Yu Xiaohuan thought: You can pull it down! The words are good, you look at the location arrangement here, where is it not divided into three, six, nine and so on, isn't this just the status of the humble! Hey, it's a pity that such a kind and temperamental face.

She saluted respectfully and said, "Yaqing has no poetry in her heart, which has disappointed Mrs. Liu." ”

Yu Xiaohuan finally understood where the label "talented girl" came about, it should be written as "stepping on a woman", but someone else deliberately put a high hat on you first, and then stepped you down, but you didn't even have a chance to resist, because you have a hat and deserve to be stepped on. If you want to take off your hat, people won't do it, because stepping on you is their pleasure.

Liang Zhiheng saw the movement here, and was busy writing the poem on the case, in order to divert everyone's attention, he stood up in a hurry and said loudly and exaggeratedly: "I have a poem!" ”

……

Liang Zhiheng finished his poem in a pompous and humorous tone, winning laughter. Everyone finally stopped focusing on Yu Xiaohuan, and shared their masterpieces generously, no matter how bad it is, there will be no difference between Liang Zhiheng.

Yu Xiaohuan didn't understand much anyway, and gradually became a little sleepy, but someone sang poetry, like a lullaby, she listened to it, and unconsciously took a nap.

Li Yuer secretly pulled her clothes from behind several times before she woke up suddenly.

When she suddenly woke up, everyone looked around her, especially Mrs. Liu's discerning eyes, which made her heart a thunderbolt.

The county lord snorted and said with a smile: "Others are sharing poems, but others are sleeping soundly. This talented woman, how much you look down on other people's poems! ”

Yu Xiaohuan wanted to complain that she shouldn't have fallen asleep. Then he looked at the people around him cowardly and said, "Yaqing is not talented and can't compose poetry." She said in her heart: This girl was in school back then, and she only wrote essays, not poems, so let's write essays if we have the ability!

"Perhaps, the sister of the Liang family is composing poems and lyrics with Zhou Gong in her dream!" Zhang Yan turned around and pretended to be sad and said, "Pity us laypeople, we really don't deserve to read the good poems and good words of the Liang family's sister!" ”

Yu Xiaohuan suddenly sobered up, and sighed in his heart: Hey, I knew that I would study hard and memorize more poems back then. It's a pity that when I think back now, I can't remember the poets when I remember the poems, let alone the dynasties, I only remember that most of the poems that are required to be recited in the texts are Tang and Song poems, but those that can be passed down and appear in the textbooks are all famous masterpieces. Good poems and good words It is estimated that these people know that if they accidentally plagiarize or their ancestors, wouldn't they be laughed off and don't want to turn over for the rest of their lives? What's more, the poems recited back then were famous quatrains at every turn, and they accidentally stole the limelight from the county lord, so what should I do?

It's really hard to do!

Yu Xiaohuan cried in her heart: Why do you want to force me, just because I am pretty? God, I never thought that one day, beauty would be my problem!

She really didn't know if she should be sad or sad.

Liang Zhiheng stared at the old man for a long time, and finally saw Liu Moyan write the poem, and immediately shouted: "Everyone, look at it, the good poem of the eldest son of the Liu family is here!" ”

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Liu Moyan humbly finished reading his poems, and everyone praised the good poems, who knew that at this time, the county lord said: "My cousin is a famous talent in the capital, and his poems are naturally excellent." It's just that I don't know, who is better than the well-known talents and talented women in the capital? ”

Speaking of which, I still don't let Yu Xiaohuan go!

Liang Zhiheng said angrily: "Brother Mufeng has never liked to compare with others, why can't you, who is a cousin, be sympathetic at all?" ”

"You're right, the lord of this county has never been considerate of others!" The county lord said, "Do you want to see the masterpiece of this first beauty and talented woman in the capital in your eyes?" ”

Zhang Yan and the other county lords immediately chimed in and said, "I want to! ”

"Wait, everybody." Hua Shenyan also jumped out and said, "I am Hua Shenyan, who only came to the capital yesterday, thanks to the care of Brother Mufeng, I am fortunate to hear so many good poems here." Hua is not talented, and also wrote a chrysanthemum poem, I hope you will give me some advice. ”

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Yu Xiaohuan knew that Hua Shenyan's move was also to relieve her, and she couldn't help but feel even more guilty. She thought to herself: Is it that if I don't write a poem today, they won't be finished?

Yu Xiaohuan began to calm down and think about what this county lord wanted: if it was just to be in the limelight, then poetry was not what she was good at, and she shouldn't look for this aspect. Perhaps, what she wants is just to step on Liang Yaqing and make Liang Yaqing ugly. But how did she know that the current fake Liang Yaqing didn't have real talent and learning? No, she doesn't know, she just knows that Liang Yaqing hasn't written poetry for so many years.

After reading Hua Shenyan's poem, the county lord and Zhang Yan aimed at Yu Xiaohuan again, and said some harsh words, saying that when it came to the poetry meeting, how could they not write poems, and said that Yu Xiaohuan must look down on everyone here and was unwilling to share his poems. Yu Xiaohuan couldn't argue, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She endured the discouragement in her heart, no longer cared about the beautiful face of everyone, no longer pretended to be a well-behaved lady, no longer showed weakness, stood up, and said awe-inspiringly: "I said that I can't compose poetry, the county lord and this sister have to disbelieve it, let me offend all the talented and beautiful people here." I'm afraid that I'll tell you now, I don't know where the word 'talented girl' came from on me, and you don't believe it, right? Anyway, I really haven't written any good poems that people talk about, have I? However, it seems that if I don't write a poem today, I won't be able to step down. I'm not afraid that I won't be able to get off the stage, but I don't want to sweep away your interest, so I'm reluctant to make a song, I just hope that after listening to it, my brothers and sisters, my brothers and sisters, don't hate to plug my ears. ”

I don't know which tendon suddenly opened, but she opened her mouth to come up with a poem:

"A Chrysanthemum Knows Autumn"

Yesterday and today, I was tired, and I didn't feel that the wind was getting colder.

The pond full of green lotus has dimmed, and a golden chrysanthemum is coming in autumn.

It's so easy to understand, the characteristics of the 21st century, anyway, Yu Xiaohuan can't understand the good or bad, and he doesn't have the ability to appreciate it, and it doesn't matter if other people are good or bad. If you look at it, you should slap the county lord in the face, and by the way, you will be able to sit on the label of "talented girl"; If she saw it badly, she should obey the county lord's wishes and tear off the "talented girl" label that others put on her. Anyway, if the poem is available, they won't be able to continue to force her to write poetry for a while.

When the crowd listened, they were silent.

Suddenly, Liang Zhiheng applauded: "Okay, good poetry, my sister is good!" ”

Yu Xiaohuan thought to herself: He really deserves to be a brother, and he can support his sister!

Hua Shenyan and Liu Moyan also followed the nonsense, and if the others wanted to have opinions, they couldn't resist the commotion of the three of them, so they could only watch coldly and laugh to themselves.