The scholars in the audience were all disdainful at first, but as the graceful, beautiful and wonderful sentences came into their eyes, their disdainful expressions soon changed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, there was a bit of surprise, then their expressions became startled, and in the end, they had turned into an uproar, and they were stunned.

After a while, the whole courtyard was silent, and all the scholars held their breath, their eyes widened, and they indulged in the poems written by the potters with extremely shocked and inexplicable eyes.

After the last few strokes, a masterpiece of poetry was completed.

The potter threw the pen away, turned around with his sleeves, and sneered at the bewildered scholars: "This article of mine is written especially for this young lady, praising her beauty, if you think you write better than me, just stand up." ”

Offstage, there was a deathly silence.

There was a look of jealousy and wonder in the eyes of all the scholars, and they were obviously amazed that this vulgar and coarse man in front of them could write such a poem that made them jealous and dwarfed.

Although they had a sense of jealousy, under the absolute pressure of the potter's literary talents, there was no room for resistance, so they could only bow their heads silently with shame on their faces.

The potter snorted coldly, waved his hand and shouted: "It's all served, right, since it's all served, don't hurry up and get out of here!" ”

The scholars were shocked, all of them clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and were so ashamed that they were ashamed of themselves, and they were annoyed and angry.

They really wanted to rush up and teach this arrogant foreigner a hard lesson, but they saw that the potter was strong, and at first glance he had practiced martial arts, and there were a number of fierce and vicious subordinates around him.

Besides, they are because their literary skills are not as good as others, and if they are embarrassed and angry and do something with others, then it is really Sven sweeping the floor, losing face and losing the inside.

In desperation, this group of scholars had no choice but to swallow bitter water, and they did not dare to attack, so they could only glare at the potters a few times, and leave with their sleeves indignant.

In a moment, the scholars who filled the courtyard silently lowered their heads and fled from this embarrassing place for them.

Looking at the amazing scene in front of them, Wu Song and Wei Chigong were directly stupid, the two of them looked confused, and the second monk couldn't figure it out.

They were already prepared that once their own emperor wrote some "unsightly" poems and was ridiculed by those poor scholars, they would immediately start beating up those who ridiculed them without saying a word.

But they never expected that after the poems of the Son of Heaven were written, these scholars all lost their temper, let alone laughing, and they didn't even dare to let go of half a fart, so they fled with their tails between their legs.

"I said Songzi, this tells me, what's the situation, why are these grandchildren dumb?" Wei Chigong was dazed and knocked Wu Song with his elbow.

Wu Song also looked confused, and stammered: "I don't know, why did these poor scholars suddenly become dumbfounded, could it be that our Son of Heaven wrote some peerless masterpieces, and they couldn't be suppressed?" ”

"Isn't it!" Wei Chigong was even more surprised, so shocked that his jaw was about to fall, "I have followed Your Majesty for so many years, why don't you know that in addition to using soldiers like a god, he also wrote a good poem, how is it possible, then Your Majesty is too civil and military!" ”

Yu Chigong and Wu Song were surprised, and in the attic, the rich lady who covered her face also had a look of surprise in her bright eyes.

She thought that the potter was just a rough man who could write any good poems, but she was afraid that what she wrote would not even be good for those scholars, as he himself said, "not even as good as shit".

She had even been thinking about how to relieve the potter when he was ridiculed by the scholars, after all, he had just come forward to speak for herself.

But a miracle happened.

When the potter wrote down his poems, the audience was shocked, and the scholars who boasted of their high talents not only did not laugh at them, but they were all amazed, and they all seemed to be subdued by the potter's poems.

In the sound of the potter's "get out", these arrogant scholars didn't dare to squeak, so they fled silently and gloomily.

What did this man write that made these scholars speechless?

This curious thought immediately appeared in her mind, and she couldn't wait to see what incredible masterpieces this seemingly rude man had written.

"Miss, the poem written by that son has been copied down, please take a look at it." At this time, the maidservant who hurriedly went to the cabinet brought forward the poems that had not yet dried the ink.

She snatched it and eagerly lowered her eyebrows to read it.

The name of the poem is called "Luo Shen Fu".

"Soaring, graceful like a dragon, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine...... Ling Bo microstepped, Luo socks dust...... I didn't spit out my words, and my breath was like a quiet orchid...... Graceful and graceful, I forgot to eat......"

She read out this "Luo Shen Fu" word by word, her voice gradually trembled with excitement, and endless surprises surged in her bright eyes, as if she was holding an immortal treasure.

When the whole poem was finished, she couldn't help but admire: "Kuangshi Qiwen, it is really Kuangshi Qiwen, this person's literary style is unparalleled in the world, and it can be called the first in the world!" ”

It's no wonder she can't be amazed.

The pottery merchant's "Luo Shen Fu", but from the past history, Cao Cao's talented son Cao Zhi's hand, is a peerless masterpiece recited in ancient and modern times, specifically to describe the beauty of "Luo Shen".

Such a masterpiece, looking at ancient and modern times, I am afraid that only poets like Li Bai can be compared.

In the world of great controversy, martial arts are the best, and the potters originally disdained to dance and make ink, so they had a stomach full of "ink", but they rarely took it out to show off.

It's just that today he couldn't get used to seeing this group of poor scholars rampant here, so he casually picked up such a song "Luo Shen Fu", and easily overwhelmed the audience.

"Cao Zhi, I'm sorry, I borrowed your masterpiece to pretend to be forced again, but now you have slipped away with Cao Cao to the barren land of the Western Regions, and I guess you don't have the leisure to write a poem like Luo Shenfu......"

The potter smiled secretly in his heart, and saw that none of those poor scholars were left, and his goal was achieved, that is, he jumped off the high platform and walked away.

"This son is slow." The middle-aged man on the stage also hurriedly followed, wanting to stay.

The potter turned and glanced at him, "What do you want?" ”

The middle-aged man is obviously also a person who knows the goods, and when he saw the extraordinary literary brilliance of the potter, he smiled and said: "Today, under the hem, this competition is in the ring, especially for the little girl to recruit a son-in-law, the son's "Luo Shen Fu" is amazing, overwhelming all the talents present, naturally it is the winner, my little daughter is likely to favor the son, the son may wish to stay and sit down." ”

The potter was stunned, and only then did he remember that he was recruiting relatives in Biwen, and he was in love with his own Luo Shen Fu, which not only shocked the poor scholars, but also shocked the master's family, looking at the posture of this middle-aged man, this is planning to leave himself as a virtuous son-in-law.

That's such a good thing.

Even if the potter is so beautiful, but there are countless beauties in the harem, and any one of them is a beauty that amazes the world, so naturally he will not casually meet a woman from a family, and marry regardless of beauty or ugliness.

"I ...... I just can't get used to seeing those poor scholars disrespectful to Miss, so I wrote a random first to teach them a lesson, you don't need to take it seriously. ”

"This son, listen to me."

"Needless to say, I still have something to do, take my leave." The potter didn't give him a chance to stay, turned around and walked away.

When the middle-aged man still wanted to keep him, he couldn't beat the potter's legs, and when he chased him out, the potter had already brought a large group of people to the end of the street.

The middle-aged man was helpless, so he could only stand at the door and shake his head and sigh, looking regretful.

"Daddy, where's the son?" At this time, the masked woman also went down to the attic and hurriedly chased out.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "This person said that he was just fighting, not to recruit relatives, when his father just wanted to keep him, he ran away without saying anything, and didn't keep him." ”

The face-covered woman's eyebrows suddenly froze, and she stomped her feet and complained: "Daddy, how can you not keep him, this person is unparalleled in the world, just with this poem, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the number one talent in the world, and his daughter is married to such a great talent, how can you let him go." ”

"What can I do for my father, if people want to leave, we can't force him to stay, besides, he goes so fast, he doesn't give his father a chance to speak and stay." The middle-aged man spread his hands helplessly.

The masked woman's eyes were full of disappointment, and she bit her lip and said, "Anyway, my daughter decided that if the son didn't marry, since he left, then I wouldn't marry for life." ”

After that, the masked woman stomped her feet again, returned to the courtyard in a negative manner, and went up to the attic.

The middle-aged man's face turned gloomy, and he followed him all the way, and said in his mouth: "What are you talking about, how can there be a reason that your daughter's family will not marry for life, it's a big deal to pick an outstanding one from those scholars just now, you don't have to be so high, you set a threshold for yourself." ”

The woman who covered her face also had a big temper, and she didn't want to listen to her father's nagging, so she closed the door with a "bang" and blocked her father out.

The middle-aged man looked annoyed, and knocked on the door and shouted: "I tell you, the man should get married, the woman should get married, this is a matter of course, the father has been by your temperament, indulged you for so many years, this time must not be left to you!" Say anything this year, I have to marry you off, you pick and choose by yourself, and your father will choose for you, anyway, the marriage is a big event, and the parents are in charge, hum! ”

The middle-aged man lectured outside the door for a while before he brushed his sleeves away.

Inside the door, the face-covered woman leaned against the door, listening to her father's lesson outside, and she was angry.

When her father finished teaching and there was no movement outside, she opened the door and snorted at the empty corridor: "Those sour and rotten scholars who are shallow and self-righteous, I won't marry, if you dare to force me, I will die to show you." ”

After venting, she slammed the door slammed shut.

The personal maid in the room had no choice but to make a bitter face and persuade: "Miss is angry, the master is actually for the good of the young lady, after all, the young lady is already twenty-five years old, and the young ladies who grew up with the young lady are now in their teens, and the old man has not been less gossip from the neighbors over the years." ”

The woman who covered her face said disapprovingly: "Those ordinary people, if they want to chew their tongues, let them chew well, I don't care, I have to marry an extraordinary man who calls my heart, otherwise I would rather die of old age." ”

"However, most people in this world are ordinary people, how can the extraordinary Lang Jun be so easy to find, just take the son just now, the young lady is fancy to others, but they don't mean that, it's not fate." The maidservant sighed silently.

Is there no fate......

The woman who covered her face seemed to be touched, and she muttered for a moment, but her eyes showed determination, and she bit her lip and said: "Fate is to be fought for by yourself, since God has sent this fate to me, I will never let it go easily." ”

"Miss means ......"

"You go and do two things for me." She suddenly lowered her tone, "You ask me about the origin of that prince first, I don't think he is like our Thornjin people, most of them are passing merchants, you go and inquire when they will leave and where they are going." ”

After a pause, she then instructed: "Also, you prepare a few more men's clothes for me, and there are enough soft and thin coils to wrap, the sooner the better, and you must not let your father notice." ”

"What are you going to do, Miss?" The maidservant heard the clue, and her voice trembled and panicked.

She took a light breath and said resolutely: "I want to find that son and elope with him!" ”

(This chapter is a little late.,Thinking about the plot lately.,I'm a little tired.,I feel like my body is hollowed out.。。。。 ）