Hearing Jiang Zhiyu's words, Liu Shuyan did not have any unnecessary changes in his face, and only continued to smile.

"Jiang Gongzi, please. ”

She gestured with her eyes, and the maid next to her immediately stepped forward and laid out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for Jiang Zhiyu.

"That starts next. Jiang Zhiyu looked calm and picked up the brush.

Without a trace, he made a long-agreed gesture in his hand, and several friends who were with him immediately leaned forward, pretending to admire intentionally or unintentionally.

"Brother Jiang's calligraphy, under the guidance of Xijiang Sanren, is already quite popular, and over time, it may not be able to become a generation of calligraphers. One of them laughed.

"Yes, this word is really good, but this is a poetry meeting, so we still have to see how this poem is. ”

Another person also smiled in a slightly admiring tone: "Everyone seems quite inconvenient, let me read it." ”

At this time, Jiang Zhiyu's poem was already halfway written, and the man began to read the verses in a leisurely tone.

"Carry the pot to persuade me to linger, and take the folded willow to paint the boat. ”

"Fast horses and saddles are all dreams, and jumping dragons and tigers are always up to the sky. ”

"I know that the world is predetermined, and I am happy to be young with people's hearts. ”

Sweeping the screen window and smiling, the soil flowers are piled up on the side of the stone bridge. ”

As he read the last word, Jiang Zhiyu also put pen to paper and finished this seven-character poem.

"Good poetry, good poetry, Brother Jiang doesn't touch a word in this word, but it makes the artistic conception of the unintentional world and retreat to Nanshan come out, it's really wonderful!"

"Draw the boat and fold the willows, and clean the yarn and smile, haha, Miss Smoke, Brother Jiang's mind is all in it!"

As soon as this poem came out, Jiang Zhiyu found the "support" in advance, and immediately began to applaud one by one, setting off the atmosphere.

On the contrary, among the other people present, a few shook their heads slightly, but did not say much.

..................

"This ...... Brother Jiang, this Jiang Zhiyu is really ......"

Yang Zai listened to the poem, his complexion changed several times, and he became quite strange, and he didn't even know which sentence to say.

"I thought that as a student of Guozijian, he had read poetry and books for a long time, and he would be able to confidently go on stage, and he would have something to do, but I didn't expect that he would ...... I actually wrote a limerick poem?"

If he wasn't worried about the movement, he couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Chen also sighed secretly.

The level of this licking dog is also too low.

I didn't write my own poems very well, so I took them so straightforwardly?

If you want to put a sister, even if it's to buy a poem!

There are also those few supports, blowing, embarrassing blowing, and sitting with Jiang Zhiyu in the morning to drink and have fun, for fear that others will not see that you are a trust?

As Jiang Chen, who has risen from a poor scholar all the way up by flickering and pretending to be forced, becoming a nobleman of Donghai Huiji County, and even now successfully ascending to the throne and becoming an alternate imperial husband, he even hates this little brother's methods.

..................

After writing this poem, Jiang Zhiyu felt good about himself and got up gracefully.

He smiled and said to Liu Shuyan: "Miss Shuyan, this poem was written by myself when I saw you below, and I hope that Miss Shuyan will accept it." ”

"Since Gongzi Jiang has good intentions, the concubine is not easy to shirk, Xiaocui, put away this poem by Gongzi Jiang,"

Although Liu Shuyan was smiling, his tone was lukewarm, and he casually asked a maid next to him to put away the rice paper.

This scene made Jiang Zhiyu's heart sink.

Liu Shuyan was obviously not moved by his poem and the atmosphere he painstakingly created!

This made him feel a little frustrated in his heart, which had taken a lot of effort.

Soon, however, he regained his spirits.

In the past two or three years, he has failed many times, which makes his mind extremely tenacious.

Defeat after defeat, defeat after defeat!

Sooner or later, one day, I will be able to let Miss Suyan see his sincerity and be moved by him!

After encouraging himself, Jiang Zhiyu was ready to return to his seat without losing his grace.

However, just as he turned around, he saw the corner of the painting boat, and his face sank again.

The people who came to participate in the poetry meeting, even if they disdained Jiang Zhiyu's poems in their hearts, at least they maintained a harmonious atmosphere on the surface, and some even praised a few words casually, anyway, they don't want money.

Only there, Jiang Chen and Yang Zai talked and laughed at each other, ignoring Jiang Zhiyu's poems.

Angry!

At the same time, a sense of crisis rose in his heart.

In the past, he could lick the ...... slowly and leisurely, wave after wave Ah No, it's to please Miss Shuyan, because Liu Shuyan is unpretentious to everyone, everyone is on the same starting line, and Jiang Zhiyu is the most thoughtful one, he doesn't think that others are his competitors.

Today, however, it is different!

Although Liu Shuyan also has a lot of times when he talks and laughs with people, he is either talking to a respected senior, or he is just playing on the spot, and it seems to be the latter situation when he came in with Jiang Chen just now, but as a three-year-old licking dog, Jiang Zhiyu's keen sense of smell made him vaguely find something different that seemed to be different.

"We have to find a way to kill his sharpness!"

Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts turned, and after a while, he had a plan.

He resurfaced with a smile and spoke loudly towards where Jiang Chen and Yang Zai were sitting.

"Brother Yang Zai, this brother sitting next to you looks quite faced, it should be the first time to come to the Yunhuai Poetry Club, why don't you ask him to compose a poem?"

He was full of grasp in his heart, and looked at Jiang Chen with a smile.

This move will definitely make Miss Suyan see the fact that this kid is just born with a good skin, and the abdomen is reckless!

"This ......"

In a place that Yang Zai hadn't noticed, many people frowned.

This poem together needs inspiration, and there is no reason to force others to do it? Even a few well-known scribes present here had a somewhat lower evaluation of Jiang Zhiyu.

"Brother Jiang, this person is really unreasonable, but do you want me to help you send him away?" Yang Zai, who was involved by Jiang Zhiyu, was also unhappy.

"No need. Jiang Chen put down his wine glass, looked at Jiang Zhiyu who seemed to have a chance to win, and couldn't help but show a smile. "If someone wants to compose a poem, then so-and-so will compose a poem. ”

"Two sons ......" On the side of the painting boat, Liu Shuyan also stood up, as if he was about to persuade the two, but was interrupted by Jiang Chen.

He was dressed as white as snow, and he stood up, his voice as if he was drunk.

"Brother Yang Zai, when I first came to Haojing, I was overjoyed when I saw this Yunhuai scenery, and I was about to compose a poem. ”

"Fetch it for me...... Pen, ink, paper, inkstone!"

Jiang Zhiyu was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately spoke: "Yunhuai Poetry Club has always come to the jade platform to compose poems, how can you be so ......?"

"Xiao Cui, send the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Jiang Gongzi. ”

Before he finished speaking, Liu Shuyan had already instructed the maids beside him, which made his face even more sinky.

"Hmph, as soon as your poem is finished, Miss Smoke will definitely see through your true colors!" he gritted his teeth.

Yang Zai helped clean up the things on the wine table, and put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in place: "Brother Jiang, please!"

"Thank you, Brother Yang Zai, thank you for this girl. ”

Jiang Chen smiled lightly and thanked him, then lifted the pen and dipped it in ink.

For a while, the painting boat became extremely silent, and the boatload of literati and artists all stared at Jiang Chen, and many of them were eager to see what kind of poems he could compose.

Under the watchful eye, Jiang Chen finally put down his pen.

"Autumn Wind ......"

"Wait...... The word?"

Yang Zai, who was beside Jiang Chen, was the first to see Jiang Chen's pen, and as soon as the first word was written, his eyes instantly widened!