What is this called, Zhao Wuregret, who had suffered an injustice, came to the side of Red Sleeves and asked softly, "Who is that rude little girl?"

"Huh?" Red Sleeves was taken aback, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention here, so he whispered, "You are talking about Ouyang Wan, the young lady of the Ouyang family, don't let people hear, or ......."

"What? Is she Ouyang Wan? Is Ouyang Wan, known as 'Yangzhou's first talented woman'?" Zhao Wuregret asked in surprise, "How did you look like this?" He has heard a lot of the name Yangzhou these days, and in his imagination, a talented woman should be like Wei Zihan, gentle, delicate, elegant, and generous. can look at Ouyang Wan again, naughty, stingy, rude, and coquettish. Of course, this only represents Zhao Wuregret's personal opinion, in the eyes of Yangzhou people, Ouyang Wan is the incarnation of the goddess.

"I have no grievances with her, why is she hostile to me?" Zhao Wuregret asked Red Sleeves, "Could it be that she knows that I will be her biggest opponent today, and feeling my aura, it is like two tigers meeting?" Well, it should be. ”

"Gong, Gongzi, in fact, Miss Ouyang doesn't know who you are at all," Red Sleeves said helplessly, "I know a little bit about the reason." ”

"Say it quickly."

"It's okay if you want me to say it," Red Sleeves smiled wickedly, "I'm going to go back five times, no, ten times," she stretched out ten jade fingers and dangled them in front of Zhao Wuregret.

Zhao Wuregret stared at her carefully, seeing that the innocent girl's face was flushed, and he was sure that she didn't mean that, so he said regretfully, "Ten times is ten times, then you can say it." ”

"Hee-hee, just look at your clothes."

Zhao Wuregret looked at his ice-blue robe, and then saw the skirt on Ouyang Wan's body, the two were similar in color, and they were both elegant shapes, standing together, she thought it was a couple's outfit, no wonder she looked at herself unpleasantly.

After a while, all the six families arrived, and it can be seen that the Lin family and the Ouyang family are friendly, the Fang family is friendly with the Xu family, and the Wang family is friendly with the Zhang family.

At this moment, Master Xianping and two middle-aged men came to the middle of the meadow together, everyone stopped talking when they saw this, and Lin Zichang and several other family heads stepped forward to greet him.

"Today's Yangzhou Poetry Society was held in my Daming Temple, where talents from all over the world gathered to meet friends with literature, which is a great blessing for the Yangzhou literary circle," Master Xianping, as the host, spoke first.

"This is Huang Fujun, our Yangzhou parent official, and he is the judge of today's poetry club." Master Xianping pointed to a middle-aged man in a pale cyan brocade robe beside him, about forty years old, with a dignified face and a smile.

"There is also this Qin Shanchang of Guangling Academy, and Lao Na and the three of them are presiding over this poetry meeting together, if any of them have different opinions, they can put it forward now." Xianping said with a smile on his face, but there was no stupid person here, these three hosts were obviously the handiwork of the six families, who would be stupid to slap their faces.

The Qin Mountain Chief was wearing a Confucian robe made of gray cloth, more 'plain' than the monk Xianping, with a warm smile on his face, a wisp of beautiful hair moving lightly in the wind, it can be seen that he should be a handsome guy when he was young, but Zhao Wuregret saw something else, first of all, this mountain chief should be very poor, which can be seen from the clothes he is wearing and the cloth shoes on his feet that are about to show his fingers, and he doesn't seem to be very gregarious, others politely say hello to him and leave, only he stands alone alone, This is in obvious contrast to Huang Fujun's side in a circle.

Looking at his self-deprecating eyes and slightly haggard face, Zhao Wuregret concluded that this was a man with a story, but at this time, Red Sleeves was not on the side, Zhao Wuregret grabbed a doorman of the Lin family and asked, "This brother, may I ask who this Qin Mountain Chief is?"

Although the guest looked at Zhao Wuregret unpleasantly, he still replied, "That is the mountain chief of Guangling Academy, who was originally also a famous master, but later went astray, did not teach students the scriptures and history, but asked them to make iron, saying that they wanted to make good steel, and went to farm with the farmer, saying that they wanted to increase the harvest of acres of land, and a few days ago it was even funnier, he made a big kite, let a thin student pounce on it, and pull it with a rope, saying that he wanted it to fly, what happened?" The student fell and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, you said it was funny or not......"

From this Hakka story, it turned out that this Qin Shanchang was also a well-educated person, but he was not interested in the Four Books and Five Classics, but had a soft spot for the way of things, and led a group of students to do a lot of experiments and produce a lot of results, but he did not win due benefits for himself, and the fruits of his labor were used for free, so that he made himself like a flower child.

The doorman laughed to himself, but Zhao Wuregret looked at him with idiotic eyes, seeing this familiar look, the doorman couldn't help but think that every time he talked about the concept of governing the country in front of the head of the family, Lin Zichang, he also looked at himself with this kind of eyes, but he couldn't figure out the meaning of this gaze, and when he saw it again today, he hurriedly asked, "Brother, what do you mean?"

Is this idiocy? Zhao Wuregret thought, how could the Lin family use this kind of person?

"I'm complimenting you on your erudition."

"Really?" The doorman said suspiciously, "Does the head of the house think so too?"

After the six heads of the family and the three judges greeted each other, they came to the pavilion together, and the people of each family also returned to their stations, Zhao Wuregret saw that three scholars also came to the Lin family together, and when he asked, he realized that this was the 'famous man' who was invited by the Lin family.

Seeing Wei Zihan and the others coming over, Zhao Wuregret pouted, "Didn't you say that this poem would be participated in by young people?" Why are you still so old over there?"

Wei Zihan was speechless, it's not that the poetry club doesn't want to invite the old people to come, but people ignore you, and after a few years, all the participants are young people, and it has become a common practice.

Looking at the direction he pointed, a scholar in his thirties with a chubby subordinate was standing there, the scholar looked at the sky with his hands in his hands, and there was no one in his eyes.

"Ah, it's someone from the Xu family over there," Wei Zihan replied, "You can't be talking about the crazy Xu Yuanzhi, right?" He's not old, it's said that he's only about twenty. ”

"Then he looks too anxious, if he waits for thirty, he won't look like an old man?" Zhao Wu regretted smiling, "Was the Shanglian we did last time from him?"

"Well, you have to be careful this time," Wei Zihan said worriedly, "It is said that the poetry he writes is excellent, and even in the whole of Jiangnan, he has a great reputation. ”

"Don't worry," Zhao Wuregret said indifferently, "Don't talk about the poems I compose, even the world will be famous, and it will be famous for centuries in the future." ”