Xiao Jiading whispered the flaws in the poems of the two, Du Erniu remembered it carefully, and was about to turn around and walk back, but was stopped by Xiao Jiading again, and said: "If you want to compose poems later, do you want me to help?" ”

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Thank you! ”

Xiao Jiading pouted towards the riverside and said, "It's too conspicuous here, I'll hide there later, you pretend to think, and come to the river alone." I'll teach you! ”

"Okay! Thank you! By the way, this big brother, what's your name? ”

"You just remembered to ask my name now?" Xiao Jiading pouted, "My surname is Xiao, and my name is Xiao Jiading." ”

"Remember, thank you, Brother Xiao!" With that, the chubby girl turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Xiao Jiading stopped her again, "I'm hungry, but I don't have the heart to think about poetry......"

"When I come, I'll bring you something to eat!"

"That's pretty much it. Go ahead! ”

After Nadu Erniu left, Xiao Jiading looked at those talented and beautiful women who were still discussing poetry, and didn't pay attention to this side, so he quietly got up and left, and when he walked out of their sight, he took a detour along the river and returned to the previous place. Lie down on your back in a low-lying area by the river, so that the people on the other side of the peach tree will not be able to see themselves. but I could hear their voices.

Xiao Jiading has already thought about it, he was a lawyer before he crossed over, and the status of ancient advocates was very low, and he had to be punished first to help people fight lawsuits, so don't expect to continue to do this work, he studied legal history, studied the laws of the Tang Dynasty very much, and his foundation in ancient literature was also good. Mixing in the yamen to eat public meals is the best choice. Now that this fat girl has something to do with the county government, if she wants to get into the county government, she can't just let go of this opportunity, if you want people to help, you have to help others first. This is called killing two birds with one stone, not only finding the field, but also finding the way.

I only heard Mrs. Ji, who was in charge of the club under the peach tree not far away, said: "The incense is about to burn out, only Erniu, you haven't written it yet, and you can't think about it anymore, but you have to be punished for drinking three seas?" ”

The crowd laughed.

Du Erniu blushed, and meditated on the poem that Xiao Jiading had just taught in her heart, and said, "I also came up with it, write it, don't laugh at it!" ”

The handsome Tang Rongxuan shook the folding fan and said, "The second girl is a slow worker!" I came up with it after the last, it must be a wonderful poem! I'm ready to appreciate the eternal quatrain of the second girl. ”

In the past, what Du Erniu could come up with was almost all limerick poems that couldn't be put on the stage, so Tang Rongxuan said this, and when he heard it in everyone's ears, it was clear that he was ridiculing, and they all laughed.

Du Erniu glared at him fiercely, stepped forward, picked up the pen and began to write.

Tang Rongxuan shook his head on the side and read aloud:

Chi Ri Jiang Shanli,

Spring breeze flowers and herbs......

As soon as he finished reading these two sentences, his face that had been sneering and sneering turned into consternation, and he stopped shaking his head and looked at the others. These people also looked at him, and they were a little stupid for a while.

Mrs. Ji on the side was full of joy, and commented: "Late is spring, "The Book of Songs. Pigwind. There are clouds in July: "Spring is delayed", this first sentence writes the delicacy of early spring, which makes people's eyes shine, and the scenery of spring emerges in front of them. The second sentence, although plain, but even the first sentence to see, but it has become a refinement, read two sentences, the spring breeze is smooth, flowers are in full bloom, and the wind sends flowers, just in front of you. ”

Mrs. Ji's comment made the faces of those talented and beautiful women even more ugly, and the corners of their mouths also showed a sneer.

Tang Rongxuan read the last two sentences, but he was even more embarrassed, and he didn't read them. However, Huang Shiyun stepped forward, looked at the last two sentences written by Du Erniu and slowly recited:

mud melt swallow,

Sand warm sleeping mandarin ducks.

Huang Shiyun immediately applauded after reading it, and her words were full of surprise: "The word mud melting is used the best, and the spring swallow is made of mud, can't it be soft mud?" But this melting word, and just the spring warm earth, the ice and snow melt in the early spring scenery written, this flying swallow's flying, the demeanor is also wonderful, the eaves under the eaves of the mud to make a nest of the purple swallow that light and agile demeanor is vividly depicted, but also used a very ordinary flying word, it can be seen that the work of poetry, not in rhetoric, but in subtlety! ”

Mrs. Ji also nodded happily and said: "Yes, the last sentence, the sand is warm and sleeps with mandarin ducks, this warmth comes from the spring in front, the spring is melting, the sandbar is naturally warm, the mandarin ducks are lying there, enjoying the warm sunshine of early spring, this scenery is really wonderful!" ”

Huang Shiyun followed and praised: "The last sentence and the third sentence of this are the most beautiful, a mandarin duck sleeping, a spring swallow flying, one static and one moving, contrasting with each other." Coupled with the broad and bright scenery outlined by the first and second sentences of thick brushstrokes, it is really a good picture of early spring scenery. The whole poem is bright and far-reaching, neat and neat, clear and beautiful, and there is no trace. It's really a good poem! - Erniu, but with this poem, the name of the first talented woman in Yizhou should belong to you, sister, I am ashamed of myself! ”

Several others nodded in admiration.

Tang Rongxuan blushed and looked at Du Erniu suspiciously, and said, "This poem was really written by you?" ”

"Yes! What's wrong? Can't I just write a good poem? Du Erniu looked at him with a chubby face, and she was not weak at all.

"No, no, hehe, I didn't mean that, it's just that you ...... before, this ......"

Huang Shiyun said: "It used to be before, now it is now, and now Erniu's poem is the best!" I think it should be marked as the leader! - Right? Mrs. Ji. ”

Mrs. Ji smiled and nodded: "The two poems between you and Tang Gongzi are also very good, and the other people are also good." It's just that, to be fair, the second girl's is better than yours. It's the best of the time. What do you think? ”

The others nodded in admiration.

Tang Rongxuan looked stunned and said, "Let's do it again, how about it?" ”

Mrs. Ji said: "Don't worry, we will reward the leader first, punish the last, and then come back." - Take the jackpot! ”

The little maid beside her hurriedly took out a gold-painted brocade box and opened it, which was full of copper coins, strung with strings. This is the money collected by the members of their poetry club, and it is rewarded to the person who wins the championship every time he makes a poem, and he always has a thousand texts every time. Equivalent to 5,000 RMB.

(The book sets the price of the Tang Dynasty currency to be equal to five yuan per copper coin.) ）

Mrs. Ji of the Poetry Society took out the consistency and handed it to Du Erniu: "Oh, your color head!" Keep up the good work! ”

"Thank you!" Du Erniu's face bloomed with joy, this is the first time she has been praised by others for her poetry since she joined the poetry club, and of course it is also the first time she has won the championship. Don't mention the joy in your heart.

Mrs. Ji said again: "Before the incense burns out, everyone has made it, but the last two people have to be judged for drinking." Look at me......" Her gaze fell on the other two men and two women.

Du Erniu hurriedly said: "I think the last two should be Sister Huang and Tang Gongzi!" Sister Huang is the second to last, and Tang Gongzi is the first! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. Especially Huang Shiyun, her pretty face was red, she was not the first or second in poetry before, and she had never been at the bottom. But now these two girls say that she is the last two, and she can't help but have a hard face, but Du Erniu has just made such a good poem, which has impressed her, and she also wants to hear what she said.

That Tang Rongxuan couldn't stand it, but he didn't know what to say for a while. Depressed, the folding fan shook, slapping and slapping twice, but this early spring was already cold, and he has been in order to look chic, from time to time shaking the folding fan, unconsciously cold, now shake again, nostrils cool in, itchy can't help but sneeze a sneeze, this shock, even the folding fan in the hand has fallen.

Du Erniu snorted and laughed, and said, "Xiao ...... just now, well, that farmer brother reminded you, the weather is still cold, don't shake the folding fan, beware of the cold, you don't listen, how about it?" Typhoid fever, right? Hee-hee"

Tang Rongxuan's scholar hurriedly handed him a handkerchief to wipe his nose.

Tang Rongxuan arched his hand and said: "Erniu girl, you said that my poem is at the end, I want to ask for advice, what is wrong with my poem, and it should fall at the bottom?" ”

"Of course I have a point. - Our poem this time, Mrs. Ji said, with the theme of spring in front of you, right? ”

"Yes......" Speaking of this, Tang Rongxuan felt faintly a little bad.

Du Erniu proudly picked up Tang Rongxuan's poem and read: "'The wind is light and the curtain swallows are flying' - since it is limited to the spring in front of us, may I ask where is the curtain in front of us?" ”

"This ......, this is an imagination......"

"That's not the right thing! If there is no limit to the question, you can think whatever you want, since the question is limited, of course, you have to follow the topic, everyone said, right? ”

The level of their poetry club is also relatively poor is Jiang Chengqian, the son of Jiang Feng of the county yadian prison, who commented on the poems just now, his poems are plain, and there is really nothing brilliant about it. Originally, I was expecting Du Erniu to be at the bottom, but now that Du Erniu has won the top, I can't say that he is going to be at the bottom, he is frustrated, hearing Du Erniu say this, his eyes suddenly lit up, this Tang Rongxuan is conceited and talented, and he usually doesn't look down on them very much, if he can make him deflated once, it will be cool. Hurriedly said: "Yes, yes! Since the title has been limited, it is natural to strictly follow the topic, the poems written by the second girl, spring, landscapes, flowers and plants, delphiniums, sandbanks, mandarin ducks, there are all in front of you, the curtain in your poem is only at home, but in this peach forest, but there is not, that is the text is not right! ”

Tang Rongxuan blushed and said, "Then where is the melted mud in her poem?" Who has seen the melted mud in the mouth of the delphinium? ”

Mrs. Ji couldn't help frowning when she heard him quibble, and said, "Tang Gongzi, it's not right for you to do this, Chunyan flew to the riverside just to make a nest in the mud, this is known to everyone, is it difficult to catch one to see if there is one?" Even if there is none, it is also a reasonable imagination. Yours is not to the point, originally I also thought it was off topic, but your whole poem is also good, so I didn't say it. ”