As Zhao Xiaoxi became interested in understanding this talented and beautiful Ziyun girl in the eyes of everyone, he also continued to watch quietly, and this speaker spoke with a gentle air unique to Jiangnan girls, announcing a poetry contest with a pillar of incense for a limited time. As for tonight's notary, in addition to herself, there are these sanctimonious officials as judges.

This long-sleeved kung fu made Zhao Xiaoxi feel more and more that this woman was not simple, and her moving demeanor made people feel pity. Then these men who consider themselves gentlemen play around, and it will not make people feel disgusted with them, if you don't have a dim sum machine and wisdom, you can't do it so appropriately.

Looking at the scholars under the high platform, they quickly rushed to the long table and began to splash ink, showing off the way of Confucius in their stomachs. Zhao Xiaoxi felt that if a team of Liao cavalry came over at this moment, he was afraid that none of the people present would escape. At that time, they may understand that the pen in their hands is far less useful than the sword and gun before the danger of national destruction.

Looking at the vigor of those scholars, Zhao Xiaoxi suddenly remembered a poem that slapped his face, and chuckled: "Qing'er, Ling'er, do you want to see your son-in-law's literary talents?" Or I'm going to join in the fun, so that these nerds, and the things they covet at this moment, are not bullshit in front of my poem. ”

Mu Wanqing was slightly surprised that Zhao Xiaoxi suddenly became interested in participating in this kind of poetry meeting, but Zhong Ling said happily: "Wow, wow, Brother Yun is out, these people are definitely not opponents." ”

Holding Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing with him, Zhao Xiaoxi also came to the long table and picked up a piece of white paper and a brush. After a little thought, an impassioned poem soon came to life. What surprised Mu Wanqing even more was that she had never seen such a strong but elegant font. After whispering this poem, Mu Wanqing understood how ambitious this lover was in his heart.

When he saw that Zhao Xiaoxi left a pen at the end of the book written by an anonymous person, Zhong Ling felt very curious and said, "Brother Yun, is this anonymous name your title?" ”

Zhao Xiaoxi smiled and said: "Really talented people disdain to be compared with this kind of vassal elegance. Let's go! The poem is written, now wait to see the show! ”

asked Zhong Ling to fold the poem and hand it over to a maid who was in charge of collecting the poem, and Zhao Xiaoxi quickly returned to the crowd with the two girls. And when he returned to the crowd, he soon saw several young people in front of the team, who were complimenting each other on how to take the lead, and when he might have a chance to kiss Xiangze tonight, Zhao Xiaoxi also had a sneer in his heart.

It is said that it is useless to be a scholar, although this is not accurate, but in the vicinity of such a strong enemy. These scholars know all day long, and they are seeking the so-called false name, so how can they become the pillars of the country in the future? If it was in a peaceful and prosperous era, maybe Zhao Xiaoxi would not feel that there was anything wrong with these people being vassals and elegant.

But what's going on right now?

In the spring and autumn seasons of the border, foreign cavalry raged, the people living there were displaced, and the soldiers guarding the border were lying on the ice and snow. But what are these people doing? Singing and dancing, a prosperous and lively scene. It seems that the war on the northern border has nothing to do with them. Such a popular heart, is what Zhao Xiaoxi expects to see?

With the arrival of the time for a pillar of incense, the talents who have not written the whole poem can only sigh that they missed this opportunity to become famous. As for the scholars and talents who handed in their poems in advance, they began to look forward to the opportunity for the judges on the stage to read their masterpieces one by one. Even if you can't win the jackpot in the end, it is not in vain to be able to make a name once.

According to the Ziyun girl's proposal, the maid under her hand will read these poems aloud first, and after being recognized by the people and the judges, she can enter the re-examination. In the end, several city officials will decide the best poems in the end, which will be used as the words of praise for this Ziyun girl for the next period of time. That also means that the lyricist will also be widely known with Ziyun's composition.

After a few handsome-looking maids began to read the poems they had received, the scholars who heard the people nodding and praising naturally seemed to be in high spirits, feeling as if they had won, and accepted the congratulations of everyone around them.

If the people feel that the words are not smooth and do not reach the meaning, those maids will also politely not say the name of the person who wrote the poem, but also retain a trace of face for these talented people who are not good at writing. It can also be seen from this point that Ziyun, a woman's ability to grasp people's hearts, is indeed commendable.

Just when it was the turn of a girl in a yellow shirt to read the poem in her hand, this girl seemed a little unsure whether to read it or not. After glancing at Ziyun, the master behind him, with a slight hesitation, this Ziyun, who was also transparent, realized that there must be something wrong with the poetry on this girl's body.

stepped forward lightly and said, "Huang Yi, why don't you read it?" ”

Yahuan Huangyi whispered: "Miss, this poetry slave doesn't dare to read it!" ”

Well! Still have poems that you don't dare to read?

Hearing this, Ziyun quickly stepped forward to take this poem that gave her a sense of impact at a glance, and after careful study, she couldn't help but exclaim, 'Good poem!' ’

It didn't matter what she shouted, the people and talents below began to say curiously: "Miss Ziyun, what kind of poetry is it that makes the girl sigh so much!" Can you read it aloud so that I can wait for a feast on it? ”

Compared with this girl Huan who saw the meaning of the poem above, and felt that she was a little afraid to read it, this Ziyun girl seemed to be more courageous, and quickly said: "Okay, then this poem is full of Jianghong, and Ziyun will read it for you." ”

After the name of the poem was spoken, Zhao Xiaoxi knew that the words mentioned in the woman's heart were written by him. As for the calligraphy that was shown, it was also a Song style character that could not be learned by spending effort in the previous life. To put it bluntly, it is the thin gold font created by the cousin who is still snotty after ascending to the throne.

As for the poem of Man Jianghong, it was also written by the father-in-law of the famous general of the Song Dynasty in later generations, and it is naturally appropriate to use this place to slap these literati in the face. also made them understand how ridiculous and pathetic the so-called singing and dancing is.

Perhaps feeling the impassioned atmosphere in the poem, this Ziyun girl, who spoke softly like water before, said loudly at this moment: "Angry hair rushes to the crown and leans on the railing, and the rain rests." Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!

Yan Yun is ashamed, still snowing; When will the courtiers perish? Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain! Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky! ”

As soon as this song came out, the audience became silent, but Zhao Xiaoxi could clearly feel it. The officials who were talking and laughing in the past already had a look of shame after listening to all the poems. As long as you know a little bit about literature, you can understand the meaning of the wail contained in it, as well as the kind of unwilling anger.

Zhao Xiaoxi, the only one who changed 'Jing Kang's shame' to 'Yan Yun shame', knows very well that the sixteen states of Yanyun are a thorn in the hearts of all Great Song people. When no one mentions it, everyone seems to have forgotten about it. But after being pointed out at this moment, it made the people in the audience talented and beautiful, as well as the officials on the high platform, all look ashamed.

After being immersed for a while, several martial artists who came to see the excitement said loudly: "What a Man Jianghong, this is the poem that a man should write, which is much more enjoyable than the previous sour and smelly poems." Purple Cloud Girl, can you tell me who wrote this poem? I didn't know that there were such heroic poets in this Suzhou city! ”

was shouted by these warriors, and many people applauded loudly, and also asked Ziyun to say the name of the person who wrote the poem. Only Ziyun saw the last three words, and said with a slightly wry smile: "Fellow villagers, this person only left an anonymous name, and I don't want to show up." However, with this poem, I don't think there is any need to choose other poems today, do you think Ziyun's decision is appropriate? ”

John doe! This is deliberately unnamed!

After saying this name, the previous martial artists said: "What an anonymous person, it seems that I still have people who understand in the Great Song Dynasty!" Brothers, go! Go to the city to drink, it's rare to hear such a good poem today, how about everyone get drunk and rest. ”

As soon as these words came out, these young men dressed as martial artists quickly left the crowd. But before them, Cho Hyo-seok had already turned around and left this place where he continued to look at it, feeling a little damaging to his mood. As for letting this poetry meeting end hastily, Zhao Xiaoxi also felt a little happy.

What Zhao Xiaoxi didn't know was that tonight's unintentional move made him name the anonymous name at will, and became a hidden inkman who countless talented and beautiful people wanted to see his honor. And those officials who participated in tonight's poetry meeting as judges were even more amazed when they saw that this was a font that they had never seen before.

It's a pity that this Ziyun girl from Yanyulou is reluctant to sell it, and bluntly says that she loves this poem very much. So much so that this poem manuscript of Man Jianghong written by Zhao Xiaoxi and the new original font has become a treasure of ink for the gentry, literati and inkmen to see the true face. This also adds a sought-after qualification to this mysterious Ziyun girl.

After leaving the embankment of the Su River, the people and tourists hurriedly dispersed, and looked at this poem with feelings. Ziyun, who was quiet and gentle in front of outsiders, also fell into a solemn deep thought. She is also guessing at the moment what it is like to be able to write this book's unique font, and to have such passionate poems and repay the negative.

Even if I asked Yahuan who received the poems, the answer I got was also not very clear. Because there were so many people tonight, they couldn't remember everyone. This also means that it is not very possible to find a poet through Yahuan. It's just that Ziyun doesn't know at the moment that the person she wants to find as a poet will visit her in person soon!