"The woman's words are bitter, and the husband's words are cool."

"The woman sighs that the husband is lucky, and the husband sighs the woman's hardship."

"The public has no army, and the public has an army."

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"Hahaha, good poetry, good poetry, this literary collection should be a model for my generation!"

"The only person who can do such a superb poem is the children of the Cai family!"

"Yes, as soon as this poem comes out, we are ashamed of losing the essay!"

The words of flattery sounded, which made the poet very useful.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be," the oily-haired scholar took the pu fan, looked around with a smug smile on his lips, and the pu fan in his hand shook one or two, boasting of his outstanding demeanor, and laughing very happily at the flattery around him.

Cai Ding, the son of Cai Mao's brother Cai He.

Now Sun Jian governs Xiangyang, relying on the strength of the local scholars, as the largest scholar power in Xiangyang, Sun Jian naturally relies on them in many places.

Jiang Wen shook his head secretly, the ancestor of the Cai family had just died, and the children should be filial piety for three years, but this Cai Ding went out every day to look for flowers and ask willows, and he was a loser!

Xiao Shu and Diao Chan shook their heads in extreme disappointment, Xiao Shu shrugged her face slightly, and said, "Miss, what is this called Cai He, this is the only poem that comes and goes, it's really disgusting." ”

"It is rare to have a talented man in this world."

"The master is so talented, and the young lady is also as beautiful as a fairy, she is an immortal couple to be envied, but why do you want the young lady to be a concubine?"

Diao Chan just chuckled but didn't speak.

"The flowers are faded, and the red and green apricots are small."

Diao Chan's expression moved, and Xiao Shu also quieted down and listened.

In the dining place downstairs, Jiang Wen's abrupt chanting made everyone quiet, the literati paid the most attention to the article, and no one made a noise about the poetry of others.

Jiang Wen stood up by himself, "When the swallows fly, the green water people surround." ”

"There are few willows on the branches."

"There is no grass at the end of the world."

Jiang Wen walked to the central position, facing the guest room where Diao Chan lived.

"Swing in the wall, outside the wall."

"Outsiders laugh, beautiful people laugh inside the walls."

"The laughter faded away."

"Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed."

"Good poetry! Good poetry! The literati's faces were all moved, and this time it was a heartfelt admiration compared to Cai Ding's flattery words.

Especially where there is no grass at the end of the world, this sentence is so embellished with people's hearts.

Cai Ding carefully looked at Jiang Wen in front of him, and nodded confidently, "If you are not as handsome as me, what can you do if you are more literary than me?" ”

The surrounding literati walked towards Jiang Wen one by one, saluted Jiang Wen and said, "Dare to ask who Mr. is?" ”

Jiang Wen returned the courtesy, "I do have some knowledge in Xia, but I can't afford to be called a gentleman, and I like poetry and books as a companion, and I don't like to make friends." ”

"This ......"

Jiang Wen's words made the surrounding literati speechless, and these words directly dispelled their desire to make friends.

The door of the guest room opened, and the two women slowly walked down from the wooden ladder, and the literati who originally wanted to make friends with Jiang Wen looked at the two women in a moment.

"Is that Diao?"

"It is rumored that this woman's face is overwhelming, but now that she is wearing a bib, how can we see clearly?"

"This woman's face is a rare beauty, and I have heard that hussar generals and former generals have fallen for it!"

A scholar disciple was speechless with disbelief on his face, and said with a little surprise: "These two people are all overwhelmed by it? It can't be! ”

The former who was denied it was quite disdainful, and said angrily: "Since you don't believe it, why do you want to come here?!" ”

"I'm just listening to other people's stories and want to come and see them."

Although others talked about it, they didn't arouse Diao Chan's concern, but Xiaoshu's expression was arrogant, and she was very disdainful of these people, and she was also proud of her own young lady's beauty, after all, it was not unreasonable for a slave to be proud of his master.

Diao Chan bowed to the surrounding scholars and said, "I don't know which prince is writing poetry here, and the concubine wants to meet this son." ”

The children of the surrounding scholars, you look at me, I look at you, a little speechless for a while, originally seeing that the beauty had already left the guest room, they all wanted to see the beauty of Diao Chan, but unfortunately it was the beauty's attention that was the one who wrote the poem.

As the so-called words and deeds, you can see the cultivation of the other party. And the word poem can also see the other party's literary style, everyone here knows the literary collection, and no one can compare with the person who wrote the poem.

But no matter who was present, they were all here for Diao Chan, and at this moment, seeing Diao Chan, a stunning woman, the person she saw was not herself, and she felt uncomfortable.

The beautiful eyes are looking forward to circulating on everyone, although the shadow of the famous tree of the people has seen Diao Chan, but each of the children of the scholar clan can't help but raise their chests, pick up their flying hair, and tidy up their buns.

Diao Chan and Xiao Shu looked at a scholar not far in front of them, "Is Fang the son composing poetry?" ”

"I asked the word Changsu in Xiajiang, and I saw the girl." Jiang Wen saluted to Diao Chan.

Diao Chan also bowed to Jiang Wen, and Xiao Shu on the side looked at the person in front of him carefully, Diao Chan said: "There are a few personable and brilliant sons in this inn, and the people who listen to poems every day are all expressions of their aspirations and love for beauty, but this poem of the son is not like a gentleman who loves beauty, but seems to be a little angry, I don't know why the son is angry?" ”

"Could it be that the son is dissatisfied with the concubine?" Diao Chan chuckled and said, her voice charming and exciting.

"He's the master?!" Xiao Shu's eyes widened slightly, and then she stared at Jiang Wen with a smile, after all, everyone likes people who are good-looking and full of literary talent.

After all, an official who can be relied on by today's prime minister, and constantly uses a stunning woman like Miss as an eyeliner to monitor, such an important minister Xiaoshu still thinks that he is an old man.

Jiang Wen glanced around, and said to Diao Chan in a little noise: "This place is not a place to talk to the girl, please change places with the girl." ”

"Xiaoshu, go and prepare the carriage for the master."

Diao Chan and Jiang Wen left the inn, and the rest of the Shi clan children were stunned, we have been looking forward to the stars and the moon for so long, but this person was taken away by someone else's poem?

Watching Diao Chan leave with someone, several of Cai Ding's friends jokingly said: "Righteous act, didn't you say that Diao Chan belongs to you in this life, and now that you are being taken away, why don't you come forward and say a word or two?" ”

Cai Ding glared at him viciously, his friend didn't know why, but Cai Ding didn't dare to come out, although he hadn't seen the face of today's sacrificial wine, but at least he knew the other party's name.

When Jiang asked and said his name, Cai Ding's heart jumped, and he hurriedly found a place to hide, after all, there were not a few gossips blurted out after getting drunk in the inn, what is his own wishful thinking of Diao Chan...... It's okay to say some things yourself, but after you say them, if you are heard by the Lord, it will be a great disaster.

Jiang Wen plotted for his uncle and forced the prime minister to kill his son, and even the uncle was afraid of sacrificing three points of wine, let alone him.

ps: I'm busy with work during this time.,But it's finally over.,Tomorrow to resume two shifts a day.,It's too rare to break a change into an author like me.,I'm embarrassed to ask for votes.。