Zhao Qiya struck the bronze bell with a silk mallet in his hand, made a bell, and said loudly: "The poetry meeting began, for the sake of fairness, it was originally the third prince who wrote the poem. With the permission of the three princes, all the poems were given by the judges. ”

As soon as Mr. Ya's words came out, all the scholars in the audience muttered on the side.

"The poetry meeting was originally initiated by His Royal Highness, and it is natural for His Highness to come up with the question, for the sake of fairness, His Royal Highness will set an example and give the opportunity to the sages, His Highness is benevolent and righteous!"

"Yes! I have such a benevolent and talented prince in Great Xia, which is a blessing for us and a blessing for all people..."

"I didn't expect... Whining... Your Highness... Woo... So much respect for us who read books... Woo..."

Zhao Qiya looked at the talented people in an uproar, coughed clearly, and then said a few things, which were nothing more than rules and some things that must be explained in advance to avoid causing controversy.

With the sound of the bell, the bronze bell rang again, that is, Zhao Qiya had finished explaining all the things that should be explained, and the sound of the bronze bell was the official beginning of the poetry meeting.

After a while, Zhao Qiya finished discussing the poem with the three judges, came to the middle and said with a smile: "Everyone, after Zhao and the judges agreed, today is a flower appreciation poetry meeting, and the poem will be themed with flowers. ”

Zhao Qiya turned around and sat down, everyone couldn't calm down, and they whispered in a low voice, and the scene was very noisy.

The judges all considered the people present, and the title of the poem was also extremely open and free.

The title of the poem has been released, the bronze bell has struck three times, and the timer has begun. According to the rules of the poetry club, each poem is limited to two incense sticks, and when the two pillars of incense are burned, the poem paper needs to be handed in.

When conceiving, you can leave your seat, and a talented woman can sit upright and stare at the eyes, or look at the sea of flowers and frown, or walk on the path between the flowers, each pondering the verses, and from time to time the sound of self-muttering and chanting comes out of the mouth. Some of them suddenly got the poems and wrote down the poems like a fly, and some wrote the poems and then erased them, shaking their heads and sighing.

Some of the noble sons who were invited to enjoy the flowers looked at the talented scholars and girls who conceived it, and couldn't help but feel funny, or whispered to the other nobles around them.

Gu Bei drank tea and looked at the pensive crowd with a smile. I couldn't help but think of the time when I was in junior high school, no, I shook my head with a wry smile.

Bai Luoshi looked at Gu Bei's lazy demeanor, and was angry, as if she remembered something, and said with a smile: "Xianggong!" See if you have a good work. ”

Gu Bei looked at Bai Luoshi's flawless face, couldn't help but want to tease her, and said: "That's it, poetry Xiao Daoer, writing poetry for her husband is easy." ”

Bai Luoshi's beautiful eyes blinked, and she moved her gaze back speechlessly.

Die to shame.

This bastard, as a poem is like a meal, and is it still a small way?

I don't want to deal with him at all.

Gu Bei's voice fell, and suddenly the surroundings became silent, and countless eyes locked on Gu Bei. One by one, the scholars and talented women who came back from their contemplation all watched with anger on their faces.

This son is simply ashamed.

The third prince also heard Gu Bei's words, looked at Gu Bei playfully, and glanced at a certain place with a silent look.

"Eldest Miss, Uncle Bai, please, Prince Qi." A handsome-looking gentleman dressed in a white Confucian robe walked over and arched his hand at them with an unkind face.

Bai Luoshi glanced at Wang Ziqi and nodded indifferently.

"Brother Wang, you are polite in the lower Gubei." Gu Bei looked at this unkind scholar, understood it in his heart, and returned the salute with a smile.

"Heard Brother Gu's poems, Little Doyle? Don't know if there's a masterpiece? Wang Ziqi asked with a smile, quietly taking out the Bai family and calling him Brother Gu.

"No, as for the rhetoric just now, it's just..."Gu Bei explained with a smile.

"It is estimated that Brother Gu's masterpiece has not been circulated, when Mr. Ya came up with the question, he looked at Brother Gu confidently, presumably there must be a new work, you might as well read it out for everyone to enjoy." Wang Ziqi smiled indifferently, interrupted Gu Bei's explanation, and said-for-tat.

The other contemplative scholars and talented women were all attracted by the movement here, and everyone talked about it.

"Miss, she can write and martial arts, and she is proficient in poetry, so Aunt Bai must not be bad..."

"Sister Bai is talented, how can my brother-in-law be bad?"

"I heard that "The Legend of the Great Sage and the Demon" was written by Aunt Bai, and the poem must not be bad..."

"Not necessarily, stories can be compared to poetry."

“......“

Gu Bei only felt that he was very aggrieved, and when he joked with his mother, he was confronted by others.

"What? Brother Gu thinks that we are not worthy of appreciating your masterpieces? Prince Qi looked at Gu Bei and was silent, and he had to add fire at the right time.

Some of the onlookers felt that they had been humiliated, and they were filled with righteous indignation, and they just wanted to go up and beat this little white face.

Let you speak proudly, let you marry our goddess.

It is not known how many people wanted to beat him because they were humiliated or because the goddess was married.

"Brother-in-law, why don't you just make a song and teach these nasty scholars a lesson." A voice came into his ears, and Xiaoyi made up for it.

"That's right, brother-in-law, you can teach them a lesson..."

"It's just..."

"Brother-in-law, I support you..."

"Support..."

“......”

A group of talented women who used Gu Bei's flower dew water, fearing that the world would not mess up.

Seeing these talented women cheering for him like brainless fans, Gu Bei was a little surprised, is it too handsome?

What he didn't know was that since these talented women got flower water from Bai Luoshi, they were suddenly shocked by Gu Bei, and the noble ladies and talented women were proud of smearing flower water when they went out.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Gu Bei touched his nose and looked at Bai Luoshi for help.

Bai Luoshi pursed her lips, made up a knife and said, "Xianggong, since everyone wants you to compose a poem, then you can compose one." ”

Lost since that night. After being in Gu Bei, Bai Luoshi asked people to investigate Gu Bei. Gu Bei's father is the only talent in Gujia Village, Gu's mother disappeared when he was very young, Gu's father taught him to read and write when he was reincarnated, and after Gu's father died of illness due to his wife's illness, he left Gu Bei a dilapidated yard and a few acres of land. Gu Bei relied on the village to help him and rent fields to live.

Since getting married, Gu Bei's various actions, writing stories, making perfumes, and exporting poems... Bai Luoshi couldn't see through him anymore.

Bai Luoshi also wanted to see how talented he was.

"......" Listening to Bai Luoshi's words, Gu Bei stumbled, and his face turned black.

Gu Bei gave Bai Luoshi a look.

What the? We are husband and wife, we are in a group.

Bai Luoshi glanced back at him lightly.

Make a song and let them know how good you are.

Gu Bei replied.

You think poetry is a cabbage radish, you can make it if you want to?

Bai Luoshi replied with disdain.

You just said the poem Little Doyle, what's the matter? Cowhide blown?

.........

The two of them flirted with each other... No... During the conversation, Gu Bei was defeated.

Master 21st century new talent, are you still afraid of composing poetry? It's not a handwritten poem, oh, it's written by hand.

Gu Bei touched his nose and looked at everyone, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, then I'll make a song..."

Gu Bei pondered for a moment, thought of a poem, and wrote: Partridge sky

Ten miles of pavilions leaning on Cuiwei. Rhododendron cries in the depths of a hundred flowers. Attentive to the pedestrian language, not like a warbler to take the second flight.

Dream, when it is sunny. It's better to go home. The end of the world is not a return, and the return date is not expected.

After Gu Bei finished writing, he stepped aside, no longer caring about other people's discussions, and the words of the Song Dynasty poet Yan Jidao touched him and reminded him of his father and mother in the twenty-first century.

Bai Luoshi has been paying attention to Gu Bei, and after seeing him finish writing the words, he walked away with a lonely expression, and the lotus step moved lightly, keeping up.

Bai Luoshi glanced at Gu Bei, who was sad, and only thought of his deceased father when Gu Bei's poems touched the scene.

"I'm sorry." Bai Luoshi said in a low voice.

Gu Bei came back to his senses from his contemplation, looked at Bai Luoshi, whose face was full of sadness and worried about him, his heart warmed, and he smiled: "Luoshi, it's nothing, I'm just a little homesick." ”

I said silently in my heart: Mom and Dad, are you okay? My son misses you!

Hearing that Gu Bei was just homesick, Bai Luoshi didn't think much about it, just thought he was homesick, and said with a bright smile: "What should I do?" If you're homesick, go back and check it out, it's not far away anyway. ”

Gu Bei smiled and did not speak.

He could never go back to his home.

Seeing that Gu Bei didn't speak, Bai Luoshi didn't know what to say, so she just stayed quietly with him.

For a long time, Gu Bei took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Lady, the two incense sticks are almost here, let's go and see what the masterpieces are."

"Okay."