One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces,

Five, six, seven, eight.

A poem begins with such a number, and there is no one.

Therefore, even if Su Baiyi now has an official body and is a sixth-grade official, so what?

As long as it insults the IQ of the literati, some people stand up righteously and criticize fiercely.

Wen Zhenmeng shook his head: If this poem is only the first sentence, the next three sentences can still be circled, but the first two sentences are stacked with numbers, which is really hopeless.

Cao Huachun's eyes showed a slight hint of disappointment, and he didn't dare to complain that the emperor had looked away, but he also attributed Su Baiyi to the kind of guy who didn't learn and didn't know how to rely on kitsch lewd skills to attract attention.

Even Su Baiyi's disciples, Fu Lin, Liu Cheng, Deng Long and others, all felt that they were a little ashamed to make such a poem, but no matter how embarrassing it was, it was his own husband after all, and he had to fight for it.

"You know what?" Fu Lin was the first to stand up, blushing and said: "Our husband is a genius of the world, and he is the little Zhuge of the Defu Mansion, how can his thoughts be understood by you laymen?" ”

"That's it, whoever is not convinced, come here!"

Liu Cheng's height of 1.9 meters stood there, and instead of suppressing the voices of those scholars, it aroused their collective anger.

"Bullshit, get off!"

"Insulting Sven!"

"When we haven't read?"

Chen Zhenhui was the most exaggerated, her "angry" face turned red, and she raised a trembling finger and pointed at Su Baiyi, "This, this is simply a shame for our literati." ”

Su Baiyi didn't care about the hustle and bustle behind, standing at the bow of the boat by himself, facing the wind and snow flying in the sky, as far as the eye could see, the wide river surface seemed to be a water mirror wide in front of him, and in the flying snow, he was at a loss.

At the position where the river banks meet, the reed flowers that stretch continuously along the direction of the river dance in the wind, neatly swinging one by one, revealing a strong and unyielding posture in the softness, and the vast expanse is endless.

He seems to have really melted into this poetic picture scroll at this moment!

"Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces!"

Su Baiyi chanted loudly, no matter whether he was mocking or looking at him with his eyes in the back, he ended with a very low voice: "Fly, enter, Luhua, total, no, see!" ”

In an instant, all the noise stopped!

"First, sir......" Fu Lin looked at Su Baiyi in shock, his heart suddenly tightened, and an indescribable feeling came to his heart, although he was far away from the door and window, but when he heard Su Baiyi's last poem, a vivid picture seemed to appear in front of him.

"Smack!"

The cup in Wen Zhenmeng's hand suddenly fell on the table, and the sticky wine juice of yellow, orange and orange was scattered everywhere, but he didn't care, but looked at Su Baiyi, and got goosebumps all over his body.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces. Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the reeds are always gone! Cao Huachun clapped his hands, got up from his seat, took a deep breath and said: "Sure enough, it is different, Mr. Su is talented, and Cao has only understood it now!" ”

All of you here are masters who have been immersed in poetry for decades, and the value and good of this poem can naturally be clearly distinguished, so compared to Wen Zhenmeng's shock and Cao Huachun's praise, the other students seem to be much more depressed.

They all kept their mouths shut!

Su Baiyi turned around, and a cold wind suddenly blew at the door of the way, hitting the ground with the wind and snow, and the sound of "popping" could be heard.

He didn't even pat the snow chips off his shoulder, just walked back to his seat slowly, raised his eyes and said to the guy who was looking at him blankly with a pen, "Why don't you write it, write it down." ”

"Oh, oh!"

The man hurriedly bowed his head and wrote.

Su Baiyi's eyes turned to Mao Bijiang's body again, and the thing he saw suddenly turned red like a crab that had just been fished out of boiling water, but he didn't plan to let Mao Bijiang go, who let him just make a mockery and say bullshit.

"Brave the frontier, I don't know what do you think of this official's nonsense poem?"

Mao Bijiang opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn't.

Chen Zhenhui snorted coldly and said, "It's amazing to write a poem, don't you take our Jiangnan scholars in your eyes?" ”

Su Baiyi is simply drunk, and you who are paralyzed should be when you mock me; When I get the upper hand and look back at you a little bit, why am I going against the entire Jiangnan Shizi?

"Ahem......"

Wen Zhenmeng coughed lightly twice, had to stand up, and said, "Zhenhui, you think too much, Master Su is just asking Mao Xiang to evaluate it." There was already a slight unhappiness in his tone.

Anyway, no matter who is high or low in poetry, the performance of Mao Bijiang and Chen Zhenhui today has fallen behind.

This will give a very bad impression to others, and others will think that they are narrow-minded.

"Forget it, I'll leave it to review!"

Wen Zhenmeng took a deep breath: "Master Su's poem, it seems to be a simple stack of numbers, and it is plain at first glance, but the last sentence is the finishing touch, this kind of poem needs to be read two or more times in a row to gradually appreciate the artistic conception; From the prosaic to the profound......"

Wen Zhenmeng's comments were still very pertinent, even Su Baiyi didn't know that this poem was hiding such a high level. You must know that he just casually took the poems of Zheng Banqiao, a great genius of the Qing Dynasty, and used them.

"Alright, you can continue!"

Cao Huachun looked at Wen Zhenmeng's disciple with a smile.

However, the poetry meeting can't go on, with the beginning of Master Wen Zhenmeng's level in front and Su Baiyi Zhuyu ending, who can make better poems than the two of them?

After the poetry meeting, Cao Huachun was also elegant, and directly arranged for everyone to have a simple meal on this viewing platform, and then let everyone go back to their respective rooms.

Only Su Baiyi and Wen Zhenmeng were left behind by Cao Huachun and lived on the top floor of the official ship.

The room is much better than the flower boat, not only is it carpeted, but the wooden planks around it are also sealed with a layer of ancient wallpaper. There is a shelf behind the end of the bed, and on the shelf is a small charcoal brazier, which will burn the main room as warm as spring.

It's almost the same as the hotels of later generations.

Forehead......

In addition to some modern lighting equipment.

It's just, it's a little dry!

The wind and snow are howling outside, and the room is warm like spring.

Su Baiyi's tiredness accumulated over the past few days suddenly came up, and he went to bed like this, and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes.

I feel like I've had a spring dream, and I want to burn all over my body.

It looked like something was about to erupt.

Su Baiyi was completely sleepy at the critical moment, so he opened his eyes, but saw a scene that made his nosebleed for a long time.

In the empty room, the windows shimmered, and the whole room was filled with soft light.

This is not the key, the key is that a beautiful woman with skin is better than snow and is alive and fragrant, pressing on herself naked, raising her head and charming eyes, the fragrance hits people's hearts.

Su Baiyi was almost face to face with her, and she could clearly see that this was a peerless woman who could squeeze out water.

Her little face was red, her eyes were misty, her cherry lips were slightly open, and the tip of her fragrant tongue was clearly visible.

Su Baiyi's blood relaxed, and he felt that the key parts below seemed to be clamped by something.

Could it be that Lao Tzu was forcibly deducted a meat sleeve by this girl in his sleep?

No, it's not!

There's no such warm and slippery feeling, it's a hand!

That hand, with a slight pinch, Su Baiyi almost screamed.

"Su Lang!"

The voice was low and full of temptation, and the peach cheeks came up like fire.

Although Su Baiyi had the disease of being a widow, he was not a person who didn't ask all the people who didn't ask for everything, so he pushed the woman's slender body away, wrapped his body that had been scavenged into the quilt, and said, "Who are you?" ”

The woman didn't say a word, but lifted the quilt and got in.

Your sister's!

I just remember where I am now!

On the official ship, except for Cao Huachun's old eunuch, there are some brocade guards, when is there such a delicate woman hidden?

What the hell is going on with this special mother?

Su Baiyi was simply drunk.

When my mind was in chaos, the door suddenly opened.

Cao Huachun walked over with a smile on his face, closed the door behind him again, walked to the bedside, looked at Su Baiyi, who was frightened as if he was about to be cut off, and said, "Master Su, don't panic." ”

At this moment, the woman went into the bed completely, and she didn't even show her hair.

"Cao Gong, this, what does this mean?" It's no wonder that Su Baiyi is not nervous.

The idea of a eunuch is not something that a normal person can understand.

Cao Huachun sighed deeply and said, "Hua Liang has been with me for four or five years, but our family is just a person who is left behind her sentence, and she has suffered a lot with me over the years." ”

Cool flowers? It must be this woman in the bed. But where does suffering begin?

Although you don't have a man's things, you will not be less prosperous and rich, how can this girl suffer hardship?

But after a moment of thought, Su Baiyi thought of it again.

Since this old eunuch has a woman, he can play with it when he has nothing to do, but if there are any key objects, I don't know if I am happy or not, Hua Liang must be very tormented.

It's actually right to say this, if you can't ask for it, you can't plug it, this kind of torment is a kind of suffering, and Hualiang should indeed spend every day in suffering.

"So, every time our family looks at it, my heart hurts!" Cao Huachun said and spoke, squeezed out two tears, wiped them and said: "Today I asked her to serve Lord Su, Hua Liang is unwilling to live or die, our family has no choice, I just poured her a big bowl of Xiyu soup, and then sent her to Lord Su's bed." ”

Xiyu soup, the name is good, it's an aphrodisiac!

No wonder I just saw the woman's powdered face with spring, it turned out that she was poured aphrodisiacs by this old man!

Cao Huachun continued: "I, Cao Huachun, swear here, this matter is only known by God, you know that I know Hua Liang, and it is impossible for it to reach the ears of the fourth person, but our family begs Master Su to help no matter what!" ”

After speaking, he arched his hand towards Su Baiyi, then left slowly, and closed the door of the room!