After contemplating for a while, Huo Xianke stood up with a look of determination to win, and said to Yang Miao'er, who was sitting in the center of the stage: "Miao'er, little lady, Xiaosheng has a good sentence to offer." ”

Yang Miaoer smiled at Huo Xian and said: "The slave has long heard of Lang Jun's poetic talent, and he has always been proud of his classmates in Guozi Studies, and the slave expected that the poems offered by Lang Jun should be masterpieces." ”

Yang Miaoer's praise made Huo Xianke fluttering, and he didn't even have time to read the poem, and said politely with a smug face: "Xiaosheng's reputation in Guozixue is just a false praise from his classmates, and the little lady has an overreputation." ”

Yang Miaoer said: "The slave now has a poem in his heart, but I want to ask Lang Jun to comment on it, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

Although Huo Xianke was suspicious in his heart, why didn't Yang Miaoer let him read out the poem he composed, but let him comment on a poem?

But he is determined to win Yang Miaoer, because Yang Miaoer has a life, how can he not agree to show his affection.

"Little lady, please read, the little student is shallow in learning, and the evaluation is not right, please don't blame the little lady."

"How dare you." Yang Miao'er said, then her face froze, and she read: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown." ”

Huo Xianke was shocked, not only he was shocked, but all the soldiers present were shocked.

When the priest of the country was facing the saint once, he heard an excellent poem from the mouth of Emperor Gaozong, which was this "Silent Night Thoughts".

Then he brought back to Guozixue and Taixue, and the doctors all respected this song "Silent Night Thoughts" very much, and as soon as they came and went, this "Silent Night Thoughts" spread in Guozixue and Taixue.

This poem may have been heard by Yang Miaoer from the students of Guozi and Hetai.

Listening to the doctor, the author of this "Silent Night Thoughts" seems to have a surname of Gao, Gao or something, think about it...... That's right, it's high ascension.

Thinking of the owner of "Silent Night Thoughts", Huo Xianke's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and with a pair of eyes full of despair, he glanced at the VIP seat on the second floor, which was also surprised.

At this moment, Gao Sheng and Li Mingyue exchanged a look of surprise, both of them were heart-to-heart, where did Yang Miaoer hear "Silent Night Thoughts"?

Gao Sheng's eyes widened, looking at Li Mingyue, the meaning couldn't be clearer, the poems he sold to Li Mingyue, this little girl's skin actually spread out.

In the future, when Li Bai drinks alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he will only have "raise his head to look at the bright moon and bow his head to two pairs of shoes", and there will be no more hand-me-down poems such as silent night thoughts.

Li Mingyue also gave him a look not to blame me, this poem was originally bought by her with money, and it should belong to her.

Yang Miaoer, as a famous singer in Chang'an, often has to accompany her clan relatives and nobles, and there must be a clan relative who told Yang Miaoer about the "Silent Night Thoughts" she gave Li Zhinian in Taiye Pool that day, otherwise Yang Miaoer would not know about Silent Night Thoughts at all.

Seeing that after reading the poem, Huo Xianke didn't squeak for a long time, and Yang Miaoer said: "How does the poem made by Lang Jun compare with this poem?" ”

Huo Xianke was speechless for a while, he thought that the poems he made were okay, but they were far worse than this "Silent Night Thoughts".

Even if the poem he wrote can be comparable to "Silent Night Thoughts", but when he thinks that even the doctors who taught them praise this poem, if he says no, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the doctors and the sacrificial wine, so many fellow scholars are present, if it is passed on to Guozixue, he will not be mixed up in Guozixue in the future?

Huo Xianke's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and he was stunned and couldn't even speak on the spot.

If he says that his poems are not as good as "Silent Night Thoughts", then doesn't he admit his failure, and it is better to be promoted?

Everyone's eyes looked at him in unison, making him sit on pins and needles, and he regretted it in his heart, regretting that he shouldn't be whimsical, in order to win Yang Miaoer's first night right, he let himself be unable to advance or retreat.

Li Mingyue looked at Huo Xianke, who was stunned on the spot, and then looked at Yang Miao'er, who had been in a good time, glanced at Gao Sheng, and said, "No wonder this Yang Miao'er seems to have discovered something new when she heard that you reported to your home, what a good plan." ”

Cheng Chubi and Li Jingye looked at her stupidly, not understanding the meaning of these words.

Gao Sheng shrugged indifferently, and was even more surprised than Li Mingyue in his heart.

He can see it now, since he reported his home, this selection of the king and breaking the yuan is just a formality, and Yang Miaoer has already targeted him.

To be more precise, it should be the author of "Silent Night Thoughts", which makes him feel that he has taken advantage of Shixian.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Mingyue smiled meaningfully: "Congratulations, congratulations, this Yang Miaoer made it clear that you used your "Silent Night Thoughts" to block the leisurely mouth of Huo Xianke and the scholars, no accident, you are the benefactor of the first night right that Yang Miaoer has been in love with for a long time." ”

Cheng Chubi and Li Jingye looked at him in surprise, and their heads couldn't turn for a while.

A farmer dressed in coarse linen not only knows such interesting stories, but also sings so good songs, and most importantly, can also compose poems.

Cheng Chubi recovered from his surprise, leaned in front of him, and said, "Third brother, since you are so good at writing, make me ten songs and eight songs, you can only care about words." ”

Gao Sheng was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Eight poems out of ten, do you think the poems are cabbage?" ”

Cheng was stunned: "Chinese cabbage? ”

Gao Sheng rolled his eyes, it was all for this goods, otherwise he wouldn't have said Chinese cabbage directly without thinking.

In fact, there was Chinese cabbage in the Tang Dynasty, not Chinese cabbage, but Chinese cabbage.

At this moment, half of the incense has passed, Huo Xianke has not answered Yang Miaoer's question, and the surrounding scholars have long been impatient, and they are all whispering, expecting that the words are not good.

This made Huo Xianke even more embarrassed, and he struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally made a decision, and said to Yang Miaoer: "Xiaosheng's poems are naturally not as good as "Silent Night Thoughts". ”

For the sake of the future, Huo Xianke can only compromise, he still has a good future, and it is impossible to compromise for the sake of a prostitute.

Yang Miao'er smiled slightly and said: "Don't blame Lang Jun, the slave is not deliberately embarrassed by Lang Jun, but after the slave heard about "Silent Night Thoughts", he already had a place in his heart, so the proprietor who begged to forget his worries set up this rule of choosing the king and taking the yuan today, just to lead the owner of "Silent Night Thoughts" out and see him, but at this moment he has his wish and met him. ”

Is it that simple?

The scholars present suddenly felt in their hearts that the famous singers of Chang'an had long been in their hearts, what else did they toss about?

Even Huo Xianke, the leader among them, sighed to himself, they also had the same mentality as Huo Xianke, if they said that the poems they made were better than "Silent Night Thoughts", would they still be mixed up with Taixue in Guozixue?

Even the poems praised by Emperor Gaozong, sacrificial wine, and a group of doctors, they will not say no, the future is important.

Next, the scholars pretended to be as usual, and brought prostitutes or music, or dance, as if they were not here to compete for Yang Miaoer's Zhenyuan, they had a lot of fun, and tried their best to hide their frustration just now.

The noble son who made the final bid didn't know the situation, and thought that he had won the bid, and when he talked to others, he realized that the benefactor of Yang Miaoer's boudoir tonight was not him, but Tian Shehan, who made "Silent Night Thoughts......