Mian Fu is like a frequent visitor here, and there are often literati with a pink face who come forward to greet him, and he also Fu smiled faintly, and ended the chat after a few words of greeting.

Ji Lianmei looked around, pulled the corner of her clothes, and said, "Hey, these people seem to be a little familiar." ”

Mian Fu smiled lightly, "The princess has good eyesight." These people are all students of the Hallym Academy. The one in the blue clothes is the son of the university scholar's family, and the one who is being powdered over there is the second young master of the Liu family......."

"Isn't this a poetry meeting? How did it become an aristocratic exchange meeting. Aren't there any ordinary people here? ”

"You'll know in a moment, let's go, come in with me." Mianfu pretended to smile mysteriously, and walked towards the pavilion first.

Ji Lianmei sat down with Mianfu.

The sleeping position is left in the middle of a wooden table, and the brocade cushions that cover it are more elaborate than those on the other seats.

These cushions are not arranged according to whose identity is more noble, in the Qushui Liuyu Poetry Club, whose talent can win everyone's unanimous recognition, who is the most qualified to sit on the seat.

Ji Lianmei thought to herself, it seems that Mianfu's status in this poetry meeting is extremely high, and even the cushions are carefully arranged by others.

"Mr. Mianfu, I don't know this delicate little brother beside you...... Which powerful family is the son? A young man with phoenix eyes and willow eyebrows sitting on the left side of Mianfu asked with a smile.

"He is in the lower Kunzhong, and he doesn't learn at home on weekdays, so he brought him here to see the world." Mianfu replied with a smile.

Ji Lianmei noticed that when she heard the word "no learning and no skill", a trace of disgust flashed in the young man's eyes, and then she looked at Mian Fu flatteringly and nodded and smiled.

She pursed her lips and didn't pay attention to it.

Since it is a poetry meeting, composing poetry is indispensable, and as for the form, it is nothing more than a drum and passing flowers, and after the music stops, the wine glass stops in front of whom, that person has to improvise a poem, or drink the wine in front of him.

After this first round, the wine glass stopped in front of the man who had just slept and talked to him.

He gently twisted the hair on the sideburns of his ears, thought for a moment, and then said:

The swallow magpie at the east gate of Hanlin is early, but the turtle dove occupies the magpie's nest.

The wind blows on the mountain, and no one knows that it is sad.

These two lines of poetry can be heard by all the literati present.

The so-called Hanlin refers to the Hanlin Academy, Yan Que and Turtledove, which refers to the children of rich families and literati born poor. What the young man wanted to express was nothing more than to express his dissatisfaction with the current policy of teaching together with the commoners of the Hanlin Academy, although he was silent on the surface, in fact, he was already very aggrieved in his heart.

Many people should say, "Good poetry, good poetry." ”

Mianfu smiled on the side and took a sip of tea, not in a hurry to break him, planning to wait until the next time it was his turn to compose poetry, and then go back. After all, literati are thin-skinned, and breaking down in front of them will show that the other side is disrespectful and uneducated.

"This prince, if you have any dissatisfaction with the policies implemented by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you can point it out to your face, and you don't have to point fingers at Sang and scold Huai behind his back." A clear voice was sonorous and powerful, startling the full hall of literati.

The man didn't expect that there would be people present who would disagree with his point of view, and he was very surprised, but he made a calm face and asked:

"Little brother, what do you mean by that?"

"I mean, why not study with ordinary people, everyone can't choose their own background, if you discriminate against some people just because they were born poor, wouldn't it seem very ungraceful?"

"You .....," the young man was so angry that he couldn't say a whole thing.

"To be honest, I'm not Mr. Mianfu's younger brother, in fact, I'm a servant girl in his family."

As soon as these words came out, the literati present boiled over, and the man who had just quarreled with her covered his mouth and nose with disgust, and waved his sleeves vigorously in front of him as if he was afraid of inhaling something dirty.

"What do you mean, Mr. Mianfu? actually brought pickled things like maidservants to the poetry meeting. Some grumpy literati expressed their dissatisfaction and pointed the finger at Mianfu.

After all, Mianfu never revealed his identity to them. The reason why they respect Mian Fu is not only because of his profound knowledge, but also because he has never been self-defeating in front of them, and his gestures seem to be from everyone.

Before you find out the identity of others, it is naturally difficult to say some excessive words, so as not to offend people who should not be offended.

Mian Fu whispered into Ji Lianmei's ear and said, "Hey, what are you going to do." ”

"It's okay, just listen to me."

Ji Lianmei confidently stepped forward, hooked her fingers at the young man, and said, "If you are not convinced, we will compete." ”

The man was silent for a moment, but did not respond.

"What? Aren't you scared? ”

The reason why he is silent is only because he disdains or even does not want to compete with a servant girl, for fear of staining himself. Now that Ji Lianmei has said such provocative words, if he doesn't fight again, wouldn't it seem that he is really afraid of a girl?

"Well, what am I afraid of? Seeing that you are young and have not read any books, I will not bully you, the topic is up to you, and I will just respond. One question per person. ”

"Okay, then it's settled."

In fact, Ji Lianmei is not sure in her heart, even if she has the wisdom of a postmodern human, she can compare poetry with ancient literati, she may not be able to win.

Some literati on the side were in the mood to watch the excitement, and quickly brought their pen, ink, paper and inkstone forward to watch this battle with almost no suspense.

Ji Lianmei's pen drew circles in the air, and her brain spun rapidly.

Among the ancient poems, what she knows the most is Tang and Song poems, and she is really unfamiliar with the poems of the Spring and Autumn Period.

She picked up a pen and carefully wrote a line of couplets on white rice paper.

I don't know if I can get by.

"Your Excellency, please see, this is my upper link, please make its lower link." Ji Lianmei put down the pen calmly and made a gesture of please.

A group of literati gathered around, and only a line of crooked handwriting crawled on the paper.

Ji Lianmei's traditional Chinese characters were still in the Hanlin Academy, and the master who taught with her newly learned them, and the writing was not good-looking, and the young man took the rice paper and looked at it horizontally and vertically for a long time before he could see what words were written in these ghost paintings.

"The sea is facing ...... Chaochao Chao ......, what are these words, and how to pronounce them. The young man read this string of "chao" for no reason, and he didn't understand its meaning, so he had no choice but to ask Ji Lianmei for advice.

"Hehe, you can listen well, this is reading: the sea is facing the sea, the sea is facing the chao, the morning is falling. I don't know if this son, can you give this couplet a lower couplet? ”

The corners of Ji Lianmei's mouth rose upward.

Hmph, this couplet is a famous couplet of the Mengjiang Nu Temple in Shanhaiguan, which was only able to come out in the Southern Song Dynasty, and this group of literati in the Spring and Autumn Period must have been unheard of and unseen.

The young man dug out his heart and thought about nearly half a cup of tea, and everyone else had eaten all the wine, and he was never seen to speak against him. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and after struggling for a while, he finally relented and said, "It's only in the lower level that you are shallow in learning, and I also ask the girl to solve the confusion in the lower part and tell the next couplet." ”

As soon as these words came out, the literati standing on the side, including Mianfu, were secretly surprised.

This young man is none other than Song Wushuang, who is known as the second person in the poetry club, a frequent visitor to the literati of the Guogong Mansion.

Such an excellent talent, but now he is stumped by a little girl who hasn't gone to school much?

Ji Lianmei saw that his attitude was humble and not as arrogant as Fang Cai, so she said to him: "Son, don't be polite, my next link is: the floating clouds are long, long and long, and they are long and long." ”

The words are neat.

Mianfu smiled and clapped his hands, and apologized to Song Wushuang: "This girl is still young, and she is usually spoiled by me, please don't be surprised." ”

"Sir, don't say that, you're inferior to others." Song Wushuang responded to Mianfu, and then turned to Ji Lianmei and asked, "Girl, it's my rudeness, please forgive me." However, we say that one person has one question, if you can answer the doubts below, then in the next, you can be regarded as convincing. ”

Ji Lianmei could see that Song Wushuang was not deliberately making things difficult for her, and it was estimated that he didn't answer just now, and he couldn't get over his face, so he would behave like this.

"Okay, please ask Childe to come up with the question."

Song Wushuang took out a scroll from behind him, and said: "This poem is from the hand of a mysterious son, he has only come to participate in the poetry meeting once, and the poem left behind is only this one." Although he is low-key, he can feel that this person is rich and rich, and he can't think of himself, and all the talents also respect him as the first talent of the poetry club. If the girl can answer this poem for us, then we will agree with what you call equal education, and we will no longer embarrass those ordinary people. ”

Song Wushuang gradually spread out the rice paper.

On the white paper, the clear font is like flowing water, and the pen is like a cloud of smoke, which is very good-looking.

"If you don't leave it behind, it will be bitter; Each of them holds the ..... that they have become famous," Ji Lianmei read out those two lines softly.

Song Wushuang said: "This poem is very interesting, I have tasted it carefully with a few friends, and there are different opinions, but I always feel that I don't understand it thoroughly, and there has been no result." I don't know the girl, what do you think? ”

Ji Lianmei thought for a moment, and finally shook her head helplessly: "Song Gongzi, the slave is dull and has failed to understand the deep meaning. However, the slave maid felt that these two sentences seemed to be very much about life. If the word 'if' is not skimmed out, it is the word 'bitter'; The word 'each' is only the word 'name' ....... if it is closed."

"A skimming is a 'person'." Before Ji Lianmei finished speaking, Song Wushuang took her words, her eyes shining like stars, and suddenly brightened like an empowerment, "I see, I see....... Thank you for your teaching. ”

Song Wushuang was dancing and repeating Fang Cai's poems, and at the same time, he left the pavilion thoughtfully, forgetting to say hello.

After Song Wushuang left, everyone's eyes were no longer full of disgust as they were at the beginning, but instead of surprise, reverence and admiration.

A maidservant questioned the famous genius Song Wushuang in person, fought poetry with him, and actually won the battle, which is really a strange woman.

The poetry meeting ended before noon, and the literati scattered in all directions.

"Ah....... It's finally over. Ji Lianmei looked up to the sky and roared, twisted her neck, activated her muscles and bones, and lay on the bamboo wooden table as if she had been liberated, "Mr. Mianfu, is it necessary for you to come to such a boring poetry meeting?" ”

Mian Fu smiled indifferently: "I came to participate in the poetry meeting, but it was not as simple as fighting against this group of talented people. ”