Most of the young people have already written poems, and when they got to the back, Su Tiancheng couldn't listen to them anymore, but he still needed to hold back, and the most annoying thing was that these young people were complacent and thought that their poems were very good.

A poetry and literature meeting in Haolu has reached such a situation, and it is estimated that the county lord did not expect it.

The noisy atmosphere passed, everyone slowly quieted down, and it didn't mean much to praise each other, and the county lord didn't say much, and these young people probably understood something.

"Why don't Xie Yuanlang make a poem for Lu?"

The county lord's words made everyone's eyes focus on Su Tiancheng.

Su Tiancheng couldn't wait to step forward and kick the county lord, on such an occasion, what kind of poetry should I do.

"County Lord, I think the poems of your sons are all wonderful, so I just need to appreciate them."

"Ha Luha, the county lord, Xie Yuan said that my poetry is good, it seems that if I take the township test, this Xie Yuan will also be able to capture."

The young man who was the first to compose a poem spoke, and Su Tiancheng felt a layer of goosebumps on his body, and his arrogance should not be to such an extent, what is the identity of this young man.

As if to understand his thoughts, the county lord opened his mouth to introduce.

"Master Su, this is the son of Qian Kaitai, the son of Lord Shi Qian, the head of the palace, and now he is the prisoner of the country."

"It turned out to be Mr. Qian, and I have admired it for a long time."

Qian Kaitai seemed very complacent and gave it up at will.

"Su Gongzi is the township test Xie Yuan, it's a pity, I didn't be able to participate in the township test this time, otherwise, I would have been able to participate in the Luming banquet with Gongzi."

Su Tiancheng almost thought that he had heard it wrong, is the Guozi Prison Supervisor such a level, what have you learned all day long, at least you know that you are modest, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, don't be too arrogant. Besides, your Qian Kaitai's father is just the chief of the palace of Zhengwupin, and he doesn't have much actual power, that's what he looks like, it's really a cheat.

Su Tiancheng smiled faintly and stopped talking.

"Master Su, I'm waiting for your poems."

The county lord spoke again, and the surroundings quickly quieted down, and it was not easy to make the county lord ask twice. This time, looking at Su Tiancheng's eyes, there was dissatisfaction, jealousy, and envy.

Su Tiancheng knew that he couldn't hide, and he had to write a poem.

Strictly speaking, it can't be a poem, it's a plagiarism of poetry.

He thought about it for a while, and in his memory, the most familiar thing was Nalan Xingde's long-sung song "Magnolia Flower Order". Quasi-ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends", this poem can be called a cross-century masterpiece.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, then I will be ugly."

Lifting the pen, Su Tiancheng groaned slightly, this is not that he is pretending, the key is to recall the whole poem, fortunately, I heard so many poems just now, and in my heart, I am already reciting this poem silently.

The surroundings are very quiet, Xie Yuanlang has written poems, of course everyone has to care, especially the county lord.

In just a few minutes, Su Tiancheng wrote the entire poem in one go.

"Master Su, can you read it aloud, we appreciate it."

Su Tiancheng glared at the county lord unceremoniously, but he didn't expect the county lord to speak.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the west wind sad fan; Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable; Lishan said that it was half a night, and the night rain and rain bell did not complain; How is it like a thin brocade cloth, and the wings and branches are wishing on the day. ”

After reading this plagiarized poem with a big grin, Su Tiancheng's face did not change and his heart did not beat, as a civil servant in his previous life, such qualities were still there.

It's just that he didn't pay attention to the performance of the people around him.

Plagiarism has an advantage, that is, to choose the best verses, to take it out is amazing, I feel that no one will choose those ordinary poems, such poems, it is not possible to not be eye-catching, plagiarism also has a fatal shortcoming, but also the poetry is too good, just imagine this poem of Nalan Xingde, a hundred years later, there are still so many people praising it, its level can be seen, you have written such poems, it is difficult to be low-key.

Finding that the situation around him was wrong, Su Tiancheng already regretted it a little, but now that it was the end of the Ming Dynasty, he had no other poems to plagiarize, and besides, the poems he wrote down were all passed down through the ages.

After being silent for a while, the county lord stood up, walked out of the pavilion, went directly to Su Tiancheng's side, reached out and took the poem in his hand, and looked carefully, the rest of the girls in the pavilion were carefully savoring.

The county lord's face was slightly red, because the county lord did not speak, and the rest of the people were not easy to speak.

Seeing such a situation, Su Tiancheng's first feeling was to leave here quickly and walk far away.

It was impossible for Su Tiancheng to know the feelings of the Dao Lord.

After the results of the township examination came out, people had already inquired about his situation, he was eighteen years old, and he had not yet married, so he thought of organizing such a poetry meeting, and also wanted to meet him, so he was the only one who participated in the new imperial examination of the poetry and literature meeting.

The name of the county lord is Zhu Xianxin, the daughter of Zhu Qiugui, the king of Jin, the sister of Zhu Xianxuan, the son of Jin, is fifteen years old, it is said that at such an age, it is necessary to get married, but it is a pity that Zhu Qiugui, the king of Jin, died in Chongzhen in three years, according to the rules, Zhu Xianxin must abide by the system for three years, that is, until the sixth year of Chongzhen, he can get married.

At the age of fifteen, it is already the beginning of love, since Su Tiancheng is Xie Yuanlang, of course Zhu Xianxin wants to see her, but she is also a little worried, because she is eighteen years old, and she has not yet married, is there any flaw in herself, or is her appearance particularly ugly, or some other reason.

The moment she saw Su Tiancheng, Zhu Xianxin thought that she had seen it wrong, Xie Yuanlang was a talent, and it was simply a Yushu in the wind.

These young people who came to participate in the poetry meeting today were all notified in advance, and the county lord asked them to prepare some good poems, at least they needed to throw bricks and stones, but unfortunately, the poems prepared by these people were really ridiculous and generous.

Zhu Xianxin had already found that Su Tiancheng's expression was wrong, it was said that when he heard good poetry, knowledgeable people always couldn't help it, and wanted to comment or recite it, but Su Tiancheng was too calm, this was an attitude of staying out of the matter, as if he was not too interested in all the poems.

It is impossible for Xie Yuanlang to be uneducated, the reason for such an attitude can only show that he can't look down on all poems, Zhu Xianxin's interest quickly came up, so he opened his mouth and asked Su Tiancheng to also compose a poem.

Holding this poem, Zhu Xianxin didn't know what it was like to feel in her heart, especially the sentence that if life is only as first seen, it has exhausted the love and love feelings of thousands of years.

Su Tiancheng has such a talent, no wonder he can solve the yuan in high school.

After silently reciting it several times, Zhu Xianxin was able to memorize the entire poem.

"Master Su, can you give me this poem?"

Zhu Xianxin seemed very careful, she didn't have her usual domineering, you have to know that Su Tiancheng is Xie Yuan, and she is a scholar with a reputation for merit, if she doesn't want to, she can't do it.

"The county lord likes it, so I'll give it to you."

Zhu Xianxin's face was still a little red, but she smiled, and she carefully held the poem in her hand.

"Chunping, ask someone to frame the poems, don't break them."

The girl who took Su Tiancheng to the palace before stepped forward to take over the poem.

Su Tiancheng looked at this girl, it turned out to be Chunping.

"Childe gave me poems, and I'm going to give Childe some gifts."

Su Tiancheng's scalp was a little numb, the title of the county lord had changed, the previous was called Su Gongzi, and now the surname has been omitted, and he is directly called Gongzi, don't underestimate this little change, there is a lot of article inside.

He is not naïve, he is familiar with history, this county lord, it seems that there is no marriage match, besides, the king of Jin Zhu Qiu Gui Chongzhen died in three years, according to the rules, the county lord can not be married, if this county lord is interesting to himself, it is a problem that needs to be considered.

Marrying the county lord, it seems that the scenery is infinite, in fact, there are also problems in it, the rebellion of the vassal kings in the history of the Ming Dynasty is still fresh in people's memories, and if you marry the county lord, will it affect the future development, if there is such a light on your head, anything is restricted, it is not a good thing.

Marriage matters, completely make your own decisions, in this era, the possibility is not big, the parents' order matchmaker's words, besides, if the county lord of the county takes a fancy to himself, he can't find a reason to object, thinking about Qingqing and me, spending the moon before and after, completely understanding each other, that's a dream, unless it's ignoring the world's discussions.

Chunping came back soon, holding a plate in his hand, covering a piece of Jinpa, on the top of the Jinpa, it seems to be embroidered with words, I can't see clearly, I don't know what is covered under the Jinpa.

Zhu Xianxin looked at Su Tiancheng and spoke again.

"Childe's poems are amazing, I don't have such literary talent, I can't compare with the previous one, such a gift, please don't laugh at Childe."

Chunping handed the plate directly to Su Tiancheng.

Su Tiancheng took the plate, I don't know what to do, people gave him a gift, it is said that he wants to see what it is, can he say that he gave it to himself with the plate, and when he went back, it was too unsightly to hold this plate.

The eyes around him made him frown a little, the young man who had written poetry before didn't speak, probably couldn't say anything, the comparison of the poems before and after, made them speechless, especially the Qian Kaitai, who had shrunk to the back.

In the eyes of everyone, there is not only envy, but also resentment, it seems that he has attracted the attention of the county lord, which may make some people uncomfortable, which is also very normal, the county lord is so beautiful, someone must have thought about it.