The moment Hua Yingying walked out of the room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. I saw that she was holding a piece of paper in her hand, and everyone was very curious about what was written on the paper, in fact, most people had already guessed that what was written on the paper was tonight's exam questions.

Hua Yingying unfolded the paper to everyone, and the word "spring rain" was written on the paper.

Hua Yingying said: "It's raining outside now, you might as well write a poem on the topic of this spring rain."

As he spoke, he untied the embroidered bag he carried with him from his waist, and said to everyone: "This is the embroidered bag that I have been carrying on my body since I was a child.

"In addition," Hua Yingying paused slightly, and secretly glanced at "Wang Gongzi", her face flushed, revealing a little shyness: "Tonight, if anyone gets this name, Jiu Niang is willing to accompany him for a night."

As soon as Hua Yingying finished speaking, the crowd immediately exploded!

"What!?"

"Hua Yingying, this is going to sell herself?"

"Fuck you! Yingying is so cold and jade, how can she sell herself? ”

"And what did she mean by spending the night together?"

"Playing chess, chatting, playing and singing...... Is it possible to sleep with you for one night? You man! Vulgar! ”

“……”

After a brief commotion, it was time for everyone to answer the questions, and the hall was suddenly quiet. However, there are still many guests who are not here to participate in this poetry meeting, but just to look for flowers and ask Liu Shuang, so there are still some laughter and scolding.

Song Ting saw from a distance that several girls from Yunxiangyuan were each holding a refined tray, and the tray was full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the girls came forward to ask if they would participate in the poetry competition, and if they participated, they would give the person pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

A green-clothed girl walked up to Song Ting with a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and asked, "Does Childe participate in the poetry competition?"

Song Ting nodded, but he didn't expect the girl in green to put down the refined tray, then pointed to the ink, paper and inkstone and said, "One or two silver, you will return it when you run out."

Song Ting was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and he would have to pay a tael of silver for a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, your uncle's ...... Why don't you grab it?

After thinking about it, I have to admire the means of this Yunxiang Academy, there is a gold-lettered signboard of "Hua Yingying", and there are really business opportunities everywhere, and the "registration fee" of a small poetry club costs one or two silver...... This old bustard is too good at business.

Song Ting didn't have any money, he really didn't have any money, and when he glanced at his purse, there were only a few coppers left in it. Therefore, I had to send the girl in green away under the pretext of "borrowing a friend's". The girl in green looked embarrassed and knew that he couldn't afford to pay the taels, so she didn't say anything and left directly.

On each table, there is a fine brush, a bottle of ink, a fine inkstone, and two pieces of rice paper, one for drafting and the other for formal writing...... Everyone had already started to work on the draft, but Song Ting had no paper and pen, and he was at a loss for a while.

…

In the private room on the second floor, Hua Yingying opened the dressing box, took out a boxy piece of paper from the bottom of the box, unfolded it, and took Bai Qiuyan's hand: "Qiuyan, do you think that Wang Gongzi can write a good poem with the title of 'Spring Rain'?" You see, the last time he gave me this poem, look at how he wrote? ”

Bai Qiuyan took the paper into her hand and said in a deep voice: "Spring Wang is free to go out of the painting hall, and the red plum and willow are beautiful...... Wang Gongzi's poems are very well written, there are things to say, and the words are not good, and today's famous material is also obtained by him, Yingying, you can relax! ”

Hua Yingying's face was full of joy: "Qiuyan, you know poetry, I admire you the most."

…

In the hall, Song Ting experienced despair in just a moment. He wanted to find someone to borrow a piece of paper, borrow pen and ink for use, who knew that there was no one to bird him at all, these so-called literati, usually pretending to be elegant and generous, at this time one by one became extremely picky, even half a piece of paper was unwilling to lend him.

When Lu Bonian saw Song Ting borrowing paper and pen, he laughed loudly: "Song Xiucai, it turns out that you are so poor? I can't even get a tael of silver! Then what are you going to bet twenty taels with me? ”

Then, he touched his chin again: "Otherwise...... I've heard that you've married a new lady, so why don't you use your lady as collateral? ”

After saying that, he laughed.

Song Ting resisted the urge to beat him up, and forced his breath to say, "Don't worry, I have money." Besides, the winner or loser is undecided......"

Lu Bonian's eyes showed mockery: "Okay, good, I believe you have money." However, at the moment, you can't even afford pen and paper, what do you compare to me? ”

While speaking, Lu Bonian had already written a line of words on the scratch paper, and his face became more and more proud: "There is only one hour for answering this question, and now half an hour has passed, I will see how you can win me."

Song Ting looked at the incense burner that had burned out a small half of the incense, and his heart was indeed a little nervous, yes, there is only one hour for answering the question, that is, the time for a stick of incense, this is a rule that has been set a long time ago.

"Well, I'll go buy pen and paper first."

Song Ting ignored the rain outside the door and rushed out.

Seeing this scene, the hall burst into laughter.

"Tsk, the poor scholar can't even take out a tael of silver, and he still wants to be appreciated by Yingying, it's ridiculous! It's ridiculous! ”

"Remember, his name is Song Ting, and his name is Chaozhong." Lu Bonian proudly introduced to everyone, as if he expected that Song Ting's poems could not compare with him, and when the time came, the deeds of "buying paper and pencils" could be taken out as a joke after dinner.

"Remember, Song Chaozhong." Everyone nodded.

“……”

For the taunt behind his ears, Song Ting naturally couldn't hear it, and at this time he was already marching on the street in the rain. The rain was so heavy that he didn't have an umbrella and could only let the bean-sized rain fall on his face and lips, and soon his clothes were soaked.

Pedestrians walking with umbrellas or running like rats across the streets and alleys to the corners of the eaves. But with such a heavy rain, whether you have an umbrella or not, your clothes will inevitably get wet.

Song Ting didn't run around like others, he let the rain wet his whole body, but felt that this was a very refreshing feeling, how free, how unrestrained, the rain moisturized things silently, and there was no pain when it fell on his body, he only felt comfortable.

On rainy days, rice paper is not easy to buy, umbrellas can be seen everywhere, Song Ting walked several streets, did not buy rice paper, and finally in a fragrant wax shop, spent five cents, bought a roll of straw paper, estimated the time, and hurried back to Yunxiangyuan.

…

Song Ting returned to Yunxiang Courtyard, but found that the hall was extremely noisy, and all kinds of noises came and went, as if they were arguing about something.

Stepping through the door, I looked: it's over, the incense is finished...

Unexpectedly, it was still delayed on the road for too long, the time for a stick of incense had already passed, the answer was over, and everyone handed in the poems they wrote.

At the door of a private room on the second floor, Hua Yingying and a beautiful woman in a crescent white dress were reading poems written by everyone one by one......

Everyone craned their necks, their eyes focused on Hua Yingying, waiting for her to announce the results.

Everyone saw that Hua Yingying finally took out two of the poems and discussed them with the beautiful woman next to her, the two pointed and discussed for a long time, but they didn't come up with a result.

Everyone thinks that these two poems must be Hua Yingying's favorite, and looking at Hua Yingying's embarrassment, it must be because the two capitals are well written, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

If you get closer and listen carefully, you can hear Hua Yingying say "I don't care, I want Wang Gongzi to win", and Bai Qiuyan said, "But it's obviously another poem that is better written......", of course, it was too noisy below, and no one could hear the conversation between the two women.

Hua Yingying took a step forward, raised her voice a little and said, "I declare that it is Wang Gongzi who wins!" Then I read the poem "Wang Gongzi" again.

The result of "Oh ......" had long been expected by everyone, so everyone shouted and planned to disperse.

Who knew that at this time, a voice sounded: "I don't accept it!"

The people who were about to disperse immediately gathered over, thinking that "Wang Gongzi" won the first place, there was no surprise, and there was no good surprise, "Wang Gongzi" was already talented in poetry, they had already been knowledgeable, but they didn't expect it...... There are actually people who are not convinced, now, there is a good show to watch!

Lu Bonian stood up with a fan, and said all the way: "I don't accept it!" I'm not convinced! ”

Lu Bonian stood in front of the person and saluted Hua Yingying with a fist, but opened the fan on the ground, and said with a smile while shaking: "Don't hide it from you, I am a Jinshi today, and my poems have been guided by Mr. Yang Kui, although I dare not boast, but I am also confident that I can write better than that prince...... If you don't believe me, I'll read it to you! ”

Lu Bo began to read his own poems with emotion, and finally ended with an emotional pause, which had a bit of a sense of frustration of yin and yang.

"Well, it's really better than the prince's poem." There is humanity.

"Yes, it is worthy of the current science and technology jinshi, and the poems are still excellent......"

"I'm not necessarily much better than Wang Gongzi's poems, but I'm just slightly better at the rhetoric."

"Well, Wang Gongzi's poems are realistic, and they have something to say when they read. This Jinshi of today's science and technology has a bit of uninhibited meaning, which is good! ”

“……”

After some debate, in the end, everyone still agreed that Lu Bonian's poems were better than "Wang Gongzi".

Lu Bonian was very satisfied with the results of everyone's discussion, looked at Hua Yingying and laughed: "Miss Yingying, should you announce that this son is the first name?" Hahaha......"

Hua Yingying was demolished for the first time, and she was obviously at a loss, so she had to ask Bai Qiuyan on the side with her eyes, Bai Qiuyan looked at her and said in a low voice: "You better announce that Lu Gongzi has won, so as not to offend the public."

Listening to Bai Qiuyan's words, Hua Yingying showed a lost expression on her face, and secretly looked at "Wang Gongzi" again, seeing that his face was obviously unhappy, and she was even more at a loss for a while, and her heart was uneasy.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to say: "The first name of today's poetry meeting is this ...... of today's science and technology scholars."

"Wait!" Before Hua Yingying finished speaking, she was interrupted by another voice.

When everyone heard this voice, they said in their hearts, could it be that there was someone who was not convinced? Today is really a wave of unsettled, wave after wave, good drama again and again!

Hearing the shout, Hua Yingying also followed the sound and looked over......