The moon outside is rounder than the local one, and the beauties have a great interest in those talented people in Leizhou Mansion.

How can the talented people of Suixi lose their prestige? They chanted poems one after another, and it was so lively.

"Brother Tai, listen to my new Yongyu."

"Brother Ren, I just thought of a poem, and I'll sing it to you now."

The poems were written one after another, which attracted many beauties to turn their heads, which made those Suixi talents even more like chicken blood showing off their literary talents.

After Mo Xintong came in, some famous ladies actually ran over to greet her.

Song Wenjian was surprised: "Lady, do you know them?" ”

"Well, when I was in the boudoir before, I sometimes came to participate in these poetry meetings, and I met some famous ladies." Mo Xintong said.

At this time, a pretty girl about fourteen years old walked up to Mo Xintong's side: "Sister Xintong, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Xu Mei, I haven't seen you for a long time." Mo Xintong pulled the girl to his side and smiled.

"Sister Xintong, can I sit next to you?" Xu Mei whispered. "I can't see clearly in the back."

Mo Xintong looked at Song Wenjian and asked, "Xianggong, this is Xu Juren's daughter Xu Mei, can she sit here?" ”

Song Wenjian said with a smile: "The lady is in charge." ”

When Mo Xintong saw that Song Wenjian agreed, she happily pulled Xu Mei to sit down next to her and whispered to her.

"Sister Xintong, others say that your father-in-law treats you badly, but it doesn't seem to be true." Xu Mei said with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense." Mo Xintong glanced at Xu Mei.

At this time, He Zisong and Yang Yiqing came, followed by Yang Liming and He Shihu.

Now Yang Liming and He Shihu hate Song Wenjian, and when they saw him here, their eyes showed hatred.

"Song Dianshi, you're here." He Zisong smiled at Song Wenjian.

"Yes, Lord He, Lord Yang, you also come over to join in the fun?" Song Wenjian asked.

He Zisong shook his head and said: "I didn't join in the fun with Yang Xiancheng, but came to be a judge." ”

Song Wenjian's face was not good-looking when he heard it, Xu Yueping asked He Zisong and Yang Yiqing to come over as judges, and he came over to join in the fun, wasn't this a slap in the face?

Song Wenjian wanted to go back with his sleeves brushed up, but it can be seen that Mo Xintong likes this kind of poetry club, and he can't bear to leave like this.

Hmph, if you want to embarrass me, then I won't let you get your way. Song Wenjian said secretly.

He Zisong saw Song Wenjian's ugly face, and he was secretly proud in his heart.

Last night, He Zisong asked Xu Yueping to come over, saying that he and Yang Yiqing were going to be judges of the poetry club.

Xu Yueping saw that He Zisong and Yang Yiqing were Yamen officials, how dare he disobey their wishes, so he had to accept it.

"Xu Juren." Song Wenjian shouted at Xu Yueping over there.

Xu Yueping heard Song Wenjian's call, and hurriedly ran over and asked, "Lord Song, is there something wrong?" ”

"Since you want to ask me to be a judge, then I will reluctantly agree." Song Wenjian smiled and picked up the teacup next to him and drank the tea slowly.

"Ahh Xu Yueping screamed in surprise. When did he ask Song Dianshi to be a judge?

He Zisong saw that Song Wenjian really hit the plan, and happily patted the table and said: "Xu Juren, it's a good thing that Song Dianshi wants to be a judge, but this judge, at least you have to have real talent and learning, I don't know if Song Dianshi has a dabbling in poetry?" You must know that if you can write an article, you may not be able to write a poem. ”

"Poetry?" Song Wenjian looked at He Zisong with a sly smile on his face, knowing that the other party wanted to him. "He Jiao, when you are a judge, do you have to compose poems?"

"Of course, Song Dianshi, if you don't have this ability, you can't be a judge of this poetry meeting." Yang Yiqing turned to the scholar behind him and shouted, "Everyone, do you think it makes sense? ”

"Lord Yang is right." Some of the readers replied.

He Zisong and Yang Yiqing are both officials, and this kind of official is most appreciated by Shilin.

And people like Song Wenjian, who are just employees and become officials, must rely on official donations or connections to sit in this position, and they are generally despised by others.

Only some scholars complained in the yamen that day, and many people still thought that Song Wenjian relied on his father to become a classic, and they looked down on him.

Song Wenjian looked at Songzi He Zisong and Yang Yiqing coldly and said, "Two adults, do you want to compare poetry with me, isn't this okay?" ”

Xu Yueping hit a spirit, he knew that something bad was going to happen today.

No wonder He Zisong asked him to invite Song Wenjian to come over to participate in the poetry meeting that day, it turned out that they had a purpose to attack Song Wenjian early in the morning.

Song Wenjian was invited by him, if he was slapped in the face, then Song Wenjian would definitely think that he was also an accomplice, and he would be in trouble then.

The Song family is not as good as before, and it is not difficult to deal with them and the Xu family.

He Zisong said with a sneer: "If Song Dianshi wants to compare with us, then it is the best, lest other readers think that our judges are unlearned." But does the history of the Song Dynasty dare to compare? ”

Hehe, if Song Wenjian dares to compare, he will definitely be hit by them.

If it is not compared, Song Wenjian will also be discredited and become a big joke in Suixi.

"That's right, Song Dianshi will compare it with Lord He and Lord Yang." The readers in the back came to the poetry meeting just to see the excitement, and now several officials and masters are more lively than the poems, which is more beautiful.

The talented people from Leizhou Mansion also followed suit, but they didn't expect that the Suixi talents had not yet compared poetry with them, and the officials of Suixi would fight.

It's interesting, it's really interesting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to be our judges, you must at least learn some real talents." A talented man from Leizhou Mansion stood up and said.

"I don't have a problem, I don't know if Song Dianshi dares to compare?" He Zisong looked at Song Wenjian and smiled.

Song Wenjian is just a small student, and trying to compare poetry with him, a man from a person's background, is like pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth - looking for death.

Song Wenjian hesitated and said: "Lord He, if we want to compare, we must have a colorful head, this doesn't seem to be very good, I think we should not compare." ”

"The color is the color head, we are all officials, this color head cannot be missing." When He Zisong heard Song Wenjian say this, his heart was even hotter.

Song Wenjian is really stupid, he wants to win anyway, and if he makes a lottery head, won't he make a lot of money again?

"Then how many taels of silver do you say this lottery will cost?" Song Wenjian asked pretending to be scared.

"At least a hundred taels of silver." He Zisong blurted out without thinking about it.

This 100 taels of silver is equivalent to two years' salary of their county officials, which is a lot.

"A hundred taels of silver is too little." There was a boy's call from the crowd behind.

"Too little? Then two hundred taels, Song Dianshi, do you dare? He Zisong thought that he would definitely win, so he would earn more money by adding more silver taels.

Song Wenjian was embarrassed: "He Jiao, this is not good, you pay two hundred taels, Lord Yang gives another two hundred taels, if I lose, won't I have to pay four hundred taels?" ”