Wu Lun still looked like a brother at noon, his expression was light, but there was a trace of arrogance in his tone that could not be refused.

According to Wu Jie's thoughts, he was not sensitive to this person, and it felt like a waste of time to say a word. And Wu Lun doesn't seem to be willing to take care of himself, but now he wants to live and die with him, which is a bit strange.

Because Wu Lun was next to him, he didn't have a chance to see what was written on Miss Tang's piece of paper. Just as he was about to put the letterhead in his arms, Wu Lun stretched out his hand, grabbed his hand, and walked towards the flower hall as if he was very enthusiastic.

It was already dusk, and it was dark early in early spring, and countless red candles were lit in the flower hall.

The banquet had already begun for some time, and all the scholars who had come to the poetry meeting sat in the flower hall. Strange to say, there are so many people sitting in the lobby, and it is such a grand event, it should be bustling and lively.

But all the scholars did not speak, and they all stared ahead with bated breath, looking expectant, as if waiting for something.

Even if it was late, the maids and boys in the house still brought up delicious food and wine at a low price.

Wu Jie's stomach was rumbling with hunger, and when he saw this, his spirits were greatly lifted, so he wanted to find an empty place.

Wu Lun glanced at Huang and Jiang Ersheng, and said with a smile: "Two classmates, didn't you say before that you wanted to have a good discussion of poetry with my younger brother?" Now that people have been invited, it is better to come and get close. ”

Although the two didn't understand what Wu Lun meant when he said this, they immediately stepped forward and pulled Wu Jie over, sandwiched him between left and right, and looked at him with mocking eyes, faintly showing signs of surveillance.

For half a while, the flower hall was still very quiet. As soon as Wu Jie came, the scholars below all whispered.

"Isn't this person the Wu fool who handed in the blank paper at noon, and he also has the face to come again?"

"yes, don't you lose enough of the shame?"

"Maybe it's because I can't bear this dinner in Tang Mansion, I heard that this big fool Wu's family is very poor. The Tang family is so rich and rich, and they can't eat endless delicacies from the mountains and seas, when they encounter this kind of opportunity, he Wu Dagongzi will naturally be more than addicted. “”

"Haha."

The bottom began to tickle.

Wu Jie didn't bother to pay attention to it, just treated the others as invisible, only carrying chopsticks, and eating dinner elegantly. As for the words written by Tang Mi for himself, who cares? I'll read it later when I get home and see what this chick is like.

Wu Lun next to him muttered in his heart: This kid obviously got the manuscript of the poem that Miss Tang helped him, and the time is coming soon, this guy doesn't look for a chance to memorize the manuscript, but eats and drinks all the time, isn't he worried. This kid seems to be a little bit wrong, which makes people feel unstable.

No, how can I say that Wu Lun is also the No. 1 young talent in Xinjin County, even if he has real skills, he can easily get the first place in this poetry meeting, when have you ever been afraid of this fool?

This time, he just needs to keep an eye on this kid, so that he doesn't have a chance to read the manuscript, and it is not a problem to win the first place.

Wu Lun took a sip of wine and tried his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

As the host of this poetry meeting, the old man of the Tang family was sitting on the top with Wen Tongzhi and Professor Fuxue, but Yang Zongzhi still did not come. Seeing Wu Lun coming in, Master Tang's eyes lit up, but as soon as his gaze fell on Wu Jie, he immediately changed to a look of disgust.

From the back of the flower hall, the sound of the pipa still came one after another, although it was not a tune, but it sounded unusually beautiful.

It is estimated that seeing that everyone was waiting impatiently, Master Tang lowered his head and asked Professor Wen Tongzhi what he said, and then stood up with a smile: "Everyone is in a hurry, today Tang will hold this poetry meeting to select talents for Mr. Zongzhi to open a academy." I am a mansion in Chengdu, a collection of humanities, there were Sima Xiangru splendid articles in ancient times, and now there is a swan song of Bachelor Yang rolling the Yangtze River through the ages. In today's two competitions, the top 14 will be able to enter our academy to study. ”

And they were all quiet again.

Master Tang nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "There is another good news to tell you, don't talk about the previous poem." Everyone already knows the topic of this evening this scene in advance, which is to write a "Linjiang Immortal", with spring and rain as the topic. One of the words originates from the market tune, which is not elegant. After the Sui Dynasty, everyone of all generations of famous artists was happy to do this, and countless famous works came out, with elegant style, and became a major system that could compete with poetry. However, the word still needs to be sung to taste. For this reason, Lao Yu specially invited Caiyun girl from Chengdu. If there is a masterpiece that comes out today to impress the Caiyun girl, and it is sung by her mouth, the winner should be famous in Shuzhong. ”

"Coax!" In the hall, hundreds of scholars all took a breath at the same time, and all of them looked excited.

What is Caiyun girl, that is the most popular Qing Pavilion person in the entire Chengdu Mansion, and she is a high-ranking official and a scholar in the literary world, and it is rare for ordinary people to see each other. Now, as long as his "Linjiang Immortal" can impress Caiyun Girl, it is difficult to think of being famous.

Because the topic was already known at noon, everyone had been preparing for an afternoon, and the draft had already been prepared. There are scholars who are closely related, and they even exchanged and exchanged for a long time.

Hearing this, everyone put their hands into their arms, took out the manuscript of the poem, and looked at it again. Some people nodded in satisfaction, while others hurriedly picked up their pens and revised them.

Wu Jie just ate a few mouthfuls of food to suppress the hunger in his stomach, and when he heard this, his heart moved. I took out Miss Tang's poem manuscript unconsciously, this Miss Tang has a great talent, and what she writes should be not bad, if she really hands it in, I don't know how many places she can get.

Miss Tang is Yang Shen's grandniece, with a family background, and she has been guided by famous teachers since she was a child, and her level should not be bad.

However, this kind of thing is very watery. In this era, the literacy rate was extremely low, and women were not talented. But as long as a woman can read and write, and can write a few lines of poetry, there are naturally good deeds to praise it.

Today, I want to see what the level of this female literary youth is.

Hey, Miss Tang asked me to copy this poem manuscript to help me become famous, I have never met her before, and it is impossible to change to a modern woman. But this is ancient times, once a woman is engaged, she will be determined from the beginning to the end. In this way, this Miss Tang is still not married to me Wu Da fool.

Phew, I'm not stupid.

Feudal etiquette is really angry and funny, but Tang Mi's heart is very moving.

Wu Jie didn't think about copying this poem, even if he wanted to copy it, there are many peerless masterpieces in Song Ci, compared with Li Qingzhao and Su Shi, Miss Tang still can't look down on it!

Just as he was about to open the manuscript to read, Wu Lun handed over another look, and Huang and Jiang Ersheng immediately picked up their wine glasses: "Brother Wu Jie, let's have a drink, I will respect you." ”

"Not available." Wu Jie looked down, it was indeed a good article, with a long charm, and it had to be secretly praised.

The level of Miss Tang's poetry is good, Wu Jie was a little surprised.

Seeing Wu Jie's satisfied expression, Wu Lun, who was sitting opposite him, changed his face and screamed in his heart.

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