Su Weier tucked the letter into her sleeve gloomily, sat aside and didn't speak, although she was full of poetry and books, her talent was still insufficient compared to the top disciples of Dangyang Academy, who were all talented in the world.

"Song Yi and Song Gongzi of Dangyang Academy presented a poem "Bamboo Branch Words" for the willow girl in the Yanyu Pavilion

Liu Ruyan took the manuscript with an indifferent face and read it: "The willow and saffron on the shore are sad in the wind, and the spring water of Qinhuai is sandwiched by the river." The willow green flowers are red like a mother's meaning, and the river is boundless. ”

"Sister Ruyan, it seems that you, a great beauty who moves Qin Huai, may be Mrs. Jinshi in the future." Qin Wan'er said mischievously.

Liu Ruyan shook her head helplessly: "Green clothes, pass the poems out and sing peace." ”

"Now that five poems have been published, it's just about Wan'er and Sister Wei'er, you will definitely look forward to it in your hearts, right?"

"Sister Bizhu, your eldest son Lin has been waiting for a long time to be your guest of the curtain, and you are still laughing at Wan'er."

Xue Bizhu's body was stunned, and her face turned red: "What is the stinky girl talking nonsense, what kind of guest to enter the scene." ”

Qin Wan'er frowned, looked up at the cabin, and waited for her poems.

Xue Bizhu gently walked to Su Wei'er's side and sat down: "Sister Wei'er, you are so absent-minded, what happened?" ”

Su Weier came back to her senses: "Sister Bizhu, my sister has a headache, I want to go back early." ”

Xue Bizhu's face tightened: "Sister Wei'er, what nonsense are you talking about, if you go back like this, how do you explain to Mother Jiang?" Even if you lose, it's not as good as a person, but it's better than running away from the wind. ”

Su Weier sighed mournfully: "Qin Bin's son just sent a letter, his mother suddenly fell ill at home, and she has no time to help her sister, if her sister is at the bottom again this year, she will really have to go out to pick up guests." ”

Xue Bizhu's face was shocked: "What? Qin Gongzi has already agreed, how can he not believe his words? ”

"Filial piety comes first, Qin Gongzi's mother is sick, so it is naturally important to take care of his mother."

"Then sister, what should you do, or I'll beg Gongzi Lin to see if I can write a poem, and say that it was offered by Gongzi Qin."

Su Wei cried and laughed twice: "Several of their sons are in the same place, if Lin Yangming sits on two poems, he naturally can't hide it from others." ”

"Yan Huai'an and Yan Gongzi of Dangyang Academy presented a poem "Female Guest" to Qin Wan'er and Miss Qin of Qixiu Building"

Qin Wan'er looked at the paper manuscript in her hand happily: "It's finally here." The woman has passed through fifteen cities, leaving me a green silk. More than a thousand miles away, the old man is Sauvignon Blanc. ”

Reading and reading, Qin Wan'er's face turned red, and suddenly several women began to laugh.

The people outside the cabin sang and congratulated one by one, and everyone on the boat applauded and congratulated.

"Boy, how many poems can still be in your eyes?" Li Yugang sneered at Liu Mingzhi of Shinto.

Liu Mingzhi was stunned: "It's all good, it's all good, it's worthy of being a masterpiece of several great talents, and it's rare to see it in my life." ”

"How is it compared to "Ascending Jinling Phoenix Terrace"? Which is higher and which is lower? ”

"Each has its own merits, each has its own charm, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior, but ...... Babble..........."

This old man mentioned Li Bai's "Ascending Jinling Phoenix Terrace", why did he look like this?

"But what? Go on. ”

Liu Mingzhi blinked his eyes a few times: "It's nothing, let's wait for the next masterpiece, didn't the six girls only come up with five poems?" No hurry, no hurry. ”

"The old man just heard the news, and one of the talented people who helped in the battle had an accident, so only five girls got the poems, why don't you kid help this girl with the theme of Damei Jiangnan that the old man asked just now?"

"Me? Forget it, I'm not in the same rank as a few of them, so forget it. ”

Qi Yun breathed a sigh of relief behind him, and the meaning that flowed out of those bright eyes was clearly that you were a kid.

"The first poem of this Oiran Contest is a poem by Li Peichao of Dangyang Academy for Miss Su Ruyu, and the second place is a poem by Lin Yangming and Lin Gongzi of Yishan Academy for Miss Xue of Penglai Lou .........."

"Miss Su Weisu in Penglai Lou succumbed to the end of her name because no one contributed poems."

Hearing Su Weier's name, Liu Mingzhi was stunned, Penglai Lou Su Wei, isn't that his "little lady", the reason why he was able to extort five thousand taels of silver from the old man was that the neighborhood spread everywhere that Liu Daren was interested in accepting Su Weier and Miss Su of Penglai Lou as a concubine, that is, his mother did not know about this matter without leaving the door.

"Little Niang" is in difficulty, to help or not to help, if she helps, it is estimated that Mrs. Liu's ears will be chickens and dogs, and if you don't help, it will reach the ears of the old man, and it is estimated that the pocket money will be gone. After all, a husband and wife for a hundred days, nominally they are also their own "little lady", and the old man will have a little old love in it after all.

Seeing Liu Mingzhi's uncertain expression, Li Yugang chuckled and said: "If you regret it, it's not too late to write poems now, and if it's night, it's really too late." ”

"If she loses the competition, will Miss Su be punished?"

"Not really, but you may be picked up, maybe, oh .........."

Liu Mingzhi stood up slowly, what kind of thing if the "little lady" goes to pick up customers, won't the old man be green?

"Isn't it the poetry of the great beauty of Jiangnan? The young master made it, for the sake of the little lady, for the sake of the old man, the young master will pirate it even if he fights. ”

Qi Yun's veiled face was flushed, and he was jealous: "Brother wants to compose a poem for a Qinglou woman?" ”

"Ah........ Yes.......... Yes? Yes....... Yes! Miss Qi, I have a last resort, if I don't write this poem, Young Master Ben may be swallowed alive by the old man, or Miss Qi will help grind it. ”

Regardless of what Liu Mingzhi said, Qi Yun is also jealous. You want to please the beauty, and you want this girl to grind for you.

"Young Master Liu, the little woman's hand is injured and it is inconvenient."

With two sighs, Liu Mingzhi had to do it himself, and he couldn't let Li Yugang, the big guy, grind it.

After adjusting the ink, Liu Mingzhi pondered, the poetry of the beautiful Jiangnan scenery.

"Jiangnan, Jiangnan, there is."

Liu Mingzhi picked up the brush and began to wave the pen on the rice paper, and the ink was sprinkled to look at the tide of the sea and the southeast shape of victory. Liu Yong, not Liu Mingzhi.

The southeast shape wins, the three Wu capitals, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, the smoke willow painting bridge, the wind curtain and green curtain, and the difference of 100,000 people.

This word begins to show the whole picture of Hangzhou with a panoramic view, and points out the important location of Hangzhou.

The clouds and trees surround Tisha, the angry waves roll frost and snow, and the sky is endless. The city is a jewel, the household is profitable, and the competition is luxurious.

When the upper part is completed, the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is vividly expressed, rich and prosperous.

The heavy lake is stacked on top of Qingjia, there are three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen have high teeth, listen to the flute and drums while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. These few sentences vividly describe the scene of the people living and working in peace and contentment, and the officials could not bear to leave here to set off the beautiful scenery.

The picture of the other day will be good, and I will go to Fengchi to praise.

Writing down the payment, Liu Mingzhi shook the brush casually and wiped the ink on his hand: "There is this poem, although it describes the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou, but Hangzhou is also the hinterland of the south of the Yangtze River, and the little lady must have no worries." ”

"Ming Gong, Miss Qi, I will leave first, and he will make an appointment in the future."

Liu Mingzhi couldn't wait to go to the old man to ask for credit, but it was estimated that five thousand taels had not run away.