Damn it!

Can this Nima absorb the hatred and be ridiculed?

Li Mu simply had a feeling that he was shot while lying down, and it wasn't me who said that I was supremely talented, it was Zheng Cunjian's sycophant...... And, even if I say it myself, what's in the way of your group of goods, can I just taunt it?

At that moment, Li Mu wanted to withdraw it directly, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it, he came to prostitute today...... Oh, no, I'm here to see the beautiful woman, and I can't afford to make a fuss about this little thing.

Zheng Cunjian on the side, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In Chang'an City, there are not only people who dare to mock him, but it definitely does not include these few people at the adjacent table.

However, Li Mu did not refute, and he was not good at overstepping his bounds, however, Zheng Cunjian kept the faces of these people in his heart, and when it was today, he slowly found these few blind things to settle accounts, and he slapped a horse's hooves on the horse's hooves just now, and he must not let go, and the name of [Black-hearted Xiucai] is not called in vain.

And seeing that Li Mu and Zheng Cunjian did not refute, the five or six young people at the adjacent table became more and more unscrupulous.

"Haha, even if you are knowledgeable, you didn't refute yourself and humiliate yourself, do you know, who is this person sitting next to me?" A scholar with a short and fat body, like a short winter melon, sneered, and said: "This one next to me is the chief of the Hanshan Academy in Chang'an City, this is the real talent, this year's imperial opening is destined to be a high school scholar, hehe, on this sect Siliufang Street, you shui doesn't know the literary name of Senior Brother Lin Qiushui?"

The young man with a white face and a jade coat who spoke first raised his head proudly when he heard this, for fear that others would not know that he was the chief of Hanshan Academy.

The other young people at the same table, dressed in the same way as the short and fat winter melon, and dressed in the same clothes, thought to be the so-called scholars of the Hanshan Academy.

When Zheng Cunjian heard this, his face changed slightly, and he didn't say anything.

Hanshan Academy, in the territory of Chang'an Mansion, is still quite energetic, there have been some nobles, bureaucrats and local princes, and the academy in this world is not only reading, gentlemen and six arts, scholars are also martial arts, Hanshan Academy has cultivated excellent disciples, it can be said that they are both civil and military.

However, Zheng Cunjian didn't pay much attention to it.

He wants to whole a person, some are means, and when the time comes, these books will die in the stinky gutter, and no one knows how they died.

Soon, next to him, in the other direction, there was another sneer, and someone said in a weird manner: "Hehe, is Hanshan Academy amazing? Last time the empire opened, how many people were there in Hanshan Academy?

On Li Mu's left hand side, there were also six or seven young scholars, and the one who spoke was one of the tall and thin scholars with a dark face, with a hooked nose and knife eyebrows, habitually squinting his eyes, and a kind of yin owl aura, looking at the clothes, it should be from another academy, naturally it was the Fengming Academy in his mouth.

When Lin Qiushui heard this, he slapped the table, stood up, and said, "Fengming Academy's ranking in the middle of the game, can you dare to compare with my Hanshan Academy?" Liu Muyang, in the last poetry meeting, you were a defeated general under me, and you still dare to speak disrespectfully?"

The dark-faced eagle-hook-nosed scholar also slapped the folding fan in his hand, stood up, and said coldly: "Last time, it was because you knew the title of the poem in advance and had been prepared. ”

"Yes, surnamed Liu, I'm afraid you don't have that ability. The dwarf winter melon scholar of Hanshan Academy immediately helped.

The group of people on the side of Fengming Academy stopped doing it, and they all stood up and turned on the mouth cannon form.

The hall on the first floor of Wen Shengzhai, which was already very lively, immediately became more and more noisy.

The battle between the two groups of scholars attracted the attention of many people, and the two mothers who were in charge of order, Sang, came to appease them.

Seeing this, Li Mu couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

This is the scholars of the Western Qin Empire, who scolded loudly in the Qinglou at any cost, and in the future, the empire can still count on such a person to be an official and patrol the people?

Liu Muyang of Fengming Academy saw Li Mu's smile, snorted coldly, and said, "Stinky boy, what are you laughing at? I was scolded just now, I didn't even dare to let go of a fart, and I was embarrassed to laugh here? ”

"That is, in the future, you must not be as unproductive as this coward, and if you are scolded, you don't dare to fight back. ”

"It's really pitiful to let Lin Qiushui scold someone like him and not dare to look up. ”

"Forget it, don't talk about him, it's just an insignificant little person, everyone, let's concentrate on it first, what kind of work should be used to win everyone's favor. ”

"Exactly. ”

A group of scholars were looking at Li Mu's eyes, all full of disdain.

Huh?

Li Mu was suddenly a little confused.

Damn, I'm lying down with an arrow again.

If you smile casually, you can be scolded, when Lao Tzu went out today, did he not count the yellow calendar or did not wash his face, and unconsciously came out with a mocking face?

He was about to have a seizure, when suddenly there was a bang, and someone slapped the table of Li Mu and the two of them heavily, and said, "Boy, is there no one sitting here?" ”

Bang la blah.

Li Mu and Zheng Cunjian's side immediately squeezed five or six figures.

The tables and chairs in the Wenshengzhai hall can generally sit about eight people at a table, and the table of Li Mu and the two of them is slightly smaller, and it is one of the best tables.

Li Mu was originally furious, and his temper was about to be suppressed, but when he looked at the clothes of these men, he was clearly a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, and it seemed that he was still an elite disciple of the elite, with red flame soft armor on his body, rare materials, and six people, each of whom was not low in strength, just looking at their appearance, he didn't know Li Mu, obviously when Li Mu overturned the Heavenly Sword Martial Arts Pavilion that day, these people were not at the scene.

Knowing the identity of the other party, Li Mu had a bad taste, and his heart began to suffocate, and he did not have a seizure, but continued to sit expressionlessly.

Zheng Cunjian couldn't figure out what Li Mu meant, in his impression, this master had never been a good temper who couldn't fight back and scolded and didn't fight back, he must have a plan, so he pressed his temper and sat on the side.

On the one hand, the two tables of scholars from Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy also laughed when they saw such a scene, and they were sneering at Li Mu and Zheng Cunjian.

And some of the other guests in the hall looked at Li Mu and the others with pity, sympathy, disdain and disdain, and probably thought that these two people were poor scholars or ordinary people with no power and no power, and wanted to take advantage of the day when everyone opened the window to come to win fame.

This kind of thing has happened before, some poor sour, meditated and prepared poems, want to win the favor of everyone, and become famous, or how to say that literati and Oiran are inherently entangled, and the son of Wen Zongbin of the Western Qin Empire today is rumored to have been valued by the princess of Qincheng Oiran back then, and only then did he start his legendary counterattack from a poor scholar. And this way of becoming famous has also been imitated by many back literati, with different results.

And today, in the hall, there are many scribes in ordinary clothes, waiting for the time to open the window.

Among them was a benevolent brother, dressed in tatters, and a little unkempt, with a glint in his eyes, staring at a position on the third floor of the attic, like a jackal staring at its prey, and looking impatient.

Finally, a song and dance are over, and it's time for tonight's long-awaited moment-

The time to open the window of the flower wants to accommodate everyone, and it has arrived.

In the entire hall, and even in the private rooms on the second floor, people from all walks of life were a little impatient.

Bai Xuan's mother, the principal of Wen Shengzhai, came out and said a few words, and then directly announced the opening of the window, and walked down from the third floor Ten maids wearing light green scholar clothes and dressing as men came to the hall on the first floor, lined up, and in front of each maid, a table was placed, on which were placed the four treasures of the study's pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Today's poem is a poem with two words - women, you take this as the theme, show the pen and ink in your chest. ”

A beautiful mother, Sang, stood at the staircase on the second floor, smiling.

The hall was immediately filled with exclamations.

Some people looked distressed and disappointed, because the finished poems they had painstakingly prepared and begged from everywhere were completely different from the poems announced by everyone tonight.

"Damn, didn't the inside line say, tonight's poem title, is it Yongyue?"

"I heard that it's Zammei......"

"Damn Zhang Guigong, lied to me of ten taels of silver, hateful, this time there is no play. ”

Someone cursed angrily.

When Li Mu saw and heard such a scene, he couldn't help but have some curiosity about this flower Xiangrong who heard the holy fast.

This woman's influence is very great, just like those super female stars on the earth, no, those female stars, there is no such great charm, open the window three times a month, as soon as the window is opened, it can cause a commotion in Chang'an City's celebrity and aristocratic circle, these people in the hall can still be seen, those who are noble and have not shown up in the private room on the second floor, I am afraid that they are preparing more, and it is not an exaggeration to spend a lot of money.

Soon, someone walked up and wrote a poem—

"There are beautiful women in the southern country, and they are like peaches and plums. Towards the mirror, leaning on the rouge window. The customs of the times are heavy, who dissects the truth? Looking up to the twilight of the year, it is difficult to be proud of glory for a long time. ”

The person who wrote the poem was the tatteredly dressed and unkempt brother that Li Mu saw before, and after writing, he laughed and threw his pen to the ground, looking like a floating cloud for me.

"Good poetry. "In the crowd, there were people who admired.

"It's really a good poem, the name of the place, the name of the person fits, and the idea is unique. ”

"Hmph, although the poem is good, it is too arrogant, and it is difficult to be a satirical flower for a long time, how can it be selected?"

"Crazy life, do you want to use this kind of trick to catch and indulge in the past to attract everyone's attention?"

There was a lot of talk around.

Some of the 'fan brothers' who want to be Rong are extremely indignant at this crazy man who wants to let everyone serve people with beauty, and some impulsively want to be full of old fists, only this crazy life, laughing, with a look of disdain and ridicule, standing behind the table.

Li Mu shook his head.

The quality of the poem doesn't matter for the time being, but this benevolent brother is really special.

Look closely, this brother's legs are actually shaking under the wide robe, it is obvious that he is acting, although his acting skills are good, but his courage is much smaller.

After a while, there was a conclusion, and the news came down from the third floor, this [beautiful poem], it turned out to be selected, and the blue eyes of everyone who wanted to be in the flower were dried by the maid, and then hung high on the second floor.

This is the first poem to be selected tonight.

The raunchy brother smiled, laughing even more insolently, and was guided to a round table next to him, which had been prepared a long time ago, and sat down temporarily, serving good wine and food.

When the others saw it, their eyes immediately turned red.

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