Zhou Quan has never seen this girl, but this girl has seen Zhou Quan.

On the same day in Zhu's Wazi, Zhou Quan stumped He Jingfu with a math problem, this girl was at the right time, and the girl also sent a little girl to make a riddle for Zhou Quan to guess, but Zhou Quan ignored it.

The girl had a pimple in her heart at that time, and when she saw Zhou Quan again at this time, her brows furrowed slightly.

Zhou Quan didn't know that he was being targeted, he pulled Li Bao and saluted the overturned sedan chair man together: "My brother is reckless, I'm really sorry...... Has this brother ever been injured? ”

"I wasn't hurt, I just fell my master's house." The palanquin man said.

Zhou Quan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted the girl in the sedan chair again: "This lady is my brother's reckless...... Ah, a little cold drink to cool off, talk about apologies, and ask this lady to forgive her sins. ”

As he spoke, he opened the popsicle box, took out a mung bean popsicle, and asked the master to send it to the girl. The girl was staring at Zhou Quan, thinking about whether to make a mystery difficult for him, but when she saw the little lady of the teacher, the girl felt a little happy in her heart.

Then I heard the teacher speak: "Lady, this is my homemade ice drink, which is colder than snow in my teeth!" ”

The sentence "the teeth are cold in the snow" comes from Du Fu's poem, which originally praised a kind of cold food at that time. When the teacher opened his mouth, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said happily: "This little lady has read the Du Gong Department?" ”

The teacher smiled shyly: "It was taught by my eldest lang." ”

As she spoke, she looked at Zhou Quan, who was stunned for a moment, this poem was not taught by him.

Although he memorized a lot of ancient poems, and some of them were even very unpopular, Du Fu's "Huaiye Lengtao" was really unpopular among the unpopular, and he didn't know it at all.

Then he remembered that he seemed to have instructed the teacher to find some poems praising the cold food, and it should have been at that time that the teacher turned to this poem. It's just that in front of outsiders, he said that he taught it himself, and he put gold on his face.

The girl heard this, and suddenly had a plan in her heart, she looked at Zhou Quan with a smile: "This Lang Jun can also poetry?" ”

If she asked like this at the beginning, Zhou Quan would definitely deny it, but just now the master put gold on his face, and it seems a little bad to deny it now.

Therefore, Zhou Quan could only cough dryly: "I just know a little bit about it." ”

"Since I am a person who knows poetry, and your friend collides with me, I can ignore it." The girl said.

These words made Zhou Quan feel slightly happy, it seems that it is good to know some poetry, and it is a weapon to impress female literary youth in any era.

But then, the girl's words made Zhou Quan's whole heart become bad: "I only need you to take this ice as the theme and chant a poem, and today's matter will be stopped." ”

"I ...... Want me to recite poetry? Zhou Quan opened his mouth wide and stayed there.

is not only a poem, but also a proposition poem, even if Zhou Quan wants to howl about what thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, or what "life is only like the first time", he will be judged to be wrong.

The zero-score essay with the wrong topic, Zhou Quan has not experienced it.

"This ...... I'm not Cao Zijian, and I don't have the talent to write poetry in seven steps. Zhou Quan thought for a while and said with a wry smile.

"You have the talent of the Zhu family to break through the sky, and you can naturally have the talent to become a poet with quick wisdom." The girl laughed.

Zhou Quan suddenly realized that the other party actually recognized him, not only recognized him, but also seemed to be a little dissatisfied with him, so he deliberately made it difficult for him.

"Uh...... The girl ......, "Zhou Quan still has to be perfunctory."

"My husband's surname is Zhao, and you call me Zhao Niangzi." The girl said: "Even if it is a limerick, please do your best." ”

The master next to him grabbed Zhou Quan's shirt, his big eyes flickered and blinked, his face flushed, he looked very excited, and stared at Zhou Quan with an extremely eager gaze.

Zhou Quan has talked a lot with her these days, and sometimes he will inevitably leak some words, so the teacher thinks that his "elder brother" can write poetry.

This gaze made Zhou Quan a little unbearable.

He opened his mouth for a while, and then wiped the sweat from the heat or nervousness with his sleeve: "Okay, doesn't Mrs. Zhao just want a poem, I'll copy a poem." ”

"Copy?" Zhao Niangzi's head tilted slightly, not like her age, but like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

If it were other women and girls, making such a gesture, it would make people feel tender, but Zhao Niangzi's appearance gave Zhou Quan a very natural feeling.

"On the afternoon of June in the imperial city, the people of the city are like cooking sweat and rain. Selling ice came through the water, and the pedestrians did not eat their hearts. Zhou Quan thought for a while before he spoke.

The eyes of the teacher next to him were shining, and he slapped his face: "Brother really knows how to compose poetry!" ”

"Copy, copy." Zhou Quan wiped his sweat and was very "modest" and authentic.

Of course, this poem was copied, it was originally the Southern Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's "Lychee Song", Zhou Quan likes to eat lychees, and he has studied the poems of lychees, so he cut the head and tail, intercepted two of the sentences, and made up such a poem.

Although it was copied, Zhou Quan was still a little proud in his heart, at least at this time, Yang Wanli should not have been born yet, he is the author of this poem, maybe he can still get the name of a genius. At the age of fifteen, he can compose poetry, and he is not the top in the Great Song Dynasty, which is full of prodigies, but he should also be able to calm the Zhao Niangzi in front of him.

"Sure enough, it was copied." But Zhao Niangzi spoke.

The teacher who was originally praising Zhou Quan on the side also felt that something was wrong at this time, and raised his head to look at Zhao Niangzi: "Lady said this...... The slave felt that it was also a bit like copying. ”

Zhou Quan felt that the sweat came out again, and he glared at the master: "Which side are you on?" ”

That Zhao Niangzi's eyes lit up again, and she leaned down slightly from the sedan chair: "Little lady, tell me, where is it copied?" ”

"It's May now, but my brother's poem says it's June, and the season is wrong; Although there is water everywhere in the city, Li Bao's brother is a simple person, and the sound of selling can't be heard by the Bianhe River at all; Also, the slave thinks that my brother's poem always has some ...... at the beginning and end."

Speaking of this, the master couldn't say anything for a while, and Zhao Niangzi couldn't help but add for her: "Some hide the head and the tail, but it seems to be cut from an ancient poem!" ”

"That's right, that's what the lady said!" The teacher clapped his hands.

Then she found that the Zhao lady looked at her gaze, and it seemed that something was wrong.

As if she had found a treasure, she stared at her teacher, her eyes without blinking, which made her a little scared. Zhou Quan didn't care about the embarrassment of being exposed, and blocked in front of the teacher, cutting off the sight of the girl and the teacher.

The girl's eyes moved to Zhou Quan, revealing a little regret: "Although there is some Xiaohui, after all, I have read less poetry books, you should not run this businessman's cheap business, but read poetry books." ”

Zhou Quan was still a little embarrassed, after all, the plagiarism was really exposed, but when he heard this, he was a little disliked. If it weren't for Li Bao offending people, he couldn't help but fight with the other party.

"You just wrote that poem, who was the original?" Then Zhao Niangzi asked again.

"Yang Wanli......" Zhou Quan blurted out, and immediately regretted that Yang Wanli was not born at this time, if the other party wanted to ask carefully, how should he answer?

Sure enough, Zhao Niangzi began to ask Yang Wanli about the details again, when and when the characters are, where are the hometowns, and what are the works...... Zhou Quan listened to it with a big head, and once again determined in his heart that copying poetry was a difficult technical task, especially for these ancient literati......

Thinking of the ancient literati, Zhou Quan's heart suddenly felt a stir: "Something is wrong, something is wrong!" ”

After all, this is the Song Dynasty, although it is not like the Ming and Qing dynasties, girls are required to wrap their feet, but not every girl can withstand a good education. The girl in front of her, her husband's surname is Zhao, and although Zhou Quan doesn't know as much about history, she also knows that there is a famous talented woman at this time, and her husband's surname is Zhao.

"I don't know how old I am, right......"

After pondering for a while, Zhou Quan raised his eyes and looked at the girl: "Yi'an Jushi? ”

Zhao Niangzi was stunned for a moment: "What Yi'an Jushi, that Mr. Yang Wanli, could it be that he calls himself Yi'an Jushi?" ”

Zhou Quan scratched his head, isn't this Zhao Niangzi Li Qingzhao?

With a tentative mentality, Zhou Quan asked again: "Zhao Niangzi, can I ask the name of the honored husband?" ”

"My grandson Zhao Mingcheng, the word Defu." Zhao Niangzi said.

Zhou Quan gasped: Sure enough, it is her, she is a hero in life, and she is also a ghost in death, Li Qingzhao, and Yi'an Jushi!

But she just tried to be a "Yi'an Jushi", why didn't she admit it, could it be that she had met a coincidence, another Zhao Mingcheng's wife?

"Well, Zhao Niangzi, I once heard someone chant a poem, but I never knew who its author was, so I asked Zhao Niangzi for advice." Zhou Quan decided to give it another try, so he gave it up again.

Hearing the poem, the Zhao lady's face was full of joy, although she didn't speak, but those big eyes, as if she could speak, kept urging Zhou Quan.

"Life should be a hero, and death should be a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. Zhou Quan groaned.

Of course, he has memorized a lot of Li Qingzhao's poems, but in a hurry, what he can blurt out is this "Summer Quatrain".

Miss Zhao was already bright in front of her at this time, she stood up directly from the sedan chair, closed her hands lightly, moved her mouth slightly, and repeatedly recited the five-word quatrain several times, and then said in a loud voice: "Okay, good, I haven't read this poem, but listening to the gentleman's chant, the generosity, the thoughts of grief and indignation, through the chest, straight to the spine!" ”

She praised repeatedly, but Zhou Quan was relieved and a little disappointed.

It wasn't Li Qingzhao, I met Zhang Zeduan, I saw Yue Fei, and I also saw Master Li who didn't know if it was true or fake, but I was looking forward to seeing Li Qingzhao again.

"Zhao Niangzi, the poem has also been copied, and the ceremony has also been compensated, you look at my brother, will you not pursue it?" Zhou Quan asked.

Since it is not Li Qingzhao, Zhou Quan doesn't want to dwell too much, and it is only right that he should get out of business and make money earlier.

That Zhao Niangzi's eyes were bright, and she suddenly saluted in the sedan chair: "It's Yu Fangcai's words that are abrupt and rude, Yu's husband's surname is Zhao, his family name is Li, he has always liked poetry, I would like to ask Xiao Langjun to tell me who made the quatrain!" ”