After thinking about it, and not caring about the reaction of the steward, I leaned against the wall, poked out half of my head, and quietly glanced at the situation in the courtyard—fortunately, there was no expected scene of obscenity and obscenity, nor was there a beautiful scene beyond the scope of acceptance.

There were about thirty people in the courtyard, sitting behind the tables on both sides of the cloister, and in the pavilion on the other side there were also Maiko performers to entertain them.

The most conspicuous among this group of people is the gentle middle-aged woman on the main seat in the center.

She had a round goose egg face, a plump body, and a smile that looked like a kind person—if it weren't for the elegant folding fan in her hand, I would have rated her even higher.

I don't know if this middle-aged woman is the owner of this courtyard, or if she is a famous person invited by the organizers?

I was still hesitating whether I should go in or not, when the steward who had led the way for me suddenly passed me into the small courtyard, went straight to the middle-aged woman on the first seat, and bent down to say a few words to her; The woman, who had been immersed in the sound of the piano and was intoxicated, glared at her with displeasure at first, and then swept towards me.

I don't know what the steward said to her, but she was obviously very excited, and she flicked the hem of her clothes to stand up, but she was worried about something, and at last she only ordered the steward to come and invite us in, and did not get up to meet us.

However, her appearance is enough to attract the attention of people with a heart.

I pulled Jiang Zhuo and walked in, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried: this kind of ostentatious way of entering the entrance is not the same as the transparent and low-key I imagined before.

At first glance, I didn't see that Fu Gongzi, and my heart was half relieved.

The steward led us to the last seat, which is exactly what I want: the farther away, the farther away from right and wrong—but unfortunately, the cause and effect of the world can be avoided if you want to?

When I got closer, I found that a thin canal had been dug in front of the table where the group was sitting, and the clear stream water was drawn for irrigation, and colorful swimming fish could be faintly seen playing in the water.

While I was fascinated by the fish, I saw a delicate little wine bottle floated upstream, like it was made of gold, but it floated steadily on the water; He staggered all the way through the positions of the many people in front of him, and finally stopped in front of me and Jiang Zhuo - it was so dangerous, it almost reached us.

Seeing this, I finally understood a little: Isn't this the meandering water that is often mentioned in the book?

These talented girls are really good at playing...... But in this way, doesn't this poetry have the nature of a competition?

There are still some differences from what I guessed about the tasting event.

I thought it would be enough to show the work that I had prepared in advance, but now it seems that it is not only the participants who are

"Hehe, it's Miss Lin Yuanzhi again...... Miss Lin is prosperous today, I don't know what masterpieces will there be? The official will wait and see-" The middle-aged woman put together a folding fan and took an apricot-colored flower note from the hand of the attendant beside her, "Within a stick of incense, make a poem with the title of chrysanthemum." ”

"The golden dress is slim and white. I know that the times are different, and I seem to be cold with the years. The fall is unbearable, and the branches are rather withered. (Note 1) "The young woman sitting in front of me was no more than twenty years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a very elegant temperament, looking like a talented woman who had read poetry and books; And she did make a poem in less than half a pillar of incense, which sounded very good---it made people ashamed of themselves.

Sure enough, I heard the middle-aged woman applaud applauding quite appreciatively: "Miss Lin is worthy of being the leader of the previous session, she is quick and full of wealth, I am afraid that this year's leader is also in your pocket." ”

"Lord Shen praised it falsely, and the students didn't dare to be ashamed." Miss Na Lin hurriedly got up and bowed deeply to the above, with humility in her mouth, but there was a hint of pride in her eyes.

- It's normal to be a young girl after all, and it's normal to have a little vanity...... However, Mu Xiu was destroyed by the forest wind, didn't he see the jealousy and unwillingness in the eyes of others?

It's not necessarily a good thing to be so sharp.

I shook my head, looked sideways, and happened to see the curvature of mockery at the corner of Jiang Zhuo's mouth.

With this expression, could it be that Jiang Zhuo's conceited literary accomplishment is much higher than that of Miss Na Lin?

Or is there someone else who she despises?

I turned my head again and followed her gaze - it turned out that she had been paying attention to Lord Shen who was sitting at the top.

What is there to pay attention to about this Lord Shen?

When I was thinking about it, I felt that my arm was lightly touched, and Jiang Zhuo's inexplicable eyes fell on my face, teaching me to be nervous: "What's wrong?" ”

I saw her thin lips pursed slightly, as if to say something, but at last she only sighed, and motioned with her eyes for me to look at the little canal in front of me—it was the little golden bottle that floated leisurely in front of me, and was held against the pebbles below, and stopped moving.

And this also means that the next person to make a literary display is ...... It's me.

"I'm afraid this young lady is just participating in the Wendu Poetry Club for the first time, right? Young but smart, it's really terrifying! Hahaha...... "I was at a loss, and I heard that Lord Shen at the top had praised me inexplicably, "Okay, it's still Yongdai, the time for a stick of incense, please." ”

She looked at me expectantly and taught me how to refuse.

There were ready-made four treasures on the table, and I casually smoked a thin wolf hair and dipped it in the abundant ink.

The posture seems to be the same, but when I really want to start writing, I have a problem with the snow-white rice paper - this ink, paper and inkstone are all good products, but unfortunately my brush characters are really unsatisfactory and difficult to match.

Speaking of which, it's no wonder to me: after practicing pen and chalk for many years, how could I have imagined that one day I would need to use this true quintessence of calligraphy?

After thinking for a long time, he caught a glimpse of the incense that had been burned halfway, and he felt a little anxious.

Although the others were far away from me, they all watched me with bated breath, only the old god Shen was drinking the wine in his cup on the ground, shaking his head to the sound of the piano - as if he was confident in my level, and as if he was indifferent to my performance...... This attitude is really inscrutable.

I felt that the ink dipped in the tip of the pen was about to drip down the gravity on the rice paper, and it was inevitable that an ugly ink spot would appear after it dropped.

I stared at the words of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing for a while, and then I added a sentence at the end...... By the time I finished writing, the incense had just come to an end.

Stopping my pen, I glanced at Jiang Zhuo, who was looking thoughtfully at my desk, and was shocked, and subconsciously reached out to cover it; It's not that I'm worried that she'll recognize my ghost drawings, it's just that I don't want to teach her that I'm an unlearned and unskilled fool - I can't write poetry, and even the words are so ugly.

It's just that I myself understand that this action is not only naïve, but also meaningless.

I just heard that Lord Shen smiled, and beckoned the steward who led us in to take the rice paper on my desk—before I could refuse, the unsightly work had already been handed to her—alas, this is bad.

I covered half of my face in annoyance, regretting my decision to come to this poetry meeting: I am afraid that not only Jiang Zhuo, but everyone present will know that I have really learned......

Thinking of the disdain they would give in, I longed to give birth to a pair of wings at once, so that I could escape from here; But when I thought that Jiang Zhuo would also be included, this embarrassment turned into unspeakable pain, which spilled into my skin inch by inch, invaded my lungs, and made my eyes astringent, but I didn't dare to cry in front of everyone.

Staring stubbornly at Lord Shen like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, even though she knew the end, she still couldn't take her eyes off - but I didn't expect it anyway, she took my answer sheet from the steward's hand without changing her face, muttered for a moment, and suddenly slapped the table: "Good! ”

- What's going on?

Is there something wrong with my understanding?

The word "good" should not be derogatory......

When I was as unclear as the others present, I saw Lord Shen's eyebrows fluttering and said, "Lan is both spring and chrysanthemum." Fragrant smoked herbs, colorful and heroic. Which is the aromatic quality, in the secluded healing. (Note 2) Xiaoyou's poem is really wonderful! She read the contents of the world in front of the rice paper seriously, her expression was free and she couldn't find a flaw, and her acting skills were superb, if she didn't know the real words written on the paper, I was afraid that I would be taken seriously.

- Could it be that she deliberately read another poem to replace my indiscriminate answers?

But for what did she do this?

As soon as she finished speaking, the scholars and talented women present also praised in unison, and the gazes of admiration or admiration taught me to have a hot face; And the slightly lost but convincing smile of Miss Lin, who had just learned a lot, when she looked at me, taught me to be so ashamed that I hated to hide my head under the table - poetry is good poetry, but I didn't write it at all!

What made me feel like a man the most was Jiang Zhuo's gaze that was a mixture of surprise and inquiry, and only I knew how much effort it took to suppress the idea of immediately explaining the truth to her - I couldn't guess the intention of that Lord Shen to do this, but now that I clarified, it was undoubtedly a slap in the face of both myself and the other party, and it did nothing but invite evil.

All I can do is wait and see what happens with my doubts and the shame of not being known.

Thinking to myself, I had to force a smile in response to the compliments and compliments of these people.

When I was embarrassed and embarrassed, I saw a person slowly pacing into the courtyard while high-five, and praised without exception: "Good poetry, good poetry...... I wonder who is there? ”

The gentle voice was a little muffled when it penetrated the hood, and the facial features could not be distinguished, only knowing that it was a man; But as soon as he appeared, he taught the young ladies and ladies to show joy, and even more, the admiration in their eyes was undisguised.

- This uninvited guest is none other than Fu Gongzi, who entered the courtyard with Jiang Zhuo first.