"There are such poems...... someone sighed, looked down at the poem he had just finished half-written, compared to it is simply a cloud of mud, he can't bear to look at it directly, and he has no face to hand it in and compare it with such poems, so he simply tore the paper apart with his ruthless heart, and his face sighed.

It's a pity that such a wonderful sentence is not from my own hands!

If it is said that there is no first martial arts and no second, at this moment, no one thinks that they can overpower this poem, and it is extremely difficult to even compare it to half, even if they want to be sour, they can't find a reason to say sour words, and they can't help but feel ashamed......

As soon as these poems come out tonight, I'm afraid no one will have the heart to write, otherwise they will just bring humiliation on themselves. Even those poems that were read before are now relegated to dust, and no one will recall them anymore.

At the same time, everyone was also curious, who could write such beautiful poetry?

In fact, at this moment, Xu Lao and others on the second floor are also quite curious, and those who can write this kind of poetry can already be called a great talent. But why is there no signature on the paper?

And after the little guy got the instructions, he also shouted in public: "I don't know who wrote this poem?" Xu Lao intended to invite this talented man upstairs to chat. ”

"Hiss......"

Looks like it's really amazing! Even big names like Xu Lao have taken a fancy to this literary talent, I am afraid that they really want to become famous with a poem and soar!

Everyone immediately talked about it, and their curious and amazed eyes kept scanning each other back and forth, trying to see what kind of person had such good luck.

However, the strange thing is that for half an hour, this good poem destined to be passed on in the world was unclaimed!

"Please come up quickly!"

The little guy also shouted twice more in confusion, but no one responded at all.

There are also people who have ghosts and think about whether to go up and take a break, but of course this stupid idea was dispelled as soon as it was born. After all, after going up, Xu Lao will definitely take the school exam, if he doesn't know three questions, wouldn't he not admit himself, and he would get into trouble for nothing!

This style is not comparable to others, there is one thing to say, and it cannot be faked.

So it ended up with this weird result.

There was an eerie silence in the restaurant for a moment.

Xu Lao and the others in the room are also quite strange, it stands to reason that writing such poems is a great thing for literati to be proud of, how can there be people who refuse to come out and claim it?

And at this moment, a woman's voice came from the door of the Su family's private room next to it, which seemed a little abrupt in this quiet environment, attracting everyone's attention: "My lord, this poem was written by my family minister for the people's daughter, not a poem for tonight's banquet." It's just that for some reason, it was accidentally lost and handed over to Xu Lao......"

Su Wanmiao's voice was steady, with a dignified and generous smile, her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but she had a little respect for the officials, which alone was already better than many people present.

Although there was still a little nervousness in her heart, she hid it well and never showed it.

At this moment, what she represents is not only herself, but also the Su family and Xianggong.

"I'm really sorry for the misunderstanding tonight, but I also ask Mr. Xu to return the paper with poems to the folk girl......"

"Oh?" Xu Lao was thoughtful, and turned to ask the county order, "I don't know who this woman's father-in-law is?" ”

"Lord Hui, that woman is the head of the Su family, a merchant in this city, and her husband is a wealthy talent named Du Bai." The prefectural commander hurriedly replied.

"Someone who is rich?" Xu Lao was even more surprised, took the poem in his hand and looked at it carefully, only to notice that he had just focused on this excellent poem and ignored that the pen and ink of this poem should indeed have been written for a long time, not just written.

It seems that what the woman said is indeed somewhat probable.

It's just that at this moment, the scholars and talents who have been waiting downstairs for a long time are not convinced, some people who don't know their identities have just exchanged a little, and learned that Du Bai is just a poor talent, and he has not had anything outstanding for a long time, how can he suddenly write such a wonderful sentence?

It's like a beggar who has eaten the last meal on weekdays and suddenly takes out a piece of gold to show off, which will naturally arouse the suspicion of others, is it stolen from where?

What's more, they are all competing for a literary name now, and whoever is willing to be suppressed inexplicably. If it is really a great talent who recites in public, they will admit it, after all, the literary talent is not as good as others. But this sudden good poem is too abrupt, and the author is even more weird.

Wouldn't it mean that all of you here can't even compare to a wealthy businessman, let alone leave a good impression in front of Elder Xu!

"Miss Su, you said that it was done by your father-in-law Du Bai, is there any evidence?" A scholar with a frivolous personality stood up and questioned in public.

"Evidence?" Su Wanmiao's face suddenly turned embarrassed.

Where is the evidence for this poetry?

"If there is no evidence, how can we believe that an ordinary scholar can write such a good sentence?" The scholar looked around, saw that all the colleagues around him nodded in agreement, and continued, "Then Du Bai is on the scene now?" might as well come out and confront him face to face, but he also tried the eleventh in the middle government, but he also thought that he couldn't write such sentences, so he wanted to ask him for advice. ”

The implication of these words is obviously that he is not convinced and wants to have a good competition.

Su Wanmiao shook her head slightly: "The minister has something to leave, but for the time being, I can't ask you for advice." ”

Du Bai also did not expect that the poem he left for his wife would be read in public in this way.

"Isn't that unproven?" Seeing this, another scholar also stood up and looked in the direction of the county magistrate on the second floor, and shouted loudly, "Please also ask your lord to be aware of it, so as not to have a reputation for ......."

"Don't slander your husband!" Su Wanmiao's willow eyebrows couldn't help frowning, and she looked at the person with some annoyance, "Xianggong has no intention of attending tonight's banquet, let alone writing a poem, this poem was originally only kept between my husband and wife!" ”

"Heh, then why do you have to take it out tonight to show Old Xu? It's clearly intentional! The scholar sneered and said, "Maybe I heard such a good poem from nowhere, and I deliberately wanted to show it in front of Elder Xu......"

"Xianggong's writing is excellent, why plagiarize other people's poems!"

"Brilliant writing? Then why haven't I heard of this person's name? As far as I know, this person is just a showman who can write such poems? And who can testify? ”

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