Chapter Ninety-Two: The Poetry Race

"My brother-in-law's methods are really clever, even Princess Yunling is willing to marry you, and he can still tolerate rain and poems, which is really admirable for my brother......"

Meng Jiangyun, who had been unable to interject beside him, said with envy at this moment.

"While going, you can't even handle your own daughter-in-law, you still have the face to say ......"

When Meng An heard that this matter involved the emperor, he was worried about his daughter, and when he saw that he couldn't open any pot, he interrupted him with a cold snort; Meng Jiangyun stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

"Father-in-law, rest assured, Lingxin is kind and simple, and she will definitely be like sisters with them, and the son-in-law will definitely not let Yushi suffer the slightest grievance......"

Liu Huayun knew what Meng An was worried about, and hurriedly said with a solemn face.

"Idle son-in-law, with your words, the old man is relieved, I really hope that the world can be peaceful and worry-free as soon as possible, and watch the children and grandchildren enjoy their old age in peace......"

"Father-in-law, don't worry, there will be such a ...... in the future"

In the pleasant eating, drinking, and talking, time flies.

When Liu Huayun left the Admiral's Mansion, the night was already very dark, but fortunately, the Du Commander made the mansion not very far from here, so he went directly back to his home and did not go to the small courtyard of Liufu again.

"Hey~~~, it seems that my brother will endure it for two more nights, and I am really not used to it without a wife to warm the bed."

In the outer courtyard of the mansion, Liu Ritian, Liu Xiaocui and other more than a dozen children were already asleep, and Liu Huayun, who was slightly drunk, was lying alone on the big bed in the inner house, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Liu~~, you're back."

"Brother~~, I can write, you see."

"Brother, I can memorize the multiplication table, I'll recite it to you, one by one to get one, one to two to get two....."

After opening his eyes again, it was the morning of the second day, Liu Huayun got up and finished freshening, and just came to the door, more than a dozen children were already chattering around.

Liu Ritian, who insisted on practicing martial arts in Zamabu, and a few other older children were very sensible and did not step forward; The young Liu Xiaocui and Liu Yu pulled his shirt and wanted to show him their learning results.

"Well~~, Xiao Cui is great, Xiao Yu is too, yes, and Xiao Ming......"

These are either orphans who were rescued from the Huaiyu Mountain Killer Training Base at the beginning, or orphans that Liu Ruoxi later selected, they have become accustomed to this carefree life, and they regard him as their own relatives.

For them, although Liu Huayun has the intention of cultivating and utilizing, he will not be stingy with the praise he deserves, after all, children at this age need to build confidence the most.

This morning, I will accompany Liu Ruoxi and Meng Yushi to Hangzhou Academy; Therefore, after playing with the children for a while and telling them not to be greedy for fun, Liu Huayun went out to Liufu.

Today's Liufu has begun to be lively, and hundreds of Ding Yahuan are all performing their duties.

After all, after finishing the huge Liufu, I still have to go to the capital to command the layout of the mansion;

But fortunately, my uncle is rich and rich, there are many people who are easy to do, and the housekeeper Liu Zhong and the old man Liu Qingfu are in command, and at most half a day can almost get everything done.

The Hangzhou Poetry Race is a tradition of Hangzhou Academy, which is comparable to that of the Beijing Guozijian, and is held once every three years; It is not limited to the talents of the academy itself, to put it bluntly, it is open.

Because this is the prosperous era facing Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and even the whole Dafeng, the influence must be more than Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and after winning the first place, he is known as the first talent in Jiangnan, and it is also the name that many vassal and elegant scholars dream of.

Of course, the academy is not very large, and it is impossible to let all outsiders enter and participate in it with zero thresholds, and improvise a small poem is the ticket to admission.

"Ah~~~, the spring is just right at the moment, and the little student is not just a poet, so it's okay to write a poem with the theme of spring?"

Although Dong Xiaowan, Lei Tingting, and Liu Ruoping are all talented, they are not protégés of the academy, and they are going to the Liu family's ready-to-wear shop to handle tomorrow's dowry, so they are not with them;

When Liu Huayun walked between the two talented women in Hangzhou City and came to the gate of the academy with the envy of countless people, the old acquaintance surnamed Song was shaking his head and said to the middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him.

"In the spring, potpourri comes, butterflies and bees are busy everywhere; The breeze blows on the face, and the body and mind are drunk, and only then do they ...... Only~~~"

I don't know if this scholar surnamed Song is sick, originally after the middle-aged Confucian nodded, he chanted a limerick poem like a spring;

But when he inadvertently turned around and saw Liu Huayun and a few people walking forward, he immediately stammered.

I'll go, this is your sister, why are there these three guys anywhere, looking at the scholar surnamed Song with a flushed face and Wu Fan with complicated eyes, Liu Huayun was speechless for a while.

Originally, if he hadn't agreed to Meng Yushi in advance, he wouldn't have bothered to participate in this Hangzhou Academy Poetry Competition;

After all, tomorrow is the day to marry a few daughters, and Lin Feng, the rival in love who was worried at the beginning, is in the capital at the moment, and he is not afraid that Liu Ruoxi will run away with others at all.

Therefore, Liu Huayun came over this time, just with the attitude of a bystander, and didn't think about chanting poetry or anything at all, so he stood aside with a smile and no words.

Only the embarrassed scholar surnamed Song was left at the scene, rubbing his hands anxiously, although Wu Fan and the others beside him were thinking hard, they did not speak, obviously they had not come up with it yet.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him couldn't help but sigh secretly, "This Xiaofeng, it's still the problem of the year, and the ideas come and go quickly, it's really speechless......"

"The breeze blows on the face, the body and mind are drunk, and the talented and beautiful people gather in the painting boat. This brother, what do you think of this sentence? ”

"Very good, very good, thank you for reminding ....."

Fortunately, the talented man with a Fujian accent behind him reminded him, so that the scholar surnamed Song, who was not embarrassed, was relieved.

"Okay Xiaofeng, count you through."

"Thank you, Brother Wei."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar read that he participated in many poetry competitions, and he was not too embarrassed, so he let him in.

"Huang Chengchou has seen Mr., I don't know what the requirements are for participating in the poetry competition!"

After the scholar surnamed Song left, the young man who was dressed in white and wore a white scarf on his head, who looked very handsome, asked politely with his fists folded.

"Except for the protégés of our academy, there is no restriction on the topic of an improvised poem, as long as it is not plagiarized from ancient books and other people's......"

"Oh, I see, the brother Tai just now takes spring as the theme, and Xiaosheng takes summer as the theme, in the middle of summer in southern Fujian, it rains like a river. Lu orange hangs gold bullets, and bananas spit out white lotus. ”

A young man with a Fujian accent, the folding fan in his hand was opened, and he opened his mouth with a very square step.

"Yes, you can go in."

Huang Chengchou's little poem describing his hometown is much stronger than the limerick poem of a scholar surnamed Song, and the middle-aged Confucian said with a smile on his face after hearing it.

It's just that this talented man from southern Fujian did not rush to walk up the bluestone steps of the academy, but inadvertently fell his eyes on Liu Ruoxi and Meng Yushi, especially Liu Ruoxi, and the admiration in his eyes couldn't be concealed at all.

"If it's a pity, Yushi, let's go in, Sister Yushi, I don't know if you prepared a soft collapse for your eldest brother, someone in the academy can arrange it......"

Seeing that the Fujian boy who called himself Huang Chengchou was peeking at his wife with that kind of look, Liu Huayun felt unhappy for a while.

It's not that he is not confident enough, but since Dong Xiaowan's matter, Liu Huayun has been very sensitive; Therefore, after greeting the second daughter, he walked towards the academy with a commotionous face.

"Brother Liu, you think too much, it's good to get you a chair, and you want to collapse, you can't open a academy when our family can't ......"

Gege smiled, Meng Yushi glanced at him, and his words were full of ridicule.

The middle-aged Confucian at the door had seen Liu Huayun at the charity bazaar held by Yin Yamen; Therefore, there was no intention of hindering the commander who nodded to him.

"Brother, who was that person just now? But the protégé of the academy, who are the two women beside him? ”

Liu Ruoxi and Meng Yushi are dressed in the same white clothes as other academy talents, and they don't wear any accessories at all;

Liu Huayun was not a student of Hangzhou Academy, so he wore a sky blue robe that was different from theirs.

Huang Chengchou has been lingering in his heart since he saw Liu Ruoxi for the first time, and when he saw that she was about to enter the academy with Liu Huayun, he couldn't help but pull a talented man from the academy next to him and asked.

"Oh, you don't even know him, Liu Huayunbei, the kitchen deacon of Liufu;

However, although they are not students of our academy, they have captured the hearts of the two most beautiful talented girls in the academy......"

Coincidentally, the person Huang Chengchou pulled was the talented man surnamed Li who was outside Lingyin Temple, insulted Liu Huayun, and was later ridiculed by him in poetry, and was instigated in couplets.

knew that he was now commanding the envoys, but he didn't say a word, only said that he couldn't match the humble status of the admiral's daughter and the second lady of Liufu.