Cheng Yuchao's face changed when he heard this, and there was a legend in Leizhou Mansion that Suixi was only fifteen years old, and he relied on the recommendation of his father and father-in-law to be able to do it.

Cheng Yuchao hates this kind of inaction the most, and now He Zisong compares Song Wenjian with him, which makes him hate it even more.

"Hmph, there is nothing comparable to those who don't learn and don't know how to do it." Cheng Yuchao snorted coldly.

He Zisong was overjoyed when he saw Cheng Yuchao's angry face.

Cheng Zhifu has always loved this nephew, as long as Cheng Yuchao has a grudge against Song Wenjian, then Song Wenjian will not get the support of Leizhou Mansion.

And although Mo Dazhi is in charge of the officials' room in Leizhou Mansion, without the nod of Cheng Zhifu, can Mo Dazhi still be able to stand up?

"That's right, I don't think Song Wenjian is worthy of lifting shoes for Cheng Gongzi." He Zisong continued to take eye medicine.

Song Wenjian stood up and said: "It's almost time now, let's get the results of the competition first, and I still have to accompany the lady to go shopping." ”

"Okay, I'll read my poems first." He Zisong smiled proudly.

He has been a teacher for so many years, and it is not in vain.

When he read out the poems he had written, the audience continued.

"Well, the poem of the teachings is really good."

"It seems that Song Dianshi is going to be slapped in the face." Someone was secretly laughing.

Song Wenjian shook his head and said: "He Jiaoyu, this poem of yours is a bit false, with poetry and ambition, but what you say is not true." I wrote a poem to my father, who was the imperial history, to express my ambition in poetry. ”

When He Zisong wanted to say something, Song Wenjian had already chanted Yu Qian's "Lime Yin": "Thousands of hammers are chiseled out of the deep mountains, and the fire burns as if you are idle." I am not afraid of broken bones, and I want to leave my innocence in the world. ”

"Keep your innocence in the world." He Zisong's face changed.

This poem is so well written, it is suitable for the situation, and it writes Song Hua's state of mind to serve the imperial court.

If this poem is seen by the imperial court, Song Hua will definitely be rewarded.

"Okay."

"Great."

The applause from the audience was like thunder, and the voice of He Zisong's applause just now was compared with this, as if one was in the ground and the other was in the sky.

Mo Xintong stood up excitedly and looked at her husband, she didn't expect her husband to learn so well.

This poem is so well written, it describes the old man's feelings of being upright and unwholehearted.

Mo Xintong has liked erudite and talented people since she was a child, and she looked at Song Wenjian shyly.

Song Wenjian looked at He Zisong, who was pale: "He Jiaoyu, I don't know if my poems are okay?" ”

What is ok, it is simply too good. He Zisong screamed angrily in his heart.

But he wouldn't praise Song Wenjian to his face, and said frustratedly: "It's okay, I'll let you win this time." ”

Yang Yiqing was shocked in his heart, if he couldn't win back a game this time, he would lose two hundred taels of silver.

The words made by Yang Yiqing are the favorite words of crazy men and women, describing the lady at home who misses her husband who is studying abroad, which attracts some ladies to applaud.

This time, some women from the Qinglou also came over, they listened to the words made by Yang Yiqing, wrote them down happily, and prepared to go back and compose a song to sing in the Qinglou.

Yang Yiqing heard everyone's applause, and looked at Song Wenjian proudly: "Song Dianshi, you can also come to a poem." ”

Song Wenjian shook his head secretly, he didn't want to slap them in the face, but they insisted on turning their faces, and he couldn't help it.

"Just now I wrote poems for my father, and now I write lyrics for my mother." Song Wenjian looked at Mo Xintong with affection.

"Ahh Mo Xintong covered her face and was so ashamed that she wanted to go to the ground.

Xianggong was too bold to say such a thing in front of everyone.

But there was an indescribable joy in her heart, and she felt that the world was singing for her.

Yang Yiqing was impatient: "Song Dianshi, if you can't write lyrics, admit defeat, this time when we draw, no one loses." ”

Song Wenjian said with a smile: "What is the situation in the world? Straight Christians promise life and death. The ...... of the two flyers in the north and south of the world

There was silence in the audience, no applause or cheering.

Song Wenjian finished chanting the words, and didn't hear the praise of others, but just saw Mo Xintong looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"What is the situation in the world? Straight Christians promise life and death. Mo Xintong kept chattering.

She liked this poem so much that if it weren't for the others, she would have wanted to throw herself into her arms and cry happily.

Song Wenjian was secretly pleased, it seems that the appreciation level of the ancients is still a little different.

But it's not bad to be able to make the lady happy, what are those silver taels, it's hard to buy a beauty to laugh.

"Bang bang." There was a warm roar from the audience, which frightened Song Wenjian, and he thought that someone was setting off a cannon in the audience.

"Great."

"Lord He and Lord Yang are not as good as Lord Song."

"It's really a slap in the face, they are a lot older, and they are not as young as Lord Song."

"Straight people promise life and death, Song Dianshi, I love you." A certain Qinglou Qingqi boldly courted Song Wenjian.

Song Wenjian is handsome, talented, and a classic history, not to mention being a concubine, even if they are willing to be a hundred and eight people.

"Don't fight with me, I fell in love with the history of the Song Dynasty first." Seeing that Yihong Yuan was grabbing his own lead, he was so angry that he rushed over and argued with the other party.

Song Wenjian looked at the sensation of the readers in the audience, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It's not that his lyrics are bad, but it's so good that everyone in the audience is fascinated.

Cheng Yuchao was shocked, he ran to Song Wenjian's side and bowed: "Song Dianshi, I offended a lot just now, please forgive me." ”

As a scholar, Cheng Yuchao naturally admires talented people.

Like the poems made by Song Wenjian just now, he was amazed, and he wanted to make friends with Song Wenjian.

"Hmph, don't dare to forgive your sins, you can compare your poems well." Song Wenjian didn't have a good impression of this kind of sour and rotten reader, and was about to ignore Cheng Yu's overtime, Xu Yueping walked over and said softly: "Lord Song, Cheng Gongzi is the nephew of Cheng Governor's Mansion. ”

Xu Yueping's "Lord Song" is different, if it is just called an official position, it seems to be a raw point. If you can call an adult, it shows that you want to get closer to the other person.

Xu Yueping saw that Song Wenjian was talented, and he would definitely be very good in the future, so when would he not stammer?

When Song Wenjian heard this, his face was like a spring breeze and said to Cheng Yuchao: "Brother Cheng, don't be polite, everyone is a scholar, we are commensurate with brothers, and we will be close to each other in the future." ”

Cheng Yuchao saw that Song Wenjian wanted to be commensurate with him as a brother, and said happily: "Okay, Brother Song, if you come to Leizhou Mansion, as long as you say that you are looking for the Cheng family, you can find me." ”

"Then I'll go to Cheng's house to visit Brother Cheng another day." Song Wenjian was happy in his heart, the Cheng family was the home of the Cheng prefect.

As long as he can have a good relationship with Cheng Zhifu, Li Rujun will not be able to jump.

He Zisong and Yang Yiqing's faces didn't look good, they originally wanted to let Cheng Yuchao and Song Wenjian get evil, but they didn't expect Song Wenjian to conquer Cheng Yuchao with the poems he made.

Looking at the way they call themselves brothers, if Song Wenjian is allowed to hug the thigh of the Cheng Governor's Mansion, then it will be okay?

But now that it's here, what else can they do?

He Zisong glanced at Yang Yiqing: "Let's go." ”