I didn't expect you to be such a white moonlight

After writing this, Ji Huaimo's face has changed.

"There should be a que for this poem, right?"

"Yes, but it's too sad and not suitable for this place." Ji Huaimo didn't know what was going on, picked up the pen and immediately remembered the tragic battle in his mind, and wrote these words unconsciously.

"Sorry." Ji Huaimo picked up the paper and was about to crump it into a ball, but was stopped by the steward, "Good words! Good words! Mr. Ji doesn't know something, Mr. Li in our pavilion loves these bold and unrestrained words If Prince Ji doesn't mind, can I send this Shangque downstairs for you gentlemen to palm? If you are lucky, maybe someone can come up with the next que. Dare to ask His Royal Highness, what is this Ci card?"

"Can't the steward see it?"

"This..." After hearing Ji Huaimo's rhetorical question, the steward leaned forward and squinted his eyes carefully to look up and down the few short sentences. After a long time, he asked a little uncertainly, "But, the head of the water tune song?" ?”

"Exactly!"

"It's really a water melody song head! This is a long-lost lyric card! Since the founding of Anguo, no literati has ever been able to write a lyric in accordance with its format. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see it today. I have to present it to The old gentleman tasted and tasted." After finishing speaking, holding the thin piece of paper in both hands, he rushed down, not caring about Mu Yang and Ji Huaimo in the room.

Ji Huaimo was already on the spot in a daze.He really just saw an ancient book about poetry from his mother, and studied it along the way, but he didn't expect to cause such a disturbance.

He is very aware of his own level. The half-queue just now is estimated to be at the level of a ten-year-old child. If he really wants to hang it up, wouldn't it be ridiculous?

But now the manager has already taken it down, and it is impossible to get it back.Ji Huaimo could only bite the bullet and go on.

He blinked at Mu Yang, showing a little helpless expression.

Mu Yang couldn't help stroking his forehead hair with his hands, "Ah Mo, don't worry, it's just a general communication."

"Can you not be worried? I'm afraid that after today, I will be famous in Luodu's aristocratic circle again."

"It's a good name if you want to come out." The old god Mu Yang was there, "Look quickly."

Ji Huaimo followed his gaze and looked down, but it turned out that Wen Hui had quietly started when they were talking just now.

At this time, a group of scholars from all over the world gathered downstairs.

They gather together in groups of three or five to discuss major literary events or national affairs, or they hang their folding fans and bow their heads and meditate independently.

The lobby was bustling for a while, and high-pitched singing sounded from time to time.

And his half of the que words have already been hung high on the white cloth for the scholars to appreciate.

"'But hearing the neighing of the horse, I went straight to the blue sky and raced to the sky.' What a lofty ambition! The lyricist is a general, right? The general also has this literary talent these days, but it is commendable!"

"Yeah yeah!"

That's a good point.In Anguo, it is the same reason that warriors do not know how to write and ink, just like literati who have no power to restrain chickens.The so-called "all-rounder in civil and military affairs" generally only appears in story books or operas, and it is even more impossible for the princes of aristocratic families.

Because Anguo is not fond of reading and writing, the children of the aristocratic family are illiterate, and there are a lot of them in the circle, let alone reciting poems and composing lyrics.

Someone like Ji Huaimo who is good at fighting, and occasionally arty, is already an outlier in the aristocratic family.

"However, wouldn't it be difficult for me and other literati to face this Xia Que, which is full of murderous spirit?"