Xing Lao asked in surprise, all the people present were knowledgeable people, who didn't understand what the poems on the ground meant.

Huang Hanyun secretly screamed that it was not good, and was busy interrupting: "This poem is nothing good, like a child's limerick poem, the words and sentences are too simple, there is no artistic conception at all, flat and straightforward, compared to Yunyuan's "Chai Yuan" seven words, it is really a little worse, haha... Yunyuan, don't you say? ”

The faces of several scholars next to him stiffened, and they suddenly came to their senses, and they were busy catering: "That's it, that's it, don't say it's Brother Yunyuan, even if we do it casually, it's a lot better than this poem, it's hard to be elegant, it's hard to be elegant!" ”

Mo Zhizhou, who can be called a human spirit, could not understand the key, but in order to avoid trouble, he also hurriedly echoed: "Taifu Xing, this poetry meeting has the best, and the children's things will be decided by themselves, let's hurry up and put Yunyuan's poems on the literary wall." ”

"Hmph" Xing Lao snorted coldly, his face was full of anger at this time, and he looked around, quite angry: "A group of literati talents, are they all so narrow-minded? ”

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Sheng again: "Tell me, how is this poem?" ”

Jiang Sheng stepped forward, arched his hand, and said modestly: "This poem only uses a few strokes such as the first bloom of peach blossoms, the warm ducks in the river, and the short and tender reed buds, to outline the beautiful painting of the river scenery in early spring.

What is especially amazing is the sentence "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet", which is described in an interesting and wonderful way! In addition, his subtlety also shows that in his humorous imagination, he uses "puffer fish desire" to dye the breath of early spring and deepen the artistic conception. It can really be said that there are paintings in the poems, and the most difficult thing is that this is such a simple choice of words and sentences, so that this poem is like a natural one, without traces, Jiang Sheng sighed to himself..."

Hearing Jiang Sheng say this, Xing Lao's expression softened slightly, and he appreciated Jiang Sheng's evaluation: "Well, yes, with this tolerant bearing, he deserves the title of the first talent in Ningzhou, and this bearing is more valuable than knowledge." ”

Xing Lao's words can be said to refer to Sang scolding Huai, and for a while, the faces of the people around him turned green and embarrassed, but because of Xing Lao's identity, everyone did not have any more disputes.

"She didn't lie to me? It's really better than the poems on the wall, how is this possible? ”

Dongming basically understood that the fat girl's casual graffiti verses were not only good for himself, but even his master felt good, and he was even more shocked in his heart.

"Dongming, who wrote this poem?"

Xing Lao looked serious, and when he asked, everyone around him was full of anticipation, and they all looked at the boy in front of him.

Don't look at them on the surface that this poem is not worth mentioning, but in their hearts they still secretly admire it, and they are curious about the poet.

"It's... It was made by the fisherwoman's maid. ”

Dongming was a little nervous when he was watched, and he stuttered a little when he spoke.

"Oh! Is it her? Xing Lao stroked his beard, with a contemplative expression, what he said about her naturally meant Qiao Yue, he didn't believe that a maid could make such a good poem.

Unconsciously came up with the woman who was giggling with the maid on the river beach under the Shangyang Bridge, with a lively personality, and any sentence of "those who wish to take the bait" revealed the philosophy of Ning Ren's deep thinking.

If this poem was written by Qiao Yue, then it was reasonable, he thought, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Yes, she wrote it, and she also said that the poems on the wall are simply vulgar, and they are simply made up."

Dongming said, with a thick indignation on his face, and the person he said about her naturally meant the fat girl.

"Haha... Rough fabrication, good a crude fabrication. When these words came out of her mouth, the old man didn't feel arrogant, and it was quite in line with her character. ”

Xing Lao stroked his beard again, his face was intoxicated, and he laughed heartily, without any unwilling and angry looks.

"Fisherwoman, maid." Listening to the conversation between Dongming and Xing Lao, the eyebrows of the surrounding people were crowded, and they racked their brains and really couldn't understand what they were talking about.

Immediately, Xing Lao ignored the doubtful eyes around him, walked in front of Ye Junsheng, and arched his hand: "Congratulations to Ye Yuanwai, this year the Ye family has produced a good sentence, this poem is the best, and the old man will come to the door to ask for advice, and please ask Mrs. Zun to give advice." ”

(Outside the staff, refers to officials other than the regular staff, so such official positions can be donated and bought, so the rich are called outsiders.) ）

Ye Junsheng had a bitter face, and he still hadn't figured out what the situation was, this poem was not written by Jiang Sheng, he knew this, but now why did Xing Lao come to congratulate him again, Xing Lao was the prince and the prince back then, how could the paper come to my house to ask for advice, and what does this matter have to do with Mrs.

He looked puzzled, but he still smiled and said: "I have been praised by Xing Lao so much, Ye is really fortunate to have three lives, Xing Lao, please rest assured, this year's donation to repair Ye of Zhiyun Temple will definitely be done, and it will not disappoint the people of Ningzhou City." ”

Ye Junsheng didn't care what the situation was, anyway, Xing Lao had spoken, and others naturally didn't dare to object, now that the matter of charity donation and repair is implemented, it will be a big deal to be able to make friends with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince when the time comes.

As the so-called mountains and rivers have no way out, the willows and flowers are bright and another village, in less than an hour, Ye Junsheng has experienced great sorrow to great joy, and his heart is simply happy.

"Hmph..."Huang Hanyun's face was ugly, but he didn't dare to say that Xing Lao was not, he glared at Ye Junsheng and said loudly: "Brother Ye is really a good method!" In addition to singing, the new lady will really have a lot of things, presumably Mrs. Ye is also an expert in the room, and Huang will come to the door to ask for advice in person, and please ask Mrs. Zun to give me advice or two! ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to drop a sentence threateningly: "Brother Ye's previous words in front that insulted my father-in-law, Huang must have brought it personally!" ”

After saying that, he shouted and took a group of talented people from the capital down the mountain.

Ye Junsheng was in a happy mood, so he didn't care about Huang Hanyun's vicious words, and grabbed the little guy who was about to catch up with the theory: "Let him go, haha... The eunuch's son is this kind of bearing, and we don't have the same knowledge as him. ”

"Haha..."

After speaking, even Xing Lao laughed, Huang Hanyun's open-mindedness is indeed as small-minded as a eunuch, Ye Junsheng's words are very apt.

The poems carved on the wall are not mentioned, and most of the day passes in a blink of an eye, and everyone returns happy.

"Master, I'm so tired today, you better go back and rest and rest, don't go fishing!"

Dongming chased after him, busy persuading.

"It's not fishing, I'm going to see if she's still there."

Xing Lao walked in the direction of Shangyang Bridge without looking back, very persistent, and a little urgent.

"I said that it wasn't her who did it, it was the maid who did it, you should also find the maid, what are you going to do to see that uneducated fisherwoman?"

Dongming was dissatisfied, no matter what he said, Xing Lao just didn't believe it.

Xing Lao turned his head, smiling gently, and with a little playfulness: "Hehe... You child, if she were a fisherwoman, your lord wouldn't even be able to be a "constant old man". ”

Dong Ming scooped the back of his head, didn't understand the meaning of Xing Lao's words, stopped for a moment, and suddenly caught up with him and shouted, "You mean that she made this poem in advance?" But how could she know that today's poetry meeting would be themed on spring, and why didn't she sue Master Ye directly, but instead sue Sù Ya? ”

"Wise man, do you understand?" Xing Lao turned around again: "Otherwise, what do you think you really believe in the maid?" ”

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