As for Qin Shu, it was directly ignored by everyone...... A concubine who can't get on the stage and has been raised as a daughter for more than ten years.

Everyone knew that Zuo Xiang couldn't marry yesterday and had an extra son, and even regarded it as a joke after tea and dinner, but they didn't know about today's early dynasty.

It was only an hour before the early dynasty passed, and in the era of closed information transmission, it would take more than half a day for this matter to spread.

If these people knew what Qin Shu had done, they would probably fall through their eyes, different from the current contempt and ridicule, and they would have treated Qin Shu with a different flattering attitude.

"Hello everyone."

The person who spoke was a young man in his early twenties, the young man was wearing a restrained navy blue brocade robe, not handsome but his facial features were quite neat, with two short beards at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flashed from time to time.

This is Yang Xuezheng, the son of the right minister, Yang Xuezheng with a decent and polite smile, and after going upstairs, he greeted the students and scholars who came to greet him.

It is said that things gather like people in groups, and the few people next to Yang Xuezheng are not simple characters, and the people who greeted Yang Xuezheng and the few people behind him were overjoyed.

With a polite sentence, everyone looked at each other and smiled, and sat down one after another.

The organizer called a few Xiao Si to rearrange the venue of the poetry meeting upstairs, adding some tables, chairs and elegant ornaments.

I don't know if someone wanted to see the excitement on purpose, or if they had ulterior motives, Yang Xuezheng and the others sat at a table next to Qin Se, and Qin Shu sat next to Qin Se.

As everyone sat down, the Wanxian Poetry Club on the Wanxian Building officially kicked off, the food and wine came up one by one, the Xiaosi maids came and went, the singers and dancers lingered, and the songs and dances were merry.

Many people held the idea of "the wind is good to borrow strength, send me to the sky", and began to brush their sense of existence in front of Yang Xuezheng and others.

The reason why Yang Xuezheng is so popular is not only because of his identity as the son of the right minister, but also because of his own extraordinary talent and ability. As everyone knows, when Yang Juzheng, the right minister of the court, is powerful, and only Qin Liang, the left minister, can compare with three points, which is not lacking in the credit of Yang Xuezheng.

When Yang Ju was turning his hands over for the clouds and covering his hands for the rain in the court, Yang Xue was making suggestions in the back, and the father and son were one in the light and the other in the dark, which was really strong.

If it weren't for the emperor's mood to make Jun Qian less jealous, if Yang Xuezheng was preparing to participate in the imperial examination, he would not have had anything to do with the champion of the previous session.

As for Qin Se?

Hehe...... Although they are both the sons of the prime minister, compared with Yang Xuezheng, one is in the sky and the other is underground, which is simply the difference between cloud and mud.

Qin Se usually teases the eagle and walks the dog, which is very out of tune, although he does not bully men and women on the street like a bully, but his reputation is stinky enough, causing Qin Liang a lot of trouble, and he still needs Qin Liang to wipe his ass.

wants to show his face in front of Qin Liang through Qin Se, hehe, Qin Liang also knows what his son is like, it's okay not to treat you as Qin Se's fox friend and dog friend...... What's more, Qin Liang is a well-known antique, an iron-faced Hades, and a coffin-faced prime minister, who is very unkind, and the ones he hates the most are those flattering villains.

Staggered, singing and dancing, a piece of plain white rice paper circulated in front of the table, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I don't know who gave the famous Li Tingqi ink, in addition to the aroma of food and wine, the air is also full of pleasant ink fragrance.

"Today, we are gathered in the Ten Thousand Immortals Building, and it is really ten thousand immortals, and it can be said that the time and place are right to meet you at this moment...... Poetry can be a word, a song, and an expression of feelings. Today's poetry will be unlimited in subject matter and genre, and it should be enjoyable. ”

Yang Xuezheng wrote the preface, and as soon as he wrote two or three words, some people in the crowd clapped their hands and applauded, flattering flattery, and the corners of Qin Shu's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

How beautiful it is now, how miserable it will be in the future.

Yang Juzheng and Yang Xuezheng originally supported the crown prince Jun Wugeng, but then somehow they turned back to the male protagonist Jun Wuce and helped Jun Wuce ascend to the throne. The father and son, who were supposed to be great heroes, had a previous precedent of anti-water, and Jun Wuce's jealousy of the two of them, so he secretly sent someone to deal with the two.

So Yang Juzheng, the prime minister of the two dynasties, went out with his son, and the news that he was brutally killed by "political enemies" made everyone regret.

The poetry meeting is still going on, and whoever is inspired can write a poem with a pen and pass it on to everyone to comment on. As soon as there is a good work, some people will copy it in ecstasy, and it will be circulated in the hands of everyone.

And the person who wrote the poem would stand up with joy, bow his hand and thank everyone, be modest, polite, and look full of sorrow in his eyes, so that Qin Shu only felt extremely hypocritical.

It is said that "there is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts", and the more people gathered together, the more the stinky problem of literati being lighter became more and more obvious, and many people felt that they wrote the best, and looked down on the poems written by others, and the open and secret battles did not stop for a moment.

Qin Se's obscene fat friend strode forward and made the next hand with a vigorous stroke.

"Sitting alone in the study and being a wife, this situation is not known to outsiders.

If you change your left hand to your right hand, you will stop marrying again.

Brush and pinch all over the body.

Bit by bit fell to the ground, and the children and grandchildren were all surnamed mud. ”

The people on the side read it out, accompanied by a burst of laughter and a shy scolding of the toasting beauty.

"Haha, good poetry, good poetry!"

"It's really wonderful~!"

The people on the side touted, and then someone coaxed: "Make another song!" ”

The fat man became interested, and then picked up the pen again under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Whose yard is the green poplar locked? Seeing a female Jiao'e, it is convenient to walk in a hurry. Turn the powder wall, the golden lotus on the spot, and the clear spring is a line of silver. Break through the green moss and splash pearls all over the ground. I don't want to be outside the wall, and the master of the horse will see it. ”

The pen fell, and the applause began.

"Haha, Brother Gou!"

"Poetry is proficient, and great talent deserves it!"

Qin Se stood up excitedly, his face flushed, and he applauded wildly.

"Qin Shao, let's have a song!"

The fat man handed the pen to Qin Se, and then Qin Se was complimented, and he got up and made a poem.

"Sing and read

Spring is not a day to read, summer is scorching just to sleep, autumn is afraid of mosquitoes and winter is afraid of freezing, pack your schoolbag for next year. ”

"This poem is wonderful!"

"What a poem!"

"Wonderful, it turns out that Qin Shao empathizes with us!"

"I don't want Qin Shao to be the same as us!"

Many people are "like-minded" with Qin Se, this poem expresses their feelings and makes them praise, while the remaining part of them are inconvenient to offend because of Qin Se's identity, and they also echo and praise, making Qin Se hold his head high.

The eyes of Yang Xuezheng on the side were full of disdain and ridicule, as well as unwillingness and disgust.

Really, there is no cure......