An Wan looked up impatiently, and glanced at the female doll who was about to pull her, with a white and tender little face with seriousness.

This dog thing is over, isn't it? Even if you are a demon yourself, you have to pull yourself up, it's really annoying!

An Wan's face like a bun looked at the female doll opposite and said: "Zhixian, let me compose poems today, but I, An Wan, have never liked things without colorful heads, if I can win today, please ask Zhixian to agree to my request." ”

Cen Chengren spoke: "Oh? You female doll has a lot of tone, and today I promised you to see if you have real talent and learning. ”

An Wan responded crisply: "Okay, An Wan has written it down." ”

Caihuan watched An Wan set his eyes on Zhixian's body, and then looked at the young man with a hat who had been sitting next to An Wan.

The young man was slender and dressed like an ordinary person, but the silk on the hat made Caihuan think that this person must be the dragon and phoenix among people.

His eyes flashed with obsession, and Caihuan quietly looked at An Wan's body again and said, "Since that's the case, let's start." ”

An Wan's pink lips hooked a beautiful arc and said: "Yes, you don't have to draw lots, let the ring girl go first." ”

Caihuan laughed and was just about to excuse himself, when he heard An Wan speak again: "Hurry up, don't grind." ”

At that moment, he couldn't say a word of humble words, and his mouth opened and finally changed to: "That little woman is respectful, it is better to obey her fate." ”

Then he came out of the desk and carefully observed the flowers in the flower hall, then turned his head to look at the white figure wearing fur sitting in the corner, and then bowed to the magistrate who was sitting on the main seat and spoke:

"There is a lot of new green between the branches, and the little buds hide a few reds."

"Good, good poetry!"

Cen Chengren was the first to take the lead in applauding, and praise came from all directions for a while.

"Master Dong's knowledge is good, and the students he teaches are also the best, and he has only studied for less than a month to learn this, which really makes me ashamed."

"That's it, that's it, this ring-picking girl is really talented and admirable!"

After Cai Huan's cheeks were slightly red and he saluted the magistrate, he glanced at An Wan who was still bent in his eyebrows and eyes defiantly.

An Wan shrugged his shoulders, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and was about to get up when he found that his sleeve was covered with a very beautiful hand at some point.

An Wan's eyebrows curled and her eyes fell on Feng Zixuan's body and spoke: "Don't worry, I will definitely abuse her fart!" ”

After speaking, the little claw grabbed Feng Zixuan's hand covering his sleeve, took the opportunity to touch two handfuls, and then let go.

The voices of the people around him praising Caihuan continued, but An Wan didn't seem to see the pace of the casual coming to the middle, and bowed to the magistrate and said loudly: "May I ask the county order, can I start?" ”

The banquet was quiet again.

Everyone looked at An Wan as if they were looking at a fool.

The poem just now is neat and beautiful, and it can be regarded as a top grade. Not to mention An Wan, a yellow-haired girl, even students who have studied in the academy for three or four years may not have such attainments.

An Wan's proposal now is tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation.

Caihuan looked at Feng Zixuan, who was sitting quietly, with a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth.

I thought I would have to spend a lot of energy, but I didn't expect this An Wan to be so stupid. But this is good, this man will be hers, and that straw bag will only be humiliated and shameless!

Cen Chengren looked at An Wan with a cold light in his eyes, obviously afraid that An Wan would not be able to compare with Caihuan and embarrass him, so he said coldly after a while: "Okay, if you are ready, you can speak, female doll." ”

An Wan's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he didn't care about his tone at all, and arched his hand towards Cen Chengren and spoke directly: "The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet become shaded." ”

After speaking, he sat straight in his place regardless of others, and his eyes were still looking at the man wearing a hat beside him.

It wasn't until An Wan sat down in his position that a person's voice sounded at the banquet:

"Good, good poetry!"

An Wan followed the voice and looked at the gray-haired old man sitting at the head.

After being stunned for a short time, everyone immediately raised their hands and applauded.

Qingshi, the master of Hexiang Academy, everyone in the contemporary literary world, has a very deep attainment in poetry, and it is difficult to get him a 'good poem'. The only people in the world who can be praised by this old man are Yasui Hua, the 'first genius' who caused a sensation in Kyoto back then, and the new emperor today.

Now that Mr. An Wan has a compliment, it is really majestic!

For a while, the voices praising An Wan came and went, but An Wan was unmoved, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until she was a little quiet that the girl spoke to Cen Chengren, who was sitting in the main seat: "Lord Zhixian, you just promised me a condition. ”

Cen Chengren was really happy at the moment, An Wan was a student of Yingjiang Town, and if he got a boast from Qing Shi, it could be regarded as winning glory for him Yingjiang, and his mind just now was suddenly closed, and he looked at An Wan and said happily: "Miss An, you say." ”

An Wan bowed slightly and said: "My request is very simple, I hope that the girl who competed with me just now will go back and copy the "Meditation Mantra" ten times. ”

Caihuan pinched his arm fiercely, and then got up with teary eyes and spoke:

"Miss An, I didn't expect you to be such a person. Today's banquet is supposed to test the learning, and today are all new students, what is everyone's level, and they should have a number in their hearts when they meet each other, but Miss An ......"

Cai Huan didn't say the rest of the words, but the meaning was very clear.

An Wan copied other people's poems to compare with her, and she was not martial!

In an instant, the people around him began to talk about it, pointing at An Wan. Caihuan was relieved, she just wanted to watch An Wan suffer and be helpless!

Opening her mouth to refute is equivalent to admitting, and not opening her mouth is tantamount to acquiescence, she wants to see how this An Wan is round!

But what she didn't know was that An Wan was not a person who played cards according to the routine, and by the time she reacted, it was too late.

An Wan listened to the remarks around him, and then looked at Xu Wenxuan's worried eyes and Cen Chengren's distrust and annoyance, and knelt on the ground with crooked eyebrows.

Caihuan's eyes are shining, look! An Wan must have plagiarized, and now he can't hide his fox tail when he sees it......

"Lord Zhixian, although the people's daughter knows that this move is rude, it is related to the innocence of the people's daughter and the reputation of the scholars up and down the entire Yingjiang River, please ask the adults to make the decisions for the people's daughter."

Cen Chengren was the first to react, his eyes flashed with appreciation: "This official is the parent official of one party, and today the people of my Yingjiang Town can't sit idly by and ignore such grievances, you can listen to it, this official will be your master!" ”

An Wan leaned over and kowtowed again, and then spoke: "Today's folk girl has no choice but to compose poems with the girl who picks the ring, what I said before the game is Ming and Qing, if I win the county order, you can allow me one thing."

could have promised something else, but An Wan saw that the girl seemed to have encountered a bottleneck before she said something like asking her to copy the "Pure Heart Mantra" ten times, but who knew that her good intentions were mistaken, and she was framed, saying that I plagiarized.

I am an outstanding person in Yingjiang Town, and I have learned a lot, how can a scholar bear such a reputation, so today I can't carry this black pot no matter what, so whether I plagiarize other people's poems or not will be handed over to the prefect for personal inspection.

When the time comes, the prison that should be in prison, the innocence that should be innocent, is clear at a glance, and the world will also see the character of my Yingjiang scholar! ”