After a while, Xiang Xuehai had already placed several tables, each table was separated by the same distance to avoid interfering with each other and cheating, Hua Jin took Furong to find a table casually, and the table was already prepared with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that Hua Jin was not frightened to find a position, Zhang Huilan also found a position, as for the other young ladies, most of them are also literate, and they always do some limericks, Mrs. Zhixian said that they wanted them to participate together, and they didn't dare to refuse, so they all drove ducks to the shelves, and the most heartless of them was Niu Xiaohua, as Wu Caihuan said, she really didn't know a few big words!

"Since you want to compare, you can't have no time limit, just a stick of incense as the limit, no rhyme, just take the flowers in this garden as the theme, if the sons outside are interested, you can also do it, let everyone appreciate it, if you do it well, my family also has ten taels of silver!"

It's not to win the lottery of these money, the biggest official in the entire Tongzhao County is the magistrate, and the scholar can show his face there again, which is very useful, originally just for fun, but a group of boys and buddies are serious.

Chang Yulei thought of the words on the main hall of Hua Jin's house, and said that the words were like his person, Hua Jin's words were very presumptuous, yes, it was presumptuous, with a completely uncontrolled madness, wild grass This font, only those real madmen can write well, Hua Jin writes well, Chang Yulei knows when he sees her words, this little woman, no matter how regular she is on the outside, is a flamboyant and wanton person on the inside, but reality does not allow her to be so comfortable, so she will be suppressed in the external appearance.

He was very curious about what poems Hua Jin could write.

If Hua Jin knew that Chang Yulei regarded her so accurately, he would probably very much recommend him to go to modern times to be a consultant, as for poetry, Hua Jin wanted to do it, but she was not so omnipotent, she was a poet, she was reluctant to make limericks, and she couldn't do serious poetry. But she has a cheating artifact, the three hundred Tang poems she bought for her goddaughter in her previous life, she hasn't had time to send it, it's still in the space, she took it out some time ago and read it, this time, Hua Jin's conscience is a little uneasy, she is going to plagiarize, I'm sorry, it turns out that the masters of the space!

A stick of incense has been boiled, everyone is meditating, Hua Jin also made a thought, in fact, he is choosing that poem, Furong is 100% worship and trust in her own miss, she has also seen Hua Jin write, although she does not know how to read, but when she sees that kind of waving look, she feels that her own young lady is very powerful.

Half of the time after a stick of incense, Zhang Huilan began to write, Hua Jin still did not move, still standing and thinking, and waited until a long time later, most of the incense was burned, Hua Jin picked up the pen, dipped in ink, and prepared to write.

Fleur saw Hua Jin holding a pen with her left hand, and was a little puzzled, "Miss!"

Hua Jin glanced at her, and Fleur immediately quieted down and stopped talking, since the young lady wanted to use her left hand, it always made sense.

Hua Jin is not left-handed, she is right-handed, but she doesn't want to be so showy, let her do limerick poetry, she can't do it, she can only plagiarize, her poems can't do it, but the words are well written, you can't admit defeat, you must write, then you can only promote the short and avoid the long, write a poem with the left hand, the poem will be amazing, and then use the ugliness of the word, synthesize, it's good, as for painting, let's look at it then, it's nothing to admit defeat, it's almost good, famous, she doesn't want to!

People who have never written with their left hand, what will happen to the words written with a brush, Hua Jin told people with reality, that is four words, miserable, four lines of poetry, each line of words is of different size, twisted and twisted, except that there is no typo, there is no advantage.

Mrs. Zhixian has also seen Hua Jin's words, this time I saw Hua Jin deliberately like this, some surprises Hua Jin's approach, generally girls love to be in the limelight, love to be concerned, even if it is her own little daughter, only a few years old like to be praised and paid attention to. But Huajin can do the opposite, and I don't know what to say about Huajin.

Fame is a thing, it must be matched with the corresponding background to have a good effect, what is the county lord of the prince's family, the young lady of the prime minister's family, a woman with this background is famous, and she will be respected and marry into a good family. But a class of civilians still has a reputation, for fear that no one wants her to be a confinement and a concubine?

No matter why Hua Jin deliberately did this, everyone was relieved after seeing it, to be honest, but everyone who has been to Hua Jin's house knows what level her calligraphy and painting are, and what skills her own girls have, and they also know that if Hua Jin really compares her own children, they will not be comfortable, but she is like this, everyone is comfortable. Although the poem is not well written, the words are still good, and it can always be considered a tie, not ashamed!

"The dawn welcomes the autumn dew with a new branch, and it does not occupy the most spring in the garden. Tao Li is speechless, smiling at the wind and the sunny people. Mrs. Zhixian read Hua Jin's poem, "What a crape myrtle flower!"

Although Li is a concubine, she is also a big family in Beijing, she has been literate since she was a child, and her knowledge is also okay, and her tasting ability is still good.

Zhang Huilan's words are still good, but the poems are average, they must not be as good as the great poet Du Mu plagiarized by Huajin, and Mrs. Zhixian is a little embarrassed "If the quality of the poem, it is naturally Huajin who wins, but if it is calligraphy, it is Miss Zhang who wins!"

"In that case, let's count it as a draw!" Originally, I saw that Hua Jin deliberately wrote badly, and I thought Hua Jin was too cautious, but later I saw that Hua Jin was plain, and she contacted her family background and experience, and also understood Hua Jin's last resort, Chang Yurao did not name it, but proposed it like this.

"Okay!" Hua Jin happily agreed, Zhang Huilan also nodded under her mother's instructions, obviously knowing that Mrs. County wanted this result, why did she do it?

Chang Yulei was bored looking at a group of people to evaluate the poems made, this is a remote location, and there are not many good scholars, naturally, the poems made are also average, he is very concerned about what kind of poems the little girl in Huajin will make.

Knowing that they also cared, Mrs. Zhixian ordered someone to show them the poems of Hua Jin and Zhang Huilan, of course, the woman's works could not flow out, and the words of the two people still had to be taken back.

"It's a pity that such a good poem doesn't have a corresponding good word, it's a pity. Seeing Huajin's words and poems, a group of people sighed.

Chang Yulei saw the pile of dogs crawling and smiled, this Huajin girl is really a wonderful person, it is really rare to be able to spoil the scenery to this extent.

Hua Jin is very proud, and she is very satisfied with the result of the draw.