"What you write as a little kid, it's a waste of paper to give it to you, and you stay there. The man who snatched Jiu Wentian's pen and paper said impatiently.

Jiu Wentian also became angry at this time and said, "Why can't I write?"

At this time, Brother Zhang also hurriedly walked over, thinking it was a big deal, but after looking at Jiu Wentian, he said: "Which child are you from, you actually came here, don't you know what place this is?"

Jiu Wentian really felt that he was wronged by this appearance now, but he had no choice but to beg for the whole way: "My lord is angry, I naturally know what kind of place this is, but I have been familiar with poetry and books since I was a child, and I also want to try tonight's competition." ”

Brother Zhang looked at Jiu Wentian's clothes, although they were a little tattered, but at least he was a person with status. Because the daughter of the Lu family was here tonight, it was naturally not easy to make too much trouble, so he said: "Give him the pen and paper." ”

After finishing speaking, Brother Zhang walked away, and the two people who sent paper and pen were still a little reluctant, and Jiu Wentian thought to himself, isn't this just that the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry? After Jiu Wentian took the pen and paper, he glanced at Lu Yu on the stage, indeed, it was as beautiful as a painting.

Lu Yuzu is about twenty years old, which is the most beautiful age for girls, and I don't know if she came here voluntarily or by force. However, his current task should be to take tonight's competition, and then climb a relationship with the Lu family, so that the dictatorial matter can be solved.

Jiu Wentian pondered the poems on the theme, if you want to impress the girl in front of you, it must not be a friendship separation, presumably every girl will fantasize about her future husband at this age. If you think about it like this, only love can move her.

Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sending North" seems to be a good choice, and he didn't hesitate to write it after a long time.

"Jun asked that the return date is not due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool. He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. ”

After finishing writing, Jiu Wentian's brush was put aside, and he silently thought in his heart Li Shangyin Brother Li, you must help me, tonight's success or failure depends on you. And when Jiu Wentian put down the pen, the person who sent the pen just now came over again, and this one was quite polite, "Little friend, I can help you put it away first after you finish writing." ”

"Thank you. Jiu Wentian presented the piece of paper with both hands, and by the way, he also placed his own expectations.

After about half an hour, everyone handed in the poems they had written, and some even wrote several copies to show their talents. After Brother Zhang glanced at it, it was all handed over to Lu Yu, who sat on the table on the booth and looked through it slowly.

It's a long wait, but this Lu Yu girl is also beautiful when she reads the poems carefully, which also gives Jiu Wentian more time to polish.

In the end, Lu Yu said: "None of these poems can move me, but if you want to pick out the best, it is this one: the evening breeze welcomes people, like a beautiful woman brushing her sleeves to say goodbye; ”

Brother Zhang said on the side: "Good poem! This poem tells a poignant story, in a stormy night, the wife keeps her husband but is rejected by the husband, and there are two worlds outside the door and inside the door. The rainy outside of the door is like cutting the robe and inside the door, which is a poignant expression of the story. ”

"I want to know who the author of this poem is?" Lu Yu said.

Then, a handsome man stood up in the audience, well-dressed and smug. If it is from the perspective of Jiu Wentian, this person must be a beautiful literati gentleman. I saw the man get up and said, "It's me, Wang Cailiang." ”

"It turned out to be the third son of the Wang family, and this poem can really be written by a talented person. ”

"Yes, I knew he was here, so what else do we have to do, he is known for his talent at a young age, this is really a talented woman. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, if these two people are not from the Lu family and the Wang family, then they are really talented and beautiful. ”

"That's the same thing, it's a pity. It's a pity that Lu Yu is not mine, if only I had learned more......"

At this time, Lu Yu suddenly said, "What are you two doing, show me that piece of paper!"

This sound came out, and the bottom was silent, it turned out that the two people who didn't give Jiu Wentian paper and pen just now, and now they are arguing over Jiu Wentian's paper. One wants to send it in to ensure that the contest is fair, and the other says that the kid is just a waste of time.

It's just that he didn't expect the words of these two people to be heard by Lu Yu, and Brother Zhang had to run over and scold: "You two have given me a lot of trouble, don't you know what kind of place this is?! Get out!"

Then, Brother Zhang handed the piece of paper to Lu Yu and said, "I'm really sorry Miss Lu Yu, I didn't take care of my subordinates, and there is another one here." ”

Lu Yu didn't have much hope, because of Wang Cailiang's reasons, Lu Yu made a difficult choice for a while, she admitted that Wang Cailiang is a very talented person, but this poem does not call her heart, it can only be said that there is a relatively tall chicken in the flock, and the real crane is not here. happened to meet the two of them quarrelling, and Lu Yu took this opportunity to excuse himself.

But what I really didn't expect was that since Lu Yu took this piece of paper, he was stunned, and the short four lines of words made Lu Yu shed crystal tears, which was an inconspicuous trace, I saw Lu Yu gently wipe the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, and said: "This is the poem I am looking for! Who wrote it?"

As soon as these words came out, the bottom boiled again, half said that Lu Yu saw Wang Cailiang regretted it, and half said that it was not written by a master. Just as everyone was talking about it, Lu Yu read out the poem in his hand, "Jun Wen has not yet returned to the date, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool." He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. ”

Brother Zhang was also silent when he heard this, and only after a long time did he say: "This, this ......"

I saw that Wang Cailiang was also silent for a long time, and after pondering for a while, he said: "I am willing to bow down, dare to ask which master wrote this, can you let me see it?"

"Masters can't talk about it, it's just clumsy. After hearing Tianxin for a long time, he said that Brother Li should not come to me, and I had to catch ducks on the shelves, but I still pretended to be a master and said: "Since Miss Lu likes it, this poem will be given to Miss Lu." ”

Wang Cailiang looked at Jiu Wentian and showed a complicated expression, but he still said with a smile: "I used to think that I was a leader, but I didn't expect you to open my eyes today, thank you." ”

"You're welcome. "I have heard the sky for a long time.

Wang Cailiang himself felt that he had no face to stay, so he raised his feet and walked out, this brother Zhang also wanted to run over to stay, but this scene was really difficult to leave, so he shouted: "Congratulations to Wang Gongzi!"