Chapter 22: Catching the Knife (Plus Update, Asking for Recommendation Votes)
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"Tongniuxia Road is connected to the cloud stack, such as Ma Qutang walking waves. It is planned to drink the fish and water of the former sages, and the begonias bloom all over the savages. β
"Good!" Someone couldn't help but cheer out: "What a begonia, blooming all over the savages." This poem of seven words rises from the sound of the cuckoo faintly, suddenly turns to the high gorge and rushes, the waves splash, and the pattern is broad. But the last sentence will bloom the clumps of begonia flowers in the wild, a hermit leisure. Among them, the weather is very lofty! β
It was really Tang Mi, the young lady of the Tang family, who spoke, and it was still the courtyard full of green bamboos.
The slender white fingers tapped lightly on the small table, with a smile of appreciation at the corner of his mouth: "This Wu Lun is worthy of being a rising star in my Shu Chinese world, and judging from this seven words alone, he has firmly ranked first." β
The little maid Xiaohuan smiled beside her: "Miss, when it comes to rising stars, who can compare to you, Miss." β
"Better than me." Tang Mi shook his head solemnly: "After all, I am a woman, but I can't write such an open poem." β
She seemed to remember something funny: "Daddy was born in a human background, but he is not good at poetry." This time, I invited my uncle back from Yunnan and held such a poetry meeting, saying that it was to achieve a good story, and the poems in it were made into a collection and published. Poetry is such a thing, it is obtained by chance, and it is difficult to make it into an exam, but it is extremely difficult to produce a brocade sentence. Fortunately, there is the finale of Wu Gongzi's poem, so that there will be no jokes. Otherwise, after spending so much time, if you get nothing, your father will not look good. β
"So, is this poem really good?" Xiaohuan's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but ask.
"It's really good."
"I'll just say, Wu Gongzi won't let us down." Xiaohuan cheered.
"What are you happy about, little girl, and what are you saying about being disappointed or not disappointed?" Tang Mi frowned imperceptibly.
Xiaohuan didn't notice this, and laughed coquettishly: "Wu Lun's son is good, handsome, polite, elegant and funny, and the master likes him very much." is also surnamed Wu, compared with Wu Lun's son, that Wu Jie is simply a waste. This person looks obscure and doesn't say anything, and he hates it so much. As soon as I think of the resignation, I get angry. β
Tang Mi heard Xiaohuan mention Wu Jie's name, his expression changed slightly, and his tone became hurried: "How is Wu Jie's poem doing, can it be copied, what is the ranking?" β
"What to copy, he didn't write a word, so he was naturally the last one." Xiaohuan only felt a burst of joy: "Miss, then Wu Lun is a straw bag and a fool, what kind of poems can he compose, but he wants to run and be embarrassed." Now it's okay, he can't write a word, and in less than two days, his reputation as a fool will spread throughout Chengdu Mansion. Well deserved, well deserved! β
"Didn't write a word?" Tang Mi was a little puzzled: "No, Xiaohuan, I heard that Wu Jiegongzi's illness has been completely cured, and this time he won the county test first." Poetry is not a difficult thing, as long as the theme is right, the rhythm is right, and a few sentences can be dealt with in a hurry, how can it not be possible to write a word. Moreover, how can a person who can write such beautiful words be a fool? β
"No, no, no, there must be other reasons." Tang Mi still refused to believe this.
"Miss, what's so good about that fool. He insulted you so much and insulted our Tang family, why did you still say good things for him? Xiaohuan said angrily: "What can you do if you write well, you just need to write more and practice more, relying on a stupid energy, after more than ten years, you can't practice?" If Miss doesn't believe it, there will be a competition in the evening, and the maid dares to bet with Miss, then the fool will definitely hand in a blank paper and make another ugly appearance. β
"Is the question for the evening out?" Not wanting to discuss this matter with Xiaohuan, Tang Mi seemed to believe what his maid said, and sighed softly.
"The title is out." Xiaohuan replied: "Uncle said that in order to commemorate Uncle Tai, I will use "Immortals on the River" as the title. β
"What Jiang Shangxian, you little girl, I didn't teach you to read, why are you still so straw bag, you laugh at Wu Jie, I still laugh at you?" Tang Mi reached out and twisted Xiaohuan's nose.
Xiaohuan stuck out her tongue and snorted playfully: "Miss, you twisted my nose again, and it was all twisted into garlic." β
"I'll twist you into a garlic nose, so that you can't marry someone and stay with me for the rest of your life." Tang Mi was also amused by the little girl: "It's not an immortal on the river, it's Uncle Tai's "Linjiang Immortal", the song "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water", I read it to you before." Well, it's this word card, Xiaohuan, what's the title? β
"Buckle spring and rain, this uncle is really, if you want to test the talents of the scholars, you should be asking questions at that time, why do you give the questions in advance?"
"Maybe you don't want to leave out any talented people, right?" Tang Mi: "This word card ......"
"Is it hard?" Xiaohuan was slightly stunned in his heart, and suddenly felt a little worried, and couldn't help asking: "Can Wu Lun's son write it?" β
"You're talking about Wu Lun, with his talent, writing a song about Linjiang Immortal can't help him. However, this song has Uncle Zhuyu in front, and it is difficult for future generations to write new ideas. Tang Mi glanced up at Xiaohuan, and suddenly became a little annoyed: "Xiaohuan, don't mention Wu Lun in front of me in the future." β
"Yes, miss." Xiaohuan's face was startled and he lowered his head.
This is indeed a difficult word...... Wu Jie is probably not good at poetry, if he can't go to the academy to study, but he can also ......" Tang Mi picked up the pen and imitated Wu Jie's thin gold body to write the three words "Linjiang Immortal" on the paper, thought about it slightly, and wrote it down again.
"Miss, you're ......"
Tang Mi wrote extremely quickly, and it didn't take long for him to write in one go.
Looking at the words and sentences in the pen, she sighed dissatisfiedly: "I still can't write the momentum of my uncle!" β
folded the piece of paper and handed it to Xiaohuan: "Xiaohuan, find a time when no one sees it, give this poem to Wu Gongzi, let him memorize it, and copy it during the evening competition." Although it may not be the first place, it should not be difficult to squeeze into the top 14. β
"To Wu Gongzi, don't use it." Xiaohuan was suddenly a little dissatisfied, and raised his voice: "Miss, Wu Lun's son is talented, and Miss you are also a talented woman in Shuzhong, and you are bright for a while." According to the maidservant, Miss, you are certainly enthusiastic about writing lyrics for him, but Wu Lun Gongzi is a high-minded and arrogant person. You write lyrics for him, I'm afraid that it will be an insult to Wu Lun's son, or don't you want it? β
"Who said it to Wu Lun?" Tang Mi said softly: "I asked you to give it to Wu Jie." β
"Ah, Miss......" Xiaohuan opened her mouth in surprise: "Give it to him, give it to that fool, why are you doing this?" He insulted our Tang family so much, it's too late for us to hate him, what are you trying to do? β
Tang Mi's face turned cold: "Presumptuous, Wu Jie and my Tang family have a marriage contract." Let's go to get out of the marriage, we are already wronged, and it is normal for Wu Jie to be angry in his heart. Also, the letter of divorce is not accurate at all, and if you don't get married, what kind of wife will you divorce? Now, Tang Mi is still the nominal fiancΓ©e of Wu Jiegongzi, if I don't help my future husband, will I still help outsiders? Although Wu Jie is a little honest, he is also pure and upright. As long as you can enter the academy and study under your uncle for a few years, maybe it will be different. Xiaohuan, Hugh will mention Wu Lun's name in front of me in the future. The man who talked about irrelevance in the boudoir spread out, didn't it ruin my Tang Mi's reputation? β
Hearing Miss's unkind words, Xiaohuan's eyes turned red with grievances: "Yes, Miss, the slave is going to find that Wu Da fool." β
"It's Wu Jiegongzi, not a fool."
Looking at Xiaohuan's sobbing back, Tang Mi sighed helplessly.
muttered: "Fang Cai's "Linjiang Immortal" is still not good, I still go to the library to look through the old manuscript of the year before last to see if it is suitable for ...... It's just a Wu Festival...... What am I planning for him so boldly? He bullied me like that...... And I haven't even met him...... Tang Mi, Tang Mi, what's wrong with you? β
Thinking of this, Tang Mi's heart suddenly became sad.
Wu Jie returned to Xinjin after serving his funeral in the south a while ago, since his personal maid came to Tang Mansion to post it, Xiaohuan, who was quick to talk and diligent, ran over and told her.
Wu Jie returned to Sichuan to marry him, Tang Mi naturally knew it in his heart.
This marriage was decided by the two masters more than ten years ago, and the so-called parents' orders and matchmakers' words are a matter of course. Tang Mi didn't think there was anything about this.
It's a pity that soon, the news that the Wu family's son was a fool somehow spread in the city.
Not to mention Xinjin, even the whole of Sichuan is sighing for Tang Mi, a talented woman, who is about to marry a nerd.
Daddy is okay, but he is silent, saying what he promised more than ten years ago, but now he wants to regret it and spread it, and his reputation is not good.
And the mother made a lot of noise at home, and wanted to withdraw this marriage. For this reason, she quarreled with her father a lot.
Because my father was afraid of his mother, his surname Suo fled to Chengdu.
Tang Mi naturally knew her father's and mother's thoughts in her heart, and she was also sad to see them make such a fuss.
Since she was sensible, she knew that she had a husband named Wu Jie in the distance, and she was going to marry someone else in the future.
After reading books for more than ten years, she still knows the character and virtue that a woman should have. Regardless of whether this Wu Jie is a fool, a cripple or a poor man, he has to start from the beginning.
After hearing that Wu Jie was a nerd, she didn't sigh without sighing, and she didn't secretly cry in a place where others couldn't see it. But I didn't think about quitting this family business, if I really did this, how would I see people in the future.
Marrying a chicken with a chicken, marrying a dog with a dog is the truth of being a woman.
Even if I thought so, I was still a little sad, and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl sighed for a long time, and she was much haggard.
Knowing that his mother went to the door to withdraw from her relatives without telling her, and was humiliated by Wu Jie's letter of resignation, Tang Mi not only did not get angry, but cheered up.
Looking at this letter of resignation, the literature and science are smooth, and it is so tricky, can a fool write it?
Would someone who can write such a good hand be a fool?
Later, she heard that Wu Jie participated in the county examination and won the first place, which affirmed this even more.
I couldn't help but feel relieved, and my mood finally improved.
But...... Why can't he write a single word in today's poetry meeting?
Don't...... Relapse?
I heard from the mother-in-law in the house that most of the things like madness are good and bad for a while. At good times, it looks like an ordinary person, but once it is stimulated......
Tang Mi's heart was in turmoil.
"No, I have to help him."
Tang Miping also likes to write some poems for self-entertainment, and after writing a certain amount, he will form a collection and put it in the library cabinet.
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