"What did you say?" Lu Caiyun instantly exploded when he heard Zhang Shumo's words

Lou Zaiying also twisted it on Zhang Shumo's arm: "What nonsense! My brother-in-law's poems are so well written, how can they not be Erer? ”

Zhang Shumo was in pain, frowned, and before he could speak, Lu Caiyun came over again: "Zaiying, how can you say that about your brother-in-law, since your brother-in-law dares to say this, he naturally has a better work." Brother-in-law, why don't you write a poem for Jaeyoung's sister to make her happy? ”

Lou Zaiying became anxious when she heard this: "Cousin, don't be angry, what poems can he write with Zhang Shumo's stupidity?" Aren't you trying to embarrass me? ”

Lu Caiyun snorted coldly: "Embarrass you? Now it's your family chapter and ink that embarrass me! A fool who entered the Lou family dared to laugh at my husband's verses. Zhang Shumo, if you can't write it today, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

Zhang Shumo heard Lu Caiyun's words and deliberately angry with her: "Cousin Mo, don't be angry, I will naturally write, but at the moment, how can I write without pen and ink?" ”

"You're pretty good at making excuses, okay! Let's go find the pen and ink! After Lu Caiyun finished speaking, he was going to take the two of them to find pen and ink.

A nameless fire also rose in Lou Zaiying's heart, and grabbed Zhang Shumo's arm: "Don't go, if you dare to go, don't go back to Lou's house!"

Seeing this, Lu Caiyun yelled at Lou Zaiying: "Let me go, let him go, I don't believe that I can't cure this guy who speaks wildly!"

Lou Zaiying didn't let go: "Cousin, I said that Zhang Shumo can't write it, he just can't write it, cousin, can't you let us go?"

Lu Caiyun sneered after hearing this: "Yes, as long as Zhang Shumo kneels down to apologize to my husband!"

"Cousin! He's just saying the wrong thing, do you have to? ”

"If someone else had said it, of course I could forgive it. But if he is a fool and dares to laugh at my husband, it is unforgivable! ”

Zhang Shumo was also angry, and said with a sneer: "If I write better poems, wouldn't your husband be stupider than a fool?"

"Well, I'm here to see what you're capable of! Let's go, find pen and ink! ”

The voices of the three of them grew louder and louder, and they soon attracted the attention of others. Mrs. Rong has been paying attention to Lou Zaiying, after all, she is the person named by the county guard to be promoted, so she naturally needs to take more care of her.

Mrs. Rong saw that something was wrong with the three of them, so she came to the three of them as soon as possible: "What's wrong?" Need my help? ”

As soon as the three of them saw Mrs. Rong, they hurriedly gave a salute, and Lu Caiyun saw the opportunity to say first: "Mrs. Rong, this Zhang Shumo boy wanted to write a poem for his wife, but unfortunately he couldn't find pen and ink."

"That's not simple, come here, prepare pen and ink for Zhang Gongzi."

"No need, Lady Rong." Lou Zaiying hurriedly said: "My cousin is joking with us."

"How can it be a joke, Zhang Shumo said that he wanted to write it, and said that it was definitely better than this poem." Lu Caiyun said as he took out the poem Niu Wen wrote for himself.

Mrs. Rong looked at it and said, "I know that this poem was written by Niu Wen from Songlin Academy, and even her husband praised it a lot. If Zhang Gongzi can write a good work, I will introduce you to your husband. ”

Zhang Shumo gave another salute to Mrs. Rong: "Then, just bother Mrs. Rong and prepare pen and ink."

Lou Zaiying looked at Zhang Shumo's firm eyes and suddenly remembered the look in his eyes when he let himself join the army, and couldn't help but think in his heart: Could he really write poetry?

In the side courtyard, the literary fight was nearing the end, and the county commander Zhang Jian took two poems and read them carefully: "The poems written by Niu Wen and Cai Zhi are good, and it is really difficult to distinguish them." It's just that today is Qixi Festival, Niu Wen's poems seem to be more appropriate, and Cai Zhi's poems seem to have been conceived before, and today's poems will be written. ”

Cai Zhi hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "My lord is wise, this poem was indeed conceived before the next one."

Zhang Jian nodded with satisfaction: "Well, Cai Zhineng generously admits that he is indeed a humble gentleman, but the top prize of today's poetry meeting may be given to Niu Wen."

The Niu family breathed a sigh of relief, and finally won without danger today. The Wang family was very disappointed, Li Yi looked at Wang Geng with some embarrassment, Wang Geng sat there expressionlessly, not knowing if it was the tranquility before the storm.

Niu Ci clapped his hands excitedly, and several sons of the Niu family also surrounded Niu Wen and began to congratulate. Niu Zheng nodded as a matter of course, although this Wen Dou is a fighting spirit between the younger generation of children, but with the background of the Niu family, if even the Wang family can't win, then the Niu family is really faceless.

Wang Chen stomped his feet angrily, thinking that the results of this competition would definitely be spread, didn't the Yunyan girl know that she was not a talented person? Mr. Yigan, led by Zhang Qian, surrounded Cai Zhishu and fell: "Cai Zhi, why did you take the initiative to admit it just now, it could have been evenly divided, but now because you have lost." ”

Cai Zhi sneered: "Then why don't you write a poem again, compared to that cow text?" ”

"You ......"

In Qinghua City, some other learned literati and writers began to congratulate the Niu family, and the people of the Wang family were even more embarrassed, and they were about to resign, when Mrs. Rong walked in happily.

"Husband, can you choose a good masterpiece today?"

Zhang Jian stroked his beard and laughed: "The best work has been selected, which is the poem of Niu Wengongzi." ”

Mrs. Rong nodded: "Niu Wengongzi's poems are neatly rhymed, and his love for his wife is also expressed in the poems, which is considered a superb work." ”

When Niu Wen heard this, he hurriedly gave a big salute to Zhang Jian and Mrs. Rong: "Thank you for the love of Lord County Ling and Mrs. Rong, how can Xiaosheng deserve such an evaluation." ”

Mrs. Rong smiled: "Niu Gongzi doesn't have to be modest, but I also got a good work in the square just now, can you not appreciate it?" After speaking, he shook the poem in his hand.

Everyone looked at it one after another, today because of the literary fight between Songlin Academy and Shanyang Academy, the literati and writers who can be called in the city have all come to the side courtyard, and the most children in the square are those who have been reading for a few years.

Zhang Jian also became interested after listening to it: "Madame seems to appreciate this poem very much, and I will take a look." After speaking, he took the poem in Mrs. Rong's hand and savored it.

"Good! It's really a good poem, I don't know which son's masterpiece? After Zhang Jian finished reading, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he asked Mrs. Rong excitedly.

Seeing that her husband agreed, Mrs. Rong also showed an excited smile: "It's Lou Zaiying's person who is waiting for the house." ”

When Zhang Jian heard this, he frowned slightly, this Lou family has been practicing martial arts for generations, when did they become a scholar?

Niu Wen's brows are even more frowned, he and the Lou family are more or less related, how can there be anyone in their family who can write poetry? Mrs. Xu is Rong mistaken, right?

Niu Zheng saw that Zhang Jian had a high evaluation of the poems in his hand, and he was also faintly curious, so he asked: "Lord County Commander, why don't you let everyone have a good work?" ”

Zhang Jian naturally understood the curiosity in other people's hearts, paused slightly, and read out the verses: "When the needle moon is in the sky, the sky is hung with neon; Lan Ye is a beautiful woman, and the white head will always be the same! ”