These people boldly took out the silver tickets and bet on them, not only because they had money to spend a lot of money, but also because they were convinced that Du Sanniang had no poetic talent.

Although Du Sanniang loves poetry very much, she doesn't have much talent for poetry, so these people have the courage to bet. They were sure that with Du Sanniang's talent, they would definitely not be able to suppress the poem that Old Man Liu read just now.

In other words, Old Man Liu also made a lot of money today, and I don't know how much money he spent to buy that poem.

As for Du Sanniang, as a pure vixen, she will never allow those filthy and rotten men in the world to touch her.

But for the love of poetry, she is very eager to hear new good poems, so she is willing to bet on herself and impress Zhao Shuang with silver, hoping that she can have good poems.

Zhao Shuang looked at the stack of silver tickets on the table, her eyes lit up, although she was not a fan of money, but it was good to have money, and she could get more high-quality ingredients if she had money.

"Du Sanniang is really different, where did you invite a talented little lady? It is said that the more torn the clothes you wear, the more you can write good poems, and looking at this girl's clothes, you will definitely be able to write good poems, hahahaha! An old man in a fancy costume turned on the mocking mode, stroking his goatee and laughing.

Everyone laughed loudly, looking at Zhao Shuang's eyes full of contempt.

The irony is much more direct than the ridicule of a Cinderella who wears a street stall at a brand-wearing high society in modern society.

But Zhao Shuang didn't care at all, if there were more silver tickets, then let the sarcasm come more violently.

When everyone laughed almost, Zhao Shuang picked up the chopsticks and knocked on the plate and said, "Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting boat is warm to the east of the river." There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart. The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red. Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent. ”

Zhao Shuang finished reading a poem in one breath, the ridicule of the banquet was not over, and some people had not yet reacted.

But the scribes who had been invited to put on a façade, some of the most learned of the scholars, heard it and were intoxicated by it.

A white-clothed scribe unconsciously stood up and recited: "There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little understanding in the heart." Good poetry, good poetry, good poetry! While walking to Zhao Shuang's seat, he bowed deeply, "Girl, I heard these two sentences clearly just now, can I ask the girl to recite them again?" ”

The noisy laughter at the banquet gradually stopped, the white-clothed scribe was a famous talent in Nuanzhou, and he said so, then the poem just now must be a good poem.

Zhao Shuang said to the white-clothed scribe: "What do you think of the poem I just made compared to the poem on the table next to me?" ”

The literati have the pride of the literati, so they naturally disdain to lie to the merchants, and if they are to be officials, it is almost the same.

The white-clothed scribe said: "Naturally, there is a world of difference, how can that poem be compared with the girl's poem, the girl's poem just now is comparable to the eternal swan song, and Liu Yuanwai's poem is just mediocre." ”

"You ......" Liu Yuanwai was very annoyed when he heard the white-clothed scribe comment on his poems, but the literati of Tianhong Kingdom had a high status, and the white-clothed scribe was famous, so he really dared to be angry and didn't dare to scold, and finally endured it.

The other scribes at the table were very interested, they really hadn't heard Zhao Shuang's poems much just now, but now they heard the white-clothed scribe give such an evaluation, and said together: "Please recite it again, girl." ”