Yang Xu turned his head and looked at the guy who shouted "No, there is also a downlink", and it happened that the other party also looked at him.

The two sides looked at each other, and Yang Xu seemed to see contempt and hostility in that person's eyes, and even had a sense of superiority.

Yang Xu himself can be regarded as a little white face, and that person has fair skin, oily hair and powdery face, and handsome appearance, he is actually two points better than him.

The fly in the ointment is that the person is a little shorter than Yang Xu, and his figure is too thin.

"Where did this dead sissy get the sense of superiority? Could it be that the material of the clothes on his body is a little better than that of Lao Tzu? ”

Yang Xu met that person for the first time, and he didn't know why he was hostile to him, and he secretly wondered in his heart.

"I didn't expect Zhou Yi and Zhou Gongzi of the Hanmo Poetry Society to come too!"

"This Zhou Yi is one of the four great talents in the city, with quick thinking, good poetry and writing, I don't know if the topics of the four Oirans can be difficult to catch him!"

"I heard that Zhou Yi is quite fond of Yan Feixue in Meixianglou, he should have come here for Miss Yan?"

"The difficulty of the questions of the four Oiran must be better than the other, and he may not be able to enter Yan Feixue's flower boat!"

……

Yang Xu saw some literati around him pointing and whispering, only then did he know that the sissy who was hostile to him was originally named Zhou Yi, and he was still one of the four great talents.

In Yang Xu's previous world, some so-called experts and professors, masters and celebrities, did not have real materials, and they basically relied on blowing to become famous.

And what kind of bullshit talent named Zhou Yi in front of him, looking at his superior appearance, is probably similar to those masters and celebrities, so he scoffs at him.

Even if he really had some ability, Yang Xu didn't take it seriously.

Yang Xu has it in his head, but it is the accumulation of thousands of years of history in another world, and there are many poems and couplets, as many as the vast stars, so I don't believe that he can't do this talented man who looks like a sissy!

"Two sons, please get on board."

Xiang'er glanced at Yang Xu and Zhou Yi with a smile and made an inviting gesture.

Zhou Yi snorted lightly, flicked his shirt sleeves, and boarded the ship first.

Yang Xu smiled indifferently, asked Yang Fugui to wait on the shore, and then got on the flower boat.

On the bow deck, there is a table with ready-made pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, but all the literati who come up with Yan Feixue's couplet can write the couplet on the paper after boarding the ship, and then Xiang'er will hand it over to Yan Feixue in the flower boat for appreciation.

"Two sons, Xiang'er is polite."

When Yang Xu and Zhou Yi got on the boat, Xiang'er saluted, pursed her lips and asked with a smile: "Dare to ask the two sons their names?" Xiang'er will tell my young lady in a while. ”

"In the next week...... The Hanmo Poetry Society in this city was founded by a few like-minded friends......"

Zhou Yi brushed it, unfolded the folding fan in his hand, shook his head and said, his face was quite complacent.

Xiang'er's beautiful eyes lit up: "Could it be that Zhou Gongzi, one of the four talents in the city and the president of the Hanmo Poetry Society?" ”

Zhou Yi nodded slightly: "It's just a small name, not enough to worry about." ”

Xiang'er held her heart in her hands, and her beautiful eyes blinked: "Zhou Gongzi's name, Xiang'er has heard of it for a long time, and I am fortunate to see it today." ”

Zhou Yi's target here was the famous Yan Feixue in the flower boat, but he didn't take her maid Xiang'er too seriously, and when she heard the words, she just said "um" in her nostrils, and put on a cold and arrogant posture.

Xiang'er was not angry, but looked admiring, as if she felt that a talented person with university questions should be like this.

Yang Xu didn't deliberately pretend to be like Zhou Yi, grinned, showed six white teeth, and arched his hand at Xiang'er: "Under Yang Xu, from Yangjiazhai." ”

"Yangjiazhai ......"

Xiang'er was stunned, with a look of disbelief.

In her opinion, Yang Xu is tall and upright, and he seems to have a bit more elegant and free temperament than Zhou Yi.

She just thought that Yang Xu had made a joke with herself, and when she saw Yang Xu's kind smile, she naturally felt a little good in her heart.

"Please write your next couplet on a piece of paper, and Xiang'er can send it to my young lady for tasting...... Which son comes first? ”

As soon as Xiang'er's words fell, Zhou Yi took the first step to stand in front of the table, dipped in thick ink, took the pen and wrote out the couplet of Yan Feixue, and then threw the pen away, walked to the side, stood proudly on the bow of the boat, and did not look at Yang Xu.

Xiang'er picked up the paper on the table, glanced at it quickly, and then sent it into the flower boat behind her.

Yang Xu waited for Xiang'er to come out, walked to the table in a hurry, and after thinking about it for a while, he wrote the following couplet one by one.

After Yang Xu finished writing, Xiang'er stepped forward.

Yan Feixue is both beautiful and artistic, as the fragrance of her maidservant, she naturally has a little knowledge under the influence of her ears and eyes.

Her eyes swept over the paper written by Yang Xu, and she was immediately attracted by the beautiful italic characters on her hand.

The font used by Yang Xu is the European font in the world he was in before.

Since the first grade of primary school, he was forced by his parents to practice brush calligraphy, copying all kinds of stickers, until after work, he still practiced diligently, the font written at the moment, the dot painting is strong, the pen force is condensed, the side of the side remains steady, compact and sparse, as if there is a seven-point charm of European style.

"Yang Gongzi's words...... It's so nice......"

Xiang'er couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhou Yi, who was standing proudly on the bow of the boat, frowned when he heard this, and he was secretly unhappy in his heart.

The hand-picked style just now is also well-known in this Jinyang City, and the maid was indifferent when she saw it, but instead praised the book of an anonymous poor scholar, which is really eyeless!

He turned around and wanted to go over to taste Yang Xu's calligraphy, but thinking of how noble his identity was, how could he peep into what a poor scholar had written, his eyes were slightly cold, and his nostrils let out a disdainful snort.

"Recently, I have been riddled with mundane things, and the pen has touched a little little, so I am a little rusty, and I only play six or seven percent of my skills...... The girl smiled when she saw it. ”

Hearing Xiang'er's praise, Yang Xu shook his head and sighed.

If he behaved like this in the world before him, he would definitely be secretly scolded for pretending to be a B.

But here, he is regarded as a humble gentleman by Xiang'er, and he admires it in his heart.

Seeing that Xiang'er sent the couplet she wrote into the cabin, Yang Xu took this opportunity to turn to the other three flower boats, and casually wrote out the couplets of the couplets made by the three oiran on the ship, and then stood side by side with Yang Fugui, waiting for the results to be announced.

Everyone on the shore couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Yang Xu running between the four flower ships.

The vast majority of literati on the riverbank pondered and thought hard, and it was difficult to come up with a suitable couplet, could this nameless boy from Yang Jiazhai and called Yang Xu be able to match all the four couplets in one breath?

Zhou Yi, who was ranked first among the four talents in Jinyang City, squinted at Yang Xu and sneered in his heart.

In his mind, he was literary and talented, but he also racked his brains to come up with the lower couplet of Yan Feixue's couplet, and then he had to continue to do anything about the other three couplets, but he couldn't do anything.

And Yang Xu, an unknown poor scholar, can compare with himself when it comes to learning and knowledge?

He hurriedly made four lower couplets, perhaps he didn't care about whether they were appropriate or not, and scribbled them in a hurry.

Zhou Yi boasted that he knew poor scholars like Yang Xu very well, and they did this just to hit a luck, and the next couplet was written, which was good if it met the minds of the four Oiran, but it was not in line with their minds and would not affect anything.

For Yang Xu, Zhou Yi was full of disdain and contempt in his heart, thinking that such a person was a shameless cheeky person.