On the carved pear wood tea table, there is an emerald green blue field jade quartet refined inkstone, exquisite Xuancheng papermaking along the corner printed with a faint landscape, the ink is naturally the best blue and purple long homemade ink, crystal clear, like a gem.

The ink-grinding steward dipped the ink strip in a little water, and gently grinded it on the jade inkstone, and Song Ting held the most famous Huzhou soft hair, dipped it in ink, and wrote three dignified characters on the exquisite rice paper: "Butterfly loves flowers."

In the hall, Jiangling Marquis Mu Ruhan, Yangzhou Prefect Wu Kui, Xuezheng Yang Kui and other three people, proud of their seniority, naturally embarrassed to watch the younger generations compose poems. Qin Hui is a teacher who needs to respect etiquette and edification in all manners, and he doesn't dare to look at it. Therefore, only Mu Yunchuan and Lu Bonian were left to stand aside and watch.

"Butterfly Loves Flowers...... It's the first word. Mu Yunchuan was curious, wanting to see what Song Ting was going to write next.

"Cut, I thought it was amazing! This word card has long been rotten on the street......" While Lu Bonian sneered, he did not forget to open the folding fan and fan proudly.

Ignoring the noise in his ears, Song Ting's heart was as calm as water, abandoning all distracting thoughts, extracting memories from his mind, squinting slightly, and then quickly putting down the pen, a few lines of neat and rigorous words, instantly jumped on the paper.

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow very little. There is no grass at the end of the world. Mu Yunchuan read this word by word, only to feel that it was catchy, and the rhyme was extremely good. After reading it, I couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and when I came to my senses, I said hello.

Looking at these few sentences, the fan in Lu Bonian's hand paused, and there was a ghostly expression on his face, he knew poetry, otherwise he would not be able to pass the Jinshi exam, "There is no grass at the end of the world", he couldn't write this kind of sentence even if he scratched his head. For a moment, he was stunned and couldn't say a word.

Although Mu Yunchuan read word by word, Mu Ruhan, Wu Kui, Yang Kui and the other three people sitting on the chair, even if they could hear what Mu Yunchuan was reading, because some words were homophones, they naturally had no way to know what words were written on the paper.

Looking at the expressions of Mu Yunchuan and Lu Bonian, Yang Kui's old face suddenly trembled slightly, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

After writing Shangque, Song Ting put away the pen, raised his head slightly, as if groaning, and seemed to be thinking, seeing his appearance, Lu Bonian suddenly took the opportunity to sneer: "You Shangque is writing well, but so what." You can't write it now, can you? ”

Hearing that he couldn't write the next que, Yang Kui also snorted coldly, breathed a long sigh of relief, secretly proud in his heart, and said aggressively: "Song Xiaoyou, what's the matter...... Is this so difficult? ”

Who knew that Song Ting stared at the inkstone and said lightly: "No, where did this old man who grinded ink go?"

He glanced around the hall with his eyes, and found that the steward who was still grinding ink just now actually ran to renew the tea, and at this time, the steward was adding tea to the cup of the prefect Wu Kui, and he didn't take him seriously as a "poet" at all.

Hey, Song Ting shook his head and sighed, then raised his eyes, moved from Lu Bonian and Mu Yunchuan in turn, and looked elsewhere, and finally locked his eyes on Qin Hui on the nearest seat, and said with a smile: "Brother Qin, I don't know if you are willing to deign to help me study ink?"

"Yes, of course!" That Qin Hui had long wanted to come over and see Song Ting's poems, and as soon as Song Ting opened his mouth, he didn't think about it, so he agreed in one bite.

At this time, the cadres in the hall realized that he didn't write down the Que after writing the Que because there was no ink.

Qin Hui diligently grinded the ink, looked up to look at the Shangque written by Song Ting, but saw that his handwriting was neat and rigorous, and the pen was just right, although it was not as good as his "natural and self-contained", but it seemed to be more beautiful and more atmospheric, and I couldn't help but admire it a little more.

After Qin Hui polished the ink, Song Ting dipped his pen in ink, and soon picked up the pen and wrote the next que.

"Swing in the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded into silence. Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed. Mu Yunchuan read it word by word again, and this time as soon as he finished reading, "good, good, good", he said three times in a row.

"What's so good? Show me! Yang Kui waved his sleeves and stood up, his old face trembled, obviously flustered, and he was at the end of his crossbow.

Qin Hui held the rice paper in his hand and respectfully presented the rice paper to Yang Kui's eyes, like an errand runner. Yang Kui stood up, snorted coldly, took the rice paper with his left hand, picked up one end, shook it roughly, caught the other end with his right hand, and looked at it.

The rice paper just covered his face, Qin Hui couldn't see his expression when he read the words, but he saw his hand wearing a jade wrench, and couldn't stop trembling, after a long period of trembling, he saw him snort coldly, threw the rice paper on the ground, and sat back on the carved sandalwood chair angrily regardless of everyone's surprise.

"This ......" everyone couldn't see what he meant, how could he be so dignified and angry? Could it be that this word is too badly written to enter the eyes of his old man?

The prefect Wu Kui smiled and said kindly: "Take it up and show it to the official......" As soon as he spoke, it was considered to have resolved the embarrassment.

Qin Hui bent down to pick up the rice paper on the ground, and respectfully handed it to the prefect Wu Kui's hand, and saw that the poem "Fixing the Storm" was still on the table next to him, so he took a look.

Wu Kui opened the rice paper, his expression was kind, his eyes were shining, he looked at it line by line, and finished reading the whole words of this song "Butterfly Loves Flowers". He handed the word to Mu Ruhan, the Marquis of Jiangling.

Mu Ruhan unfolded the rice paper and saw that the full words were as follows:

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow very little. There is no grass at the end of the world.

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded into silence. Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed. ”

"Hmm...... Poetic and picturesque, a touch of sadness, it does cater to the theme of "cherishing spring", but it is "sad but not sad", particularly elegant, and the ending sentence "amorous but ruthlessly annoyed" is like a child's coquettishness, which is really interesting! Well! Not bad! Good! If my son has this half of the level......" Mu Ruhan said, glanced at Mu Yunchuan, and suddenly stopped talking, with a bit of hatred in his eyes.

Mu Yunchuan was originally happy for Song Ting, but he was suddenly glared at by his father like this, and he couldn't smile anymore.

"There is no grass at the end of the world...... Amorous but ruthless...... Hey, Yang Xuezheng! Muttering these two sentences, Wu Kui suddenly called Yang Kui.

Yang Kui was in a state of indignation, reluctantly stood up, and arched his hand: "I don't know what the prefect commands?"

"Come here." Wu Kui beckoned, Yang Kui walked over, standing beside Wu Kui, Wu Kui pointed to the sentence "amorous but ruthlessly annoyed" in "Butterfly Love Flower", and said: "Is this sentence of this poem very similar to the song "No wind and rain and no sunshine" in "Fixing the Storm"? This style is no different, it is wonderful! ”

Hearing that the prefect said this, Yang Kui's old face trembled slightly, knowing that when he said this, he recognized that Song Ting's kid was indeed self-created, not "buying poetry" or "plagiarism". The question was made on the spot, played on the spot, and the style was the same as the previous one, so it was definitely written by him! Thinking of this, he became angry, a twenty-year-old young man actually climbed on his head...... "No, I must not let him come out so easily!" ”

Yang Kui's mind was sharp, so he reached out and grabbed the word "Butterfly Loves Flowers" from Wu Kui's hand, and got it into his own hand, he frowned and read the whole word a few times, and indeed did not find a single word "spring", his face suddenly became more embarrassed, and then he deliberately asked some details, wanting to make things difficult for Song Ting. Who knew that it was easily resolved by Song Ting, and his old face turned even redder.

After all, he still refused to admit defeat, and he suddenly said: "This poem is good, but it's a pity that it's too young and girly!" It's grass again, it's a beautiful woman, it's ruthless, it's amorous...... Being too daughterly is not necessarily a good thing. Song Xiaoyou is afraid that he can't write atmospheric words, right? ”

Song Ting was speechless, how could this old guy be so entangled, but at this time, the prefect Wu Kui smiled, took "Fixing the Storm" in his hand, and said: "Yang Xuezheng, isn't this poem atmospheric enough?"

Yang Kui wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the prefect Wu Kui with a smile: "Okay! Sure enough, it's a young talent! I don't know where Song Sheng's home is? Is it married? Is there a reputation? He called Song Ting "Song Sheng", sheng, that is, a scholar.

Song Ting arched his hand and said: "Xiaosheng's family lives in Yangzhou City. I just got married to my wife this year. As for fame...... It's just a showman. "I thought: This prefect really asked in detail enough, even asking about the marriage match.

"Huh~" Wu Kui's eyes were gentle, and he smiled: "Xiucai can also be an official!" I wonder if Song Sheng is interested in being my guest? When he said "official", he did not refer to the official of the imperial court, but to a position such as tolerance.

"Lord Prefect!" At this time, Yang Kui on the side suddenly said loudly: "I think Song Xiaoyou is a talent, and his poetry talent is so high, it is better to ...... Let's invite him to Yangzhou Academy to teach, what do you think? ”

"Teaching ......" Song Ting listened to Yang Kui's proposal, and immediately had black lines on his head, saying it nicely, asking him to teach, who knows if he took the opportunity to rectify him. went to Yangzhou Academy, he is a teacher, he is a leader, but I don't know what to be done......

Wu Kui naturally guessed this layer, so he stared at Song Ting with kind eyes and said, "Song Sheng wants to go to Yang Xuezheng's Yangzhou Academy to teach?" Or would you like to come to the official's mansion as a guest? Let's be outspoken. ”

Song Ting hesitated for a moment, and said respectfully: "Lord Prefect, the young student is not a shallow learner, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be qualified for the position of a guest of the house, I am afraid I can only thank the prefect for his kindness."

Wu Kui stared at him, his eyes like torches: "Oh, then you want to teach?"

Song Ting said: "Xiaosheng doesn't want to teach."

Wu Kui continued to stare at him with interest: "Oh, you don't want to be a curtain guest or teach, so what do you want to do?" How do you do the paperwork of the Officer...... If you don't dislike it, Yongtai County lacks a master, how about the official recommend you there to be a master? ”

Song Ting thought about it, if he didn't agree again, he was afraid that he would have to lose the face of the dignified five-grade officials, so he had to hug his fists and bow: "In this case, Xiaosheng thanks the prefect for his recommendation."