuan had someone invite him up.

This is a warrior, with a three-foot green sword on his waist, a resolute face, and extraordinary martial arts.

No one expected to be a warrior.

"Sun Gongzi is actually a warrior, this is really both civil and military."

Shangguan Hongxuan did not expect that the author of the poem just now was actually a warrior.

"I have seen you all."

Sun Anbang bowed his hands to everyone.

Everyone nodded politely.

Sun Anbang found a vacant seat and sat down, there were no seats beside the others, only next to Xia Tian.

People here don't know him well and don't like his personality, so no one wants to sit with him.