"Magnolia Flower Order" spread out at the fastest speed, and the impact it formed caught Su Tiancheng a little off guard.

He didn't mean to plagiarize, but he participated in the poetry meeting held by the county lord and was forced to be helpless, so he plagiarized this poem by Nalan Xingde. In his heart, he still felt a little guilty, after all, this was not a poem created by himself, no matter how thick-skinned he was, it was impossible to deal with it calmly.

Su Tianhao, who rarely returned home, was the first to find Su Tiancheng.

"Third brother, this "Magnolia Flower Order" was really written by you."

Su Tiancheng looked at Su Tianhao, a little speechless, could it be that you wrote it.

"Tut, it's really well written, if life is only as first seen, it's amazing, you don't know the way, your fame is great, these two days, I'm outside, people know that the road is this poem written by my third brother, and they all ask about your situation."

"What's there to ask about this, it's just a poem, is it worth all the fuss."

"How can you say that, the entire Fucheng, who doesn't know the way, Xie Yuanlang wrote the best poems in Beijing, and they have spread everywhere, think about it, the township test Xie Yuan, the poems are a must, there is a talent like you in the family, who doesn't envy it."

"What's this, I haven't thought about it anymore, I have to take the exam next year, and I will return to Pingyang Mansion in a few days, and I will study my homework and prepare for the exam."

"What you said is a trivial matter, Xie Yuan must participate in the palace examination, the examination is nothing, third brother, do you have time these days."

"Is there something wrong with Big Brother?"

"Hehe, follow me out of the road, I'll be naked."

Su Tiancheng looked at Su Tianhao, it seems that this Su Tianhao, I don't know how to brag about it, he must be saying how handsome and chic his third brother is, how good he is, how good his relationship with himself is, etc., but he was provoked by others, and now he is thinking about asking himself to go out of the town.

If you want to say no, it must be bad, after all, it is the half-brother.

"There's nothing going on these days, big brother just arranges it."

"Okay, you hurry up and clean up, we'll go out immediately, by the way, just ask Wang Dazhi to follow, don't go too many people."

Su Tianhao's expression was a little weird, he probably also knew the truth, Wang Dazhi rarely spoke, and if there was anything, he was stuffed in his stomach, Su Jun and Su Ertong were different, they were equivalent to two small trumpets, and they sang everything.

After getting off the carriage, the three big characters of Qi Fenglou came into view.

Su Tiancheng had a bad chill, and Su Tianhao actually took him to the Qinglou.

It's already here, he can't say anything, Su Tianhao on the side hurriedly explained.

"Third brother, several lifters and prisoners are waiting here, wanting to see you and ask for advice."

The bustard's mother in Qifenglou had never seen Su Tiancheng, but when she saw Su Tiancheng's momentum was not ordinary, she saw Su Tianhao and Su Tiancheng coming in, and greeted her with a smile.

"Su Gongzi, who is this, Yushu is in the wind, and the old body looks envious."

"Mom, this is my third brother."

"Oh, could it be that the township tried to solve the yuan, and if the life written out is only like the great talent who first saw the verses."

The bustard's mother voice was very loud, Su Tiancheng hadn't reacted yet, and some girls appeared around her, all looking at Su Tiancheng, with that look, she couldn't wait to eat Su Tiancheng.

But Su Tianhao still looked very proud.

"Of course it's my third brother, otherwise who else can there be."

"Oh, Xie Yuanlang, all of our girls here have beaten the fairy's ......"

Su Tiancheng lowered his head, followed the bustard mother and Su Tianhao, and walked to the private room upstairs, the girls downstairs, and the girls in the corridor upstairs, all looked at him, it was a pleasant thing to be noticed by the beauties, but at this moment, he couldn't feel it at all, just thinking, hurry up to the private room.

Entering the private room, a familiar face came into view, and it turned out to be Qian Kaitai.

In the private room, there were still a few people sitting, one of whom was a man and a woman, which attracted Su Tiancheng's attention.

Seeing Su Tiancheng come in, everyone stood up.

Qian Kaitai's face had a smug smile.

"Master Su, let's meet again."

"Mr. Qian, I'm glad to meet you."

"Master Su, let me introduce you to these two distinguished guests."

Qian Kaitai directly introduced Su Tiancheng to a pair of men and women standing together.

"This is Lord Lanqiao Zhenglan, and now he is the head of the palace, Shi Si Jishan, the first year of Chongzhen, and this is Sister Mo, the beloved wife of Lord Lan."

"In Xia Su Tiancheng, meet Lord Lan, meet Sister Mo."

"In Xialanqiaozheng, Su Gongzi is the township test Xie Yuan, and it is a great honor to see him today."

"Little woman Mo Wenjuan."

In the private room, there were a total of eight people, with two tables, Su Tiancheng, Su Tianhao, Qian Kaitai, Lan Qiaozheng, and Mo Wenjuan sat at one table, and the remaining three sat at one table.

Soon the bustard's mother came in with a few girls, and Su Tiancheng found that Mo Wenjuan's eyes were faintly revealing disdain.

"Master Su, the poems of Lord Lan and Sister Mo are a must in Taiyuan Mansion, I want to ask Mr. Su for advice today, and I ask Mr. Su not to be polite."

Su Tiancheng blinked, the head of the palace, Shi Si Jishan, is the eighth rank of the rank, and the position of teaching, there must be some knowledge, in such a position, it is necessary to constantly strengthen learning, and it is not so easy to give lectures to the prince and the county king.

Qian Kaitai's arrangement, some of the taste of deliberate challenges, is not thinking about making a fool of himself.

Qian Kaitai's father is the left Changshi of the palace governor Shi Si, and Lan Qiaozheng's top boss, presumably found Lan Qiaozheng, and he will not be rejected.

"Su Gongzi's "Magnolia Flower Order", the realm is superb, my generation can only be admired, but today is a rare opportunity, throw bricks and lead jade, compose a poem, and ask Su Gongzi Yazheng."

The bridge is quickly getting to the point.

Looking at this situation, there must be a competition.

Su Tiancheng was faintly annoyed, what does this mean.

Qian Kaitai is a student of Guozi Prison, and Su Tianhao is studying in the same Guozi Prison, so he is familiar with it, and he specially invited him to come here, just thinking about being able to show his ugliness, thinking about the poetry that is so beautiful, how can it be so easy to compose, it is very good to have one.

If Su Tiancheng made a fool of himself in the Qinglou, it would be faster to spread the news.

"Don't dare, Lord Lan is talented, and he can only be admired, and he will never dare to be elegant."

Lan Qiao was looking at Mo Wenjuan, and his eyes revealed deep affection.

Soon, he stood up and recited poetry.

"When the begonia opens and the swallow comes, it folds the first branch of the east wind. Mandarin pillow and pay the neck wish, fish note do not give the gut word. The peach blossom dyes the spring first, and the willow leaves are not too late to be painted. There is no need for concentric double knots, the newcomer is the old acquaintance. ”

Before Lan Qiao could sit down, Mo Wenjuan stood up.

"The little woman also has a poem."

"When you see you, you will have sympathy, and you must end up in the end. The old son-in-law becomes the new son-in-law, and the bad marriage turns into a good marriage. Under the shallow silver lamp of the autumn waves, in front of the slender jade mirror. The red rope of heavenly damnation is tied to the feet first, and from now on it is called and Tilian. ”

These two familiar poems made Su Tiancheng completely understand that the poems made by Qian Kaitai and others at the Poetry Club were all written by Lan Qiaozheng and Mo Wenjuan.

To say that these two poems are still well done, they are original, and Su Tiancheng really admires them.

There was applause all around, the husband sang and the wife followed, the love was sincere, and the two really did it.

Lan Qiaozheng and Mo Wenjuan didn't sit down, looking at Su Tiancheng, the meaning is very clear, everyone is throwing bricks and stones, you also need to have a song.

To tell the truth, in the poetry club, Su Tiancheng's plagiarized "Magnolia Flower Order" is so outstanding that Lan Qiaozheng and Mo Wenjuan are a little skeptical, to be able to make such a poem, it takes life experience and superb talent, although Su Tiancheng is a township test Xie Yuan, but after all, he is only eighteen years old, the two don't believe that eighteen-year-old Su Tiancheng has superhuman talent.

For this reason, the two thought of meeting Su Tiancheng in person.

Su Tiancheng slowly stood up, it seems that this plagiarism work will continue, this is like lying, the first lie appears, and there are always more lies to round the field, fortunately, he is just plagiarizing poetry, not doing other things, it is harmless.

After thinking about it for a while, Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Love Flower" came to mind.

In the private room, it was very quiet, Su Tianhao was a little nervous, looking at Su Tiancheng, this third brother, he was very familiar, although he said that reading was good, but he had never composed poetry, and the song "Magnolia Flower Order" also shocked him.

When I went to Qifeng Tower today, it was Qian Kaitai who strongly requested that he was looking for a few literati to gather, but he didn't expect it to be such an arrangement, and he had no choice but to do it.

"The hardest day is the busiest day and the moon. The past is like a ring, and the past is a jue. If it is like the moon ring finally bright, do not give up the ice and snow for the heat. ”

After reciting this first half, the private room was already there, and only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Lan Qiaozheng and Mo Wenjuan's faces turned pale, such poems are not something they can compose.

"It's easy to die without that dust. The swallow is still, and the soft stepping curtain hook says (Yue). Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly. ”

Leaning slightly, Lan Qiao stood up, Mo Wenjuan also stood up, and the two walked in front of Su Tiancheng.

Lan Qiao was clasping his fists and bowing, and Mo Wenjuan folded her hands on her waist and bowed on her knees.

"Su Gongzi, arrogant in Xia and Cheap, actually got an axe in front of Gongzi, laughed and generous, Su Gongzi's talent is beyond the reach of the dust, and he will never dare to say anything about poetry in the future."

Su Tianhao was so excited that he couldn't hold himself, such a poem can be regarded as a natural sound, he couldn't imagine that his third brother had such a talent, in front of so many people, it was impossible to fake.