The maid brought Chunxiu to the Ninth Princess, and whispered again, and the Ninth Princess Yu Wenyun was also surprised, looked at Chunxiu, and asked, "Are you Fu Xiaoguan's girl?" ”

Chunxiu pinched the hem of her clothes, pursed her lips and nodded.

"Why didn't your son-in-law come?"

"My son-in-law said that he was really embarrassed, he really had something very important to do...... He said that it was up to the slave to express his apology, and that he would have the opportunity to plead again. ”

"That's it?"

"Oh, no......" Chunxiu took out the page from her sleeve, handed it to Yu Wenyun, and said: "Although my son-in-law can't come, my son-in-law wrote a poem for the slave to send, I hope the young ladies and sons can like it." ”

At this moment, the huge four-story building was silent.

Many people know that the Prince's Mansion sent invitations to the Fu family, and many people also hope to be able to see Fu Xiaoguan here. Because of the various sayings about Fu Xiaoguan, it is now full of the huge Linjiang City.

Some people say that he writes and sings stars, and he writes words.

Some people also say that he sells his reputation and plagiarizes other people's poems.

But in everyone's minds, the previous Fu Xiaoguan must have been a gentleman, a representative of idleness without learning and unlearning, and now he suddenly knew that he had made amazing words, and even sang it in the market - this contrast is really a bit big, so how he is, if you see it here, you can also know.

No one expected that Fu Xiaoguan would not come.

So Fu Xiaoguan asked a master to ghostwrite and copied two words, accounting for the vast majority.

Just when everyone was almost closing the coffin, he sent a maidservant girl and brought a poem...... What is he trying to do?

What kind of poem is this?

All eyes fell on Yu Wenyun's body, and Liu Jingxing and the three were no exception.

Yu Wenyun took the page and frowned, like all those who saw Fu Xiaoguan's words for the first time, this broken word is really difficult to see!

But then, her eyebrows furrowed.

Her lips opened slightly, and she read it slowly.

Drunk tonight

Tonight's stars and tonight's wind, the west side of the painting building is on the east of Lindong.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart.

The next seat sends the hook summer wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red.

Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent. ”

Silent at the moment.

Yu Wenyun slowly raised his head, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was still silent.

The people standing nearby heard the poem that Yu Wenyun was reading, and they were silent, because they couldn't make a sound, because the poem was too high, so high that they couldn't touch it at all.

Only in the heart...... There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart......

And the people who stood a little farther away, such as Liu Jingxing, they didn't hear the poem recited by Yu Wenyun, but they felt an inexplicable weight because of the silence.

It pressed against their chests like a boulder, and it was difficult for them to breathe.

Yu Wenyun opened her eyes, her eyes were soft, she looked at Chunxiu, and asked in a low voice: "There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart...... When your young master wrote this poem, do you know who he wrote it for? ”

Chunxiu has been observing this scene, and her heart has gradually settled down, the young master's poem is really amazing!

She raised her neck, quite proud, and replied: "At that time, the slave maid asked the young master, saying that the young master has a heart with whom?" ”

"How did your young master answer?"

"My young master said, naturally it is Dong Shulan and Miss Dong."

“…… Oh......"

Yu Wenyun took the poem and walked on the central stage, her eyes swept over everyone, raised the page in her hand, and said: "This is a poem written by Fu Xiaoguan, he has important matters and can't participate, so he sent his maid ring to send it, below, I will read it to everyone." ”

Liu Jingxing and the three of them took a few steps forward, and many people gathered in front of the stage, even Fan Duoer and Bai Qiu were no exception.

No one realized that Fu Xiaoguan only came out with two poems, but it had already brought great pressure to the talents in Linjiang.

And for a woman like Fan Duoer who is in the Qinglou, she is extremely eager for Fu Xiaoguan's poems.

It's not a question of talented and beautiful people, it's a question of singing.

Being able to sing Fu Xiaoguan's poems for the first time, this is the identity and status in this field.

Just under the anxious eyes of everyone, Yu Wenyun spoke again.

"Tonight's stars and tonight's wind, the west side of the painting building is on the east of Lindong.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear......"

……

Tang Shuyu took a sip of the wine in the glass, went to the small table alone, poured another glass, and dried it up in another sip.

Liu Jingxing didn't make any moves, he was stunned.

Yu Yunqi laughed at himself, "What a good person...... Since then, he has been the head of Linjiang talents. ”

Yu Wenyun was about to walk off the stage, but a voice suddenly sounded below: "I thought that this was still not done by Fu Xiaoguan!" ”

She looked at the voice, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, whose face was now full of anger.

"You are all from Linjiang, I don't believe you don't know what kind of person Fu Xiaoguan is! My cousin had been messing with Fu Xiaoguan before, and this son didn't know how to write poetry at all, and he hadn't even finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics. Regardless of this person's character, in terms of poetry alone, do you believe that a person who has never written poetry suddenly writes a lot of good works? Even those dramas don't dare to write like this! ”

The crowd whispered, gradually echoed, and gradually condemned, and the most powerful voice was: Since Fu Xiaoguan is so talented, why didn't he dare to participate in several invitations, including this Shanglin Poetry Meeting, he is the same!

This is also the question that Yu Wenyun is puzzled about.

Poetry will this thing is very popular in the Dayu Dynasty, the Dayu Dynasty to establish the country by force, to govern the country with literature, in the more than 200 years, the style of writing has long been prosperous, even in the temple, the civil officials have overwhelmed the military attaché.

For readers, participating in the poetry meeting is an extremely meaningful thing, being able to become famous, being able to meet more literati, being able to integrate into the circle of literati, etc., there is no reason for them not to participate, so why didn't Fu Xiaoguan come?

The crowd gradually became excited, the voice became louder and louder, and what he said became more and more difficult to hear, Yu Wenyun was about to stop it, but saw Fu Xiaoguan's girl rushing up angrily.

Chunxiu is angry!

My young master is something you bastards can slander!

She crossed her hands on her hips and yelled: "Shut up for me!" ”

So, the crowd really stopped.

Chunxiu stretched out a hand and pulled forward, pulling a large group of people.

"You ...... It's all rubbish! ”

"Let me tell you, my young master is not only excellent in poetry, but he is also writing books, how can you compare to these wastes!"

With that, she rushed down again in a rage, and walked straight to the gate, pulled it open violently, walked out, slammed it shut again, her chest heaved and heaved, and walked away quickly.