Mingzhu looked at the new Tanhualang. He Qingshan, under Zhang Wuxi's encouragement, gave a salute a little timidly.

Speaking of which, Champion Lu looks mediocre at will, only his restrained temperament makes him look a little better.

And the appearance of this Tanhualang is seventeen or eighteen, his face is really handsome, and his weak temperament is very similar to Zhang Wuxi before changing his clothes. It's a pity that Mingzhu had already seen those so-called beautiful men in her previous life.

Out of courtesy, Mingzhu still talked to him cordially: "I heard that the nine days of this year's spring have been through wind and rain, and because of physical discomfort alone, there are more than a dozen students who have been carried out. I don't look good, but you're not feeling well? ”

He Qingshan lowered his eyes and said: "His Royal Highness Xie asked, on the last day of the third game, Zai was also carried out. Fortunately, the volume was barely finished, and this spring festival was not in vain. ”

Mingzhu heard that his tone was a little strange, and he turned a little bit, and then he suddenly realized. It's like, "If I wasn't feeling unwell, how could I have had to explore flowers?" Mingzhu shook her head secretly, looking soft and weak, she was a little young and vigorous.

Glancing at Zhang Wuxi, "Think carefully, he just looks similar to you." It's completely different in your bones, right?"

Seeing that everyone here knew two newcomers, Mingzhu smiled and said to everyone: "Since I said early in the morning that today is the "Listening to the Rain Poetry Club", I think you must have prepared a masterpiece that should be suitable for the situation. In this way, it is also good for everyone to be stingy with pen and ink and exchange ideas with each other. ”

In this regard, everyone was naturally prepared, and they all waved their pens on the case in front of them. After a while, some of the maids stepped forward to collect the works and hung them side by side under the lattice.

When everyone had finished writing, they got up and strolled along the porch or stopped to watch.

Seeing this, He Qingshan high-fived and praised: "This is good, with the rain curtain as the background, enjoy listening to the rain poems." It couldn't be more interesting. ”

Mingzhu saw the smile of her aunt next to her, pouted and said, "Let's go, let's go and have a look." After speaking, he looked up and looked not far to the right—sure enough, Xie Qingfeng's face was cyan.

"Qu index spring comes, snap your fingers and flick your fingers to startle spring. The spider silk outside the eaves falls into flowers, and it is also necessary to stay in spring. A few days of spring sunshine, a few nights of spring rain. Twelve carved windows and six curved screens, the title is full of hurtful spring sentences. - Lu Renjia" (actually from: "Fortune Operator" • Song • Gao Guanguo)

"Hmm...... It's ok, this one is good. Mingzhu commented shamelessly.

Zhang Wuxi rolled her eyes: "It's good, everything is decent, and the ligatures are also regular letters." If that's the case, what's the point of writing poetry? I think this is better. ”

Mingzhu leaned over and took a look: "Bao Han Tian Bird Golden Emu Bird, Wu Shanbi on the Agarwood Pavilion. The willow is like silk again, and the post bridge is rainy in spring.

The sound of the painting building is broken, and the south bank of the Fangcao River. Luan mirror and flower branches, who knows about this? - He Qingshan" (Actual from: "Bodhisattva Man" • Tang Wen Tingyun)

I'll go, it's really the style of a beautiful man! No, that's not right! Mingzhu hurriedly took a few steps forward: "Come, Wuxi, you come to see this." ”

"When it rains in the spring of the southern sky, the snow and frost are in shape.

The crowd is also luxuriant, and the humility is rather self-controlled.

Stay more Jinxian drunk, and accompany Concubine Shun sadly.

In his old age, he can be rewarded, and he is full of energy. - Xie Qingfeng" (Actual from: "Playing with Bamboo After the Rain" • Tang Xue Tao)

This is an active rain listening posture! Mingzhu strongly recommended to Zhang Wuxi: "Look at this poem, with poetry and ambition, it has a lot of integrity." ”

Zhang Wuxi was also seriously appreciating at this time, and nodded secretly. But when I saw the payment, I didn't know why I was a little twisted. The head is clouded, like this spring rain. "Hmm...... It's really good, but he seems to be off topic, right?! It's definitely not going to come out on top. ”

Mingzhu was stunned: "Huh? Off topic? "If you look closely, it seems that it is indeed a little, people used to write bamboo. But he was inexplicably a little unwilling: "Just like painting, poetry should not care about form." If you don't believe it, let's look at the product? ”

Zhang Wuxi didn't bother to take care of her, and continued to admire herself.

It took a whole morning to do so. After all, for poetry, the merits are a very subjective matter. What's more, none of the people present are mediocre, even if some are not very good at it, but they will not be bad.

The way of selection is also very casual, each person holds a pen to watch, and if you meet a good one, you will click a small dot on the red note below. There is no limit to the number of votes per person, and if you wish, you can also order every piece of work present. The work with the most points at the end wins.

Finally, seeing that lunch time was approaching, I saw that everyone was still commenting and arguing in front of each work. Mingzhu had to interrupt: "Noon is approaching, everyone decides one last time." After a breath, all the red note votes will be counted, and the three winners will receive a bronze card. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone put down their pens and returned to their seats.

Soon, the girls counted the three best works. After Mingzhu saw it, he instantly doubted his aesthetics.

"Today's Jingshi spring rain lewd, who is my bosom friend in the world.

Sex is like white jade burning cold, and the text is like a red string knocking deeper.

Thousands of miles in the same boat, the old and sick, a cup of mourning.

Looking at the names and surnames on the list next year, the willow spring breeze is like today. - Li Xiuyuan" (actually changed from: "Sending Wang Shi to Xuzhou" • Song Su Zhe)

Mingzhu held this work in his hand and asked in a tangled manner: "Let's not talk about what Li Xiuyuan means by writing this sour poem, you say, why can it be among the top three?!" ”

Zhang Wuxi smiled mysteriously: "It's wonderful because of this "sour and no loss". Seeing Mingzhu's deaf look, Zhang Wuxi was full of satisfaction in spreading gossip at this time:

"It is said that since that day, Li Xiuyuan has been thinking of ways to let his family quit his family every day. It's a pity that Li Shangshu didn't dare to go for fear of power, so Li Xiuyuan thought about coming back with his ability to take the top prize, and then there would be a drama of retreating in front of the Jinluan Palace.

But who knows, this matter somehow reached the ears of Wang Taishi. Although he can't seriously interfere in the imperial examination, he still has some crooked ways. So I don't know why, Li Xiuyuan's roll was dirty. Although he also won the Jinshi in the end, he was the second class. Naturally, it can't be played right in front of the temple. ”

Mingzhu only then knew that the point that everyone gave was sympathy, huh...... Maybe there's a little bit of schadenfreude?

Then she glanced at Zhang Wuxi strangely: "How did I find out that you are particularly familiar with the secrets in the capital?" ”

Who knew that Zhang Wuxi was surprised: "Don't you know? People who come to us for beauty consumption often feel very relaxed, and as soon as the body is loosened, the mouth is easy to loosen up. ”

Zhang Wu said proudly: "There is no more complete gossip in the whole capital than me." ”