Hua Yingying saw Song Ting in the crowd, and Bai Qiuyan also saw it on the side, Bai Qiuyan looked at Song Ting, and saw that he was soaked and looked like a chicken in soup, and couldn't help but smile, and his eyes were full of energy.

All eyes converged on Song Ting's body, and Song Ting had a feeling of attracting attention at this time. But he ignored all these gazes, including those of the flowers, and all he saw was the smile of the beautiful woman in the moon-white dress.

A smile is refreshing.

The unique temperament of that beautiful woman, it is difficult not to attract the attention of Song Ting, she is like a touch of camellia in the valley, like a snow lotus under the snow-capped mountains, and like a bend of sweet water under the breeze and bright moon, a clean and transparent elegant temperament, as if with a trace of sweetness, ethereal and transparent, not to stir up dust, cleansing the heart and lungs.

If the good-looking degree of Hua Yingying is compared to "Yan", then this beautiful woman in a crescent white dress can undoubtedly be compared to "Ya".

It's just that I don't know why almost everyone seems to be staring at Hua Yingying, completely ignoring her who has a better temperament than Hua Yingying, as if all the aura is exclusive to Hua Yingying......

"Isn't he the guy who just said he couldn't afford to pay a tael of silver and said he was going to go out and buy pen and paper by himself?"

"Yes, yes, didn't this Brother Lu just say his name, what is it...... Song Dynasty. ”

"So poor, and still come to participate in the poetry competition, I look at him, I don't want to be appreciated by Miss Yingying at all, he wants to be crazy about money, right?"

“……”

Everyone talked about it, and the words were full of banter and ridicule for Song Ting.

Lu Bonian saw that Song Ting was wet, so he gloated and laughed: "Hey, Song Xiucai, what are you doing here?" Nothing to do to take a shower? ”

Song Ting ignored the ridicule of Lu Bonian and others, took out straw paper from his arms, quickly snatched a brush, and made a gesture of wanting to write.

"Yo, what's that, straw paper alas......"

"I'd like to see how poems are written on papyrus......"

Just as everyone was muttering, Song Ting had already begun to write three words on the papyrus - Ding Fengchao.

Set the storm? It should be a word brand name, could it be that this poor show wants to write words? The hearts of the people.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why don't you chant and ...... slowly" When the first sentence was written, everyone's faces began to change, to be precise, they became more important.

Everyone looked closely at the few lines that Song Ting had written, and instantly felt a little admiration, the handwriting was neat and rigorous, not to mention a very high level, but it was very comfortable to look at. In addition to the handwriting, the first sentence that has just been written is already a very high level of poetry.

Lu Bonian's various verbal insults to himself appeared again in his mind, and the scene when he was buying paper in the rain, Song Ting's face was obviously a little angry, and the strength in his hands also increased a little, and the sentences in the future were written faster and faster......

"Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. As soon as these two sentences were written, some people couldn't help but applaud.

Everyone looked at the sentence "A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Pingsheng", and the expression on their faces was not only important, but terrifying. They never imagined that this poor talent, who couldn't even afford a tael of silver, could write sentences of this level.

Looking at the two words "who is afraid", Lu Bonian's face was like a pig's liver, these two words seemed to have eyes, glaring at him fiercely, making him feel a shudder, and he had already begun to break out in cold sweat on his forehead.

Some people have begun to walk away silently, with a look of shame on their faces, and they are beginning to regret the reckless behavior of making fun of others, they regret that they actually judge people by their appearance, but they don't know that people can't look good, it's really ashamed to read the book of sages......

Some people continue to watch, and although some people don't know much about poetry, they already have goosebumps all over their bodies when they see sentences like "A cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng". And those who understand are already shocked at this moment.

Song Ting didn't pay attention to the looks of others, the brush dipped in the ink of the inkstone, and continued to write down the que.

In addition, Song Ting also paid attention to some small details: when he dipped the brush in ink, someone very diligently pushed the inkstone in his direction; Some people were afraid that his ink would not be enough to write, so they deliberately brought other inkstones and ink...... These small details, these acts of kindness, Song Ting's heart explained as "the power of talent".

“…… There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine. With a wave of his hand, Song Ting finished writing the last word "Qing", and when he looked up, everyone had a ghostly expression.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Everyone seemed to be able to hear their breathing and heartbeat.

"Bring it up." Finally, Hua Yingying's words broke the terrible silence.

A girl sent the straw paper on which she wrote a poem to Hua Yingying's hand, and Bai Qiuyan came over to see it, only to see that a complete poem was written on the straw paper, and the full words were as follows:

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

Hua Yingying didn't understand it very well, although she just heard someone applauding below, but she just guessed that the writing was not bad, and she earned some shouting. She glanced at it casually, and she already expected it to be bad, and besides, she took the straw paper in her hand, and after she glanced at it casually, she gave it to Bai Qiuyan's hand: "It's the first word, how do you look at the writing?"

After Bai Qiuyan read this poem, first her slender jade hand couldn't help trembling slightly, and then Qiong Nose couldn't help but take a cool breath, her eyes became inexplicably ruddy, and she suddenly trembled, her nose was sore, as if she was about to cry, she wiped her nose and said very firmly: "This one deserves the first name!"

"Huh?" Hua Yingying was surprised, her eyes were full of questions, she took the draft paper, and read the whole poem "Fixing the Storm" again, but she was still puzzled, so she asked Bai Qiuyan: "What's so good about it?"

Bai Qiuyan's face was already abnormal, as if looking at the air in front of her, and said blankly: "A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Pingsheng...... There is neither wind nor rain, nor sunshine...... I'm afraid I won't be able to write this in my ten lifetimes. I can't imagine that this Song Gongzi, at such a young age, has such a broad and heroic mind, which is really admirable! ”

"Huh? Is it really that good? Hua Yingying's face was embarrassed, "But...... Should I be now? ”

Bai Qiuyan's expression suddenly became strange, snatched the embroidered bag from Hua Yingying's waist and held it in her hand, and said to everyone: "Today's poetry meeting should be the first of this Song Gongzi!"

The crowd applauded and nodded yes.

Bai Qiuyan threw down the embroidered bag with flowers, someone picked it up, and consciously handed it over to Song Ting.

Song Ting shook his head and smiled, and threw the embroidered bag to the corridor upstairs. Everyone was puzzled and asked why, Song Ting hugged his fists and explained: "You don't know, this "Fixing the Storm" is not a small original, but written by Su Dongpo and his old man. I'm just recalling it today. ”

"What? Su Dongpo again? Everyone laughed, but no one wanted to believe Song Ting's words. Those in the know know that just now he said "what you have in your eyes, you are what you are", which is the mouth of "Su Dongpo". According to what he said, he thought that Su Dongpo was just an old man teaching in a small mountain village in Shuchuan, and they believed it when he said a few words of saliva, but they never believed it when he wrote such a level of writing. Therefore, everyone said something like "Childe, don't shirk it", "Childe is still so modest" to compliment Song Ting.

Song Ting said that he was helpless: "I really can't accept the money, I have my bottom line." Then, he stared at Lu Bonian, who was already scared, with a smile: "I don't accept the money, but, face, I must beat!"

Everyone saw that this new first place was aimed at the Jinke Jinshi who had almost won the first place, and they were busy asking the reason.

Song Ting carefully told everyone what Lu Bonian had said before, what kind of gambling contract he had made with himself, and the causes and consequences of the matter. The only one who lost the section on claiming to be "grandson", he did not say.

When everyone heard this, they all stared at Lu Bonian, although he was a jinshi, he was about to become an official. But what everyone hates the most is an official with improper conduct, a jinshi who is about to become an official, bullying a talent who is still testing his fame, this is really unreasonable! Most of the people here are also children, Xiucai, the lowest level of scholars, it is inevitable that there will be some hatred for the Jinshi who have bad conduct, and looking at him, it will inevitably have a little taste of anger.

Lu Bonian was still trying to make a final struggle, and said loudly: "He wrote it after a stick of incense, and he is not qualified to compare with us at all!" His words are false, and you have heard them! His words are fake! It was written by Su Dongpo! ”

At this time, who would believe Su Dongpo's words and Su Xipo's words, one by one pointed to Lu Bonian and said: "Words are true!" Give money! Give money! ”

Lu Bonian panicked, sweating on his face and forehead, and in a panic, he took out two large ingots of silver from his purse, and as soon as he took it out, he was snatched by someone with a cold snort, and sent it to Song Ting's hands with a smile and respectfully.

After Song Ting accepted the silver, he leaned close to Lu Bonian and whispered: "Good grandson, thank you for honoring grandpa......"

"You're ......!" Lu Bonian's face was red all of a sudden, and he glared angrily at Song Ting, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"The surname is Song, you wait for me!" After Lu Bonian left a cruel word, he left Yunxiang Courtyard angrily.

Two of them came with him, and went out with him. The others, I don't know which girl's room to go to.

After Lu Bonian left, the "prince of the prince" walked over with an unkind face, and after observing Song Ting's eyes, he pretended to hug his fists at Song Ting and said: "Song Gongzi is talented, he has made such a high-level poem, I admire it!"

"But," he said, "I want to come up with a thousand taels of silver, and I will ask Gongzi Song to promise me one thing, I don't know if it?"

"Wow! One thousand taels ......" others exclaimed, Wang Gongzi's generosity, they have already seen it. But what is worth a thousand taels? No matter what it does, as long as it's not murder and arson, why don't you quickly agree?

But seeing Song Ting, he smiled and said, "I know what the prince wants me to promise." Ziyun: The beauty of a gentleman as an adult, but the evil of not an adult. There is no need for Wang Gongzi to say more, Miss Yingying will naturally belong to you tonight. ”

After listening to Song Ting's words, "Wang Gongzi" finally showed a satisfied look on his face, took out a silver ticket from his body, and handed it to Song Ting with both hands: "In this case, this thousand taels, Song Gongzi, you can accept it!"

Song Ting shook his head and did not accept the silver ticket of "Prince Wang". Everyone was busy asking the reason, but Song Ting said: "I have a bottom line."

Everyone didn't understand what he meant, but they just praised him for his "noble character", "both ability and political integrity" and "admirable".

"That being the case, the matter is over. Then I'll take my leave and go home! Song Ting hugged his fists at everyone, for fear that the few people in the family would be suspicious, so he would go home early and have an explanation.

Everyone guessed that Song Ting was not a prostitute when he came to Yunxiangyuan, but just to vent his evil breath, but they didn't expect him to miss his wife so much...... and a little more respect for him.

Song Ting put away the twenty taels of silver, and then found the string of sugar gourds on the table, and prepared to go out with a smile on his face.

At this time, a woman's voice behind him called him, "Song Gongzi, please wait a minute......"

Song Ting turned around, only to see the beautiful woman in a moon-white dress, and with a smile, she folded the straw paper with "Fixing the Storm" neatly and handed it over: "Your words are so well written, the concubine is deeply obedient."

Song Ting didn't take the straw paper, waved his hand and said, "Girl, keep it for yourself."

Bai Qiuyan was relieved, and said: "The concubine's surname is Bai, and her name is Qiuyan." If you have the opportunity in the future, I hope to get the advice of Song Gongzi. ”

Song Ting clenched his fists: "Don't dare to advise." The girl is knowledgeable, elegant in temperament, and more knowledgeable than in the next, if there is an opportunity in the future, she will discuss it with the girl. ”

Bai Qiuyan listened to his praise, lowered her head, and unconsciously climbed her cheeks, her face flushed with a faint flush, and when she looked up again, Song Ting had already walked away......