"Master Lu, let's talk about the assessment rules!"

Hearing what Lu Ziliang said so much, everyone couldn't wait for a long time, and they couldn't wait to win the top spot now and hold the beauty!

Lu Ziliang looked at the impatient appearance of these scholars, smiled and said: "Since you talents are determined to win, then Lu will talk about this assessment rule!" ”

"Whether it is in Liangzhou, or our entire Tang Dynasty, what a reader should be best at is poetry and lyrics, so let's compare this today, just take my wife's sister Miss Chen as the theme, make a poem, and finally my wife and sister will comment, take the first two as the winner, you talents, what do you think?"

After Lu Ziliang finished speaking, he thought that he would be applauded by everyone, but he saw everyone looking at him with their mouths open and a little confused, and he didn't know what was wrong, did he disagree? This is what he has been thinking about for a long time!

Then he cautiously asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Poor our old man Lu, although he also read some books when he was a child, he only can write a few words, not illiterate is better than illiterate, where can he know how to recite poetry and lyrics?

So someone reminded that this poem for characters, especially for girls, must first be realistic, shouldn't you meet a real person?

After getting the answer that it is impossible to see a real person, everyone retreated to the second, people can't see, at least you have to describe it, you can't know a gender and a woman loves a man, and then a name is a mess, right?

The abstractionists can't do that, can they?

As soon as Lu Ziliang heard this, he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mrs. Lu on the side with a slightly shy smile: "You can take a look at the appearance of the concubine, the little sister is much stronger than the concubine when she was young, you can imagine it~"

Mrs. Lu was a famous beauty in Liangzhou when she was young, although the scholars present had not seen it with their own eyes, but most of them had also heard their parents talk about it, so when she said this, the poems were put aside for a while, and the interest in Miss Chen was deeper......

The atmosphere in the hall made Mrs. Lu say this, and it was unprecedentedly high......

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Like the entrance assessment, the housekeeper moved the previous table and chair into the living room, laid out the rice paper, studied ink and added pens, and the poetry competition officially began.

In an instant, the table was full of people, and everyone was vying to write first, not because they were already confident, but because it was better to write poetry or write first when others could see it.

Writing on the spot, especially writing beauty poems, can be used and commonly used, and there are only so many words that are easy to use, and the more you write later, the more difficult it is to write, so even if you haven't thought about what to write, they have to compete to arrange a good order to reduce the difficulty of writing.

In this way, the difficulty of this competition is not low, the person who began to write frowned, held the pen as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and could not put down the pen for a long time; It was not easy to write it yet, and they were all there meditating, racking their brains to compose a better poem.

The most relaxed in the whole audience is probably a few twelve.

Because writing beautiful poems is not too simple for a high-achieving student in the Chinese department, as far as the more famous ones stored in his head are concerned, there are not ten but eight poems, and he is now worried about which one to use.

He doesn't want to use it if it's too good, as long as he can be better than them!

So when everyone else was working hard there, this product just walked around the table, watching others compose poems, and at the same time not forgetting to comment on one or two.

Because of the good words in front of the Lu Mansion, these scholars were full of expectations for Zhang Twelve's comments, but when they heard the comments of this product, they were in a different mood.

"Wow, this one is good, it's on par with my sister's five-year-old level!"

"Hey, this one is okay, it's much stronger than when my sister was five years old!"

"Ah, this one is a bit ordinary, my sister can write a basket of this kind of ...... when she is four years old."

The scholar who finally wrote a work that he was more satisfied with was very angry when he heard Zhang Twelve's evaluation, and just wanted to go up to theorize, he heard his comments on other people, and then thought in his heart:

Hey, it seems that my five-year-old level is still okay? You see, there are still people who are at the level of four-year-olds, and there are even people who are not as good as four-year-olds!

But no one thought about why these adult men kept comparing themselves to a five or six-year-old girl, but were complacent about winning a year or even half a year more than the others......

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After rolling the curtains, Zhang Twelve's shameless behavior fell into the eyes of the two girls.

"Giggles~ Auntie, that person's skin is too thick - but why are other people so stupid, even I can see that person is playing with them, why can't they see it themselves?"

The younger girl smiled and showed off her flowers, and at the same time did not forget to complain about Zhang Twelve frantically.

The older woman also stared at Zhang Twelve, with beautiful eyes and a smile: "It should be the authorities who are obsessed with bystanders-but that person is quite bad, and he is a little slippery, which is a little interesting." ”

The little girl turned her head and looked at her incredulously: "No, auntie?" You're not going to have a crush on that guy - he's so bad, what's so good? ”

"Go, go, you know? Take a good look! ”

Got a crush on him? Didn't you? But this man is a little special, unlike all the men I've ever met.

The men she had ever seen were polite, calm and generous, and there was no one like him—how to put it, a little scoundrel, a little cheap—but so real.

Oops, Chen Qiaoxi, what's wrong with you! Judging by his age, he is much younger than you! But why does his eyes look like there are many stories!

Looking at Zhang Twelve's bad, cheap, and at the same time very good-looking face, Chen Qiaoxi fell into deep thought......

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The poems written by everyone were sent to Lu Ziliang one by one after Zhang Twelve's comment on "How old is my sister", and then handed over to Mrs. Lu next to Chen.

Chen also read a lot of poems when he was young, and although his ability to compose poems and lyrics was limited, he still had the ability to distinguish between good and bad poems.

Looking at the poems sent over, Chen read them softly, and also picked out a few of them that she thought were good.

Coincidentally, the songs she picked out happened to be the ones that Zhang Twelve gave a comment on "on par with my sister now".

Chen whispered a few words to Lu Ziliang, and then the eyes of the two of them looking at this young man who seemed to be a little exaggerated in words became different, but some began to look forward to his works......