The story of Li Xiangjun and Hou Fangyu's "Peach Blossom Fan" is well-known, if nothing else, the two will look at each other today.

However, when he met Zhu Cihong, Hou Fangyu, a street fighter, was destined to hit the street.

Among the four sons of Jinling, Hou Fangyu's character is the worst, after the Qing army entered the customs in history, Chen Zhenhui lived in seclusion, risked Lin Quan, Fang Yizhi became a monk, all three of them were not Manchu Qing, only Hou Fangyu participated in the Manchu Qing scientific expedition, and also made suggestions for the Manchu Qing Dynasty to enter the Central Plains, which was ridiculed by the people of the time.

As the saying goes, a twisted melon is not sweet, but Zhu Cihong disagrees, Chen Yuanyuan followed Sun Yingyuan, isn't it still sweet every day?

Zhu Cihong decided, the marriage between Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun, he concluded!

Zhu Cihong smiled knowingly, he already had a calculation in his heart, and shouted: "Bring the pen!" ”

He came to the small table on the side of the elegant room, Wu Zhong understood, and hurriedly opened the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the small table.

Zhu Cihong picked up the pen, wrote a poem in one go, handed it to Zhao Jinglin, and said with a smile: "Quickly memorize it and show your face!" ”

Zhao Jinglin took a look, immediately smiled, and bowed to Zhu Cihong a few times: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your great kindness!" ”

Zhu Cihong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Ring the bell quickly, don't let people take the lead!" ”

Zhao Jinglin is twenty-five years old this year, an old man in the Yongwei Battalion, the first to follow Zhu Cihong, and the earliest captain of the Tianwu Army Sniper Brigade.

Zhao Jinglin relied on his superb marksmanship to shoot and kill the enemy generals many times, Abatai, Lao Huihui and others died under his gun, and was named "marksman" by Zhu Cihong, and now serves as the commander of the Tianwu Army, leading an army by himself, and is the younger generation of the Tianwu Army that Zhu Cihong relies on.

A crisp bell rang, causing everyone in the building to look sideways and look at the elegant room where Zhu Cihong was.

Zhao Jinglin walked out of the elegant room and said in a loud voice: "Miss Li Xiang, you are not talented, you want to give it a try!" ”

"This person is with that Wufu, could it be that he is also a member of the Tianwu Army?"

"It should be, then this guy's temperament is a martial artist at first glance."

A group of talented people talked about it, and some people cast disdainful glances.

Hou Fangyu saw that he was wearing a cloth robe, waved a peach blossom fan, and sneered: "You are coming? What is your identity, and you dare to come here to disrupt the grand event and blaspheme Miss Li Xiang? ”

Zhao Jinglin smiled slightly, and said: "I am the commander of the Tianwu Army, the general of the imperial court, and the leader of the first-class Ronglu doctor, which is one level higher than the official rank of the household department Shangshu that Ling Zun served in the past, how can I not have a net worth?" ”

There was an uproar in the building, no one could have imagined that the status of this young martial artist was so high, and even Li Xiangjun looked at Zhao Jinglin with a surprised face.

was slapped in the face on the spot, Hou Fangyu's face was ugly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he snorted: "I don't know what you will do, come here not only to have an identity, but also to have both ability and political integrity, there is no ink in your stomach, don't be embarrassed!" ”

Zhao Jinglin was born as a sniper, and his heart quality is extremely high, he said with a smile: "Don't worry about Hou Gongzi." ”

Li Xiangjun saw that he was a high-ranking official of the imperial court, young and handsome, quite personable, and looked like a Confucian general, and said with a smile: "Please give the general advice." ”

Zhao Jinglin nodded slightly, hugged his fists, and said, "Zhao is ugly!" ”

A group of young scholars looked at him, some were disdainful, some were waiting to see the joke, and Hou Fangyu sneered again and again, seeing how he made a fool of himself.

Zhao Jinglin slowly calmed down the surprise in his heart, and paced lightly: "The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world; Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

"Good poetry!"

Fang Yizhi, the head of the four sons, immediately stroked his palms and applauded, and commented: "This masterpiece of the Seven Absolute Poems is a masterpiece of worrying about the country, with an optimistic tone, vivid images, and great artistic charm, which can be called a swan song!" ”

Chen Zhenhui, one of the four sons, also applauded: "General Zhao's belief and mission to serve the country is really amazing!" ”

Li Xiangjun also nodded secretly, and looked at Zhao Jinglin again, and then his pretty face was slightly red, this General Zhao not only has the heart to serve the country, but also borrowed flowers to return to the roots, turned into spring mud, expressed his positive attitude towards life, and also faintly expressed his admiration for himself......

Hou Fangyu's eyes straightened after hearing this, he opened his mouth, and he didn't dare to ridicule each other anymore, everyone here is talented, and the merits of a poem can still be evaluated.

Zhu Cihong smiled secretly, this poem was written by Gong Zizhen, a writer and poet in the Qing Dynasty, it can be called a classic, and even the middle school textbooks are included, and it is more than enough to deal with these so-called talents.

Although the four sons of Jinling also have a lot of achievements in literature, they are still young and their skills are still weak, and if they want to compose a better poem than this in such a short time, the possibility is equal to zero, let alone the rest.

For a while, all the talents present were dumbfounded, they all felt that their faces were hot and painful, and they were trampled on the soles of their feet in public by a martial artist in the field they were best at, how embarrassing it was.

Li Xiangjun blushed and said, "Please talk about the general's pavilion and learn poetry." ”

"No!" A group of young scholars hurriedly said.

Someone was unconvinced: "Miss Li Xiang can't be so rash, I haven't published a poem yet, and the general's poetry may not be the best!" ”

Li Shaoyou shouted with a dark face: "What? Can't afford to play? ”

His merciless words made a group of talented people look embarrassed, but it was not easy to refute, and they really couldn't afford to play! But no matter how much you can't afford to play, you can't let such a beautiful jade give a martial arts arch!

I have to say that the scholar has a thick face, and even the Shenwei General Cannon of the Tianwu Army is difficult to shake.

Li Xiangjun frowned slightly, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Then which son has composed poems?" ”

"Hou Mou come and try it!"

Hou Fangyu shook at Li Xiangjun, then shook the peach blossom fan, and paced: "The majestic Kaifu locks the smoke and Gao, and the Great Wall belongs to the Great Wall in the south; The sea and air are sunny and the mountains are still moving, and the rivers and waves are still high. ”

Immediately, a group of Fushe doglegs cheered: "Good poetry! What a poem! ”

Hou Fangyu was quite complacent, and bowed his hands to the dogs around him again and again, and said, "Thank you for your love!" ”

The other three sons were silent, although the spirit of this poem was okay, but the artistic conception was still a lot worse than the poem written by General Zhao before.

A scholar said, "General Zhao, do you still have the goods?" might as well make another song to compare with Hou Gongzi! ”

Hou Fangyu also said: "If General Zhao can make another song, this son will bow down!" ”

Another scholar shouted: "As long as you can make another decent poem, I will bow down to you, let you drink with Miss Li Xiang, and never disturb!" ”

Fang Yizhi and the others frowned, they wanted to compose two good poems in such a short period of time, the difficulty was self-evident, why were they so difficult?

In a no-man's corner of the building, Huang Zongxi showed disdain, some people in the Fu Society claim to be upright and gentlemen, but in fact, they are just people who sell their reputations, which is really shameful!

Huang Zongxi secretly returned long before Li Xiangjun appeared, wanting to see the talent of the beauty, and he was really impressed that a general of the Tianwu Army could make such a good poem.

Provoked by the scholars of the Restoration Society, Zhao Jinglin was a little panicked in his heart, how could he compose another song, but he did not show panic on the surface, pretended to be groaning, paced back and forth in front of the elegant room, and then took the opportunity to pace into the elegant room......