If there are words related to chrysanthemums, Yuan Lai first thought of Li Qingzhao's "The curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." But it is a pity that Mr. Li is a pure daughter from the inside out, and his words are full of feminine gentleness, like the legendary paper-thin firewood kiln porcelain, which is too fragile.

It was really not a good word, so he used another song that was not very well-known.

If it is a poem related to chrysanthemums, the first thing he thought of was indeed the bloody Yellow Nest, in all fairness, the person who was stained with a lot of blood was really a wicked person, and it just so happened that Yuan Lai himself thought he was a wicked person.

For various reasons, he did not sign his name, and he did not deliberately disguise his handwriting because of his temperament.

It's just that he only thinks that since it is Shen Cheng's work, if he can learn from Lei Feng in this life, doing good deeds without leaving his name is also a thing that makes him feel comfortable in his heart, so he didn't sign it, and he never thought that this group of people would be so persistent.

In the exclamation, the fluorescence flew out from the gate of Shouyang Building, and crossed the big Qiao in the distance, the Xiao Qiao and the old Confucian in the distance, and then bypassed Yuan Li, who was eating melons, and finally dispersed the fluorescence above Yuan Lai's head and fell.

And then it naturally attracted the attention of the audience.

The wave-like exclamation was transmitted from one end of the pergola to the other with the fluorescence, and for Yuan Lai, it came from far and near, he was a little stunned, he didn't know what it was, but he intuitively decided that this thing had no ill will towards him, and when the fluorescence slowly dissipated, he could see what it was.

"Chrysanthemum" ...... Is this poetry?" Xiao Qiao said with a startled glance.

"The sassy west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and it is difficult for the cold fragrance and cold butterflies to come, if I am the green emperor in his year...... The newspaper and the peach blossoms bloom together...... This poem ...... "The old Confucian was taken aback, and when he savored it, he felt that it must be an excellent poem.

After a little taste, he subconsciously said: "This is Wuyi Zhulang's new poem?"

After speaking, he hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, the three poems of Wuyi Lane have been decided, so is this written by my Shencheng students?!"

The tone was excited, and the eyes were shining.

Yuan looked at it and only felt a little funny, not laughing at his speculation, but laughing at the poem flying from the sky, isn't the first thing not to see where it came from?

The readers of the Great Apocalypse really have some elm heads.

"Ah, it's the gentlemen who have come out, and Wuyi Zhulang and my Shencheng students? What, is the competition over?!" someone finally shouted.

"And Mr. Xie from the capital also came out?"

"That's ...... Dean Tu Su Tu?"

A Tu Su turned out to be more useful than other people's names, attracting everyone's attention.

Tu Su smiled indifferently and said, "You are fortunate to meet." ”

Then his gaze swept across the audience and landed on the face of Yuan Lai, who was puzzled.

Tu Su glanced at it, and the eyes of the rest of the people followed, and suddenly he became the focus of the most attention here.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Lai thought about the poems in front of him again, and guessed in his heart, but he was not worried about such a trivial matter as revealing his identity at this time, and his heart was shocked by the fluorescence under his wooden shell!

This...... Could it be that it is a means of cultivation?

Although he didn't know where he came from, he immediately locked on to Tu Su, the man who smiled gently but had a strong heart.

There were a lot of people in the pergola, and there were many seats, so it was not spacious, and it was impossible for everyone in the building to come to Yuan Lai's side, so only Tu Su Xie Yuan and the group of old gentlemen who reviewed the poems came over.

"You wrote this poem?" asked a gentleman.

"What kid are you?" asked another gentleman.

"How old are you?" asked another gentleman.

"You wrote that poem too?"

"Where did you study and who did you study?"

"Why don't you sign your name?"

"Your name?"

“......”

"Why don't you speak?"

The subordinate Yuan Li looked stupid, he was not very old, and his status was low, and at this time, he was besieged by those masters with the young master, and he couldn't help but feel full of despair. Turning his head to look at his young master, he didn't seem to be much calmer than himself.

What was written on Yuan Lai's delicate and fair little face was the two words of Douda: confused.

These gentlemen are too unreserved, Yuan Lai can't help but wonder where has the reserved and subtle demeanor of the ancients in this legend gone?

Finally, Xie Yuan looked at the child with a blank face when he was asked, and he couldn't bear it, so he stopped everyone and asked him, and said slowly: "Don't be nervous, I'll ask you, what's your name?"

"......" Yuan Lai was a little unsure whether he said it was good or not.

And Xiao Qiao on the side yawned and said, "He, he is the fool of the Yuan family...... Gentlemen, you must have heard of it, right?"

A local gentleman frowned, and then said in surprise: "Is it the son of Yuan Shoucheng's family?"

"yes. ”

"Is that the son of the Yuan family who worshiped under the Astragalus Sect?"

"yes. Xiao Qiao nodded.

At this moment, several gentlemen stopped talking, they were all locals, Yuan Shoucheng's business was not small, and he was also a bookseller, and he was also related to the literati circle, plus the rumors in the market, he had also heard of the foolish young master of the Yuan family.

Idiot?

They looked at Yuan Lai's delicate face, and then looked at the thin eyebrows that were as faint as distant mountains inherited from Yuan Lai's mother who died in childbirth, and the clear eyes under the eyebrows.

Thinking about that word and poem again, I suddenly felt that the rumors were really unreliable, or even if I was congenitally stupid, I had lived in the mountains for a long time, and I slowly opened up my spiritual wisdom. It's not stupid.

"Are you the son of the Yuan family?" Tu Su ignored any stupid words and just asked.

"I'm Yuan Lai. Yuan Lai nodded, then pursed his lips and said, "What are you gentlemen looking for me?"

"You wrote this poem?"

Yuan came to see that the world of heart path cultivation was really wonderful, and he was found without his signature, so he no longer opened his eyes to hide it, and now in this scene, he can't say that it was made by Huang Chao, right? Who is Huang Chao? I'm afraid no one knows.

He nodded.

"Sure enough!" a gentleman was shocked, and said, "You also wrote that chrysanthemum poem?"

One sheep is also leading, and two sheep are also driving, Yuan Lai simply nodded again.

"It's really a young man!" the man exclaimed, and then turned to the others who were puzzled and said loudly: "The poem written by Yuan Lai Xiaogongzi makes me appreciate it very much, especially this chrysanthemum poem has a lofty intention and a big mind, and it should be the best in this field! It's just that I never thought that such a poem would be unrenowned, and it's rare to have such courage in poetry at such an age!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the shed was shocked!

"What? Yuan fool made a poem?"

"Not only did he write poems, but he was the best in the field! This means that his poems have crushed the three poems of Wuyi Zhulang!"

"It's wrong! It's impossible, is it possible that even Liu Gongzi can't compare to him?"

"How is this possible? Not that he's a ...... Fool?"

"Fool, I heard that he only came back a few days ago from practicing on the mountain for three years, and this stupid reputation is only a matter of the past, and the woman is still eighteen years old, does the childhood stupidity represent the stupidity of a lifetime?"

There was a lot of discussion, like a fresh breeze on the ground, blowing the pergola.

The most surprising were Xiao Qiao and Old Confucian at this table.

Among them, Xiao Qiao was the first to exclaim: "How is it possible! I went to school with this Yuan fool back then, I still don't know what he looks like? Write poetry? He can still write poetry even if he can't even read all the words?"

A gentleman angrily scolded him: "Do you dare to say that this "Chrysanthemum Flower" is not a good poem? I also recognize you, but you are the Erlang of the Qiao family, who is idle and idle, and has the face to talk about others? Besides, Yuan Lai has been on the mountain for three years, and he has just come back, how can you measure it with the old vision? Ignorance!"

This scolding made Xiao Qiao blush, but he didn't dare to reply, this gentleman has a very good status in the local area, and when he sees it, he has to bow down and call Mr. Big with a smile on his face, how dare he say anything?

And the old Confucian was slightly red, thinking of his previous indifference to Yuan Lai and his slight contempt, and then looking at the poem on the table now, he was suddenly ashamed, but he was ashamed to see Xiao Qiao's unangry and unspeakable appearance and sighed secretly in his heart, he didn't pity Xiao Qiao for being reprimanded, but was just disappointed in his stupidity.

What a shameful thing it is that no one except Liu Chonghu dared to put down the three poems of Wuyi Zhulang when they came out before? If they lose here, then these local gentlemen who commented on the poems will also have a big faceless face, and they will be tired and unable to raise their heads. And now Yuan Lai is a Shencheng native of the red, and he has made two poems that can suppress Wuyi Zhulang, what a proud thing? Even with which old gentleman does not praise him? As long as it is confirmed that this poem was written by Yuan Lai, then Wenbi is likely to win this time!

At this time, even if it was not done by Yuan, it must be done by Yuan.

Xiao Qiao shouted like this in public, which naturally disgusted all the gentlemen.

The old Confucian has limited secondary education, but he has lived for decades, and he is naturally more transparent than Xiao Qiao.

At this time, someone had already scattered the transcribed version of Yuan Lai's poem to everyone, and after reading this poem, all the doubts disappeared, leaving only inexplicable surprise and admiration.

At least on the surface, that's enough.

"Can Yuan Xiaogongzi follow me into Shouyang Tower? This article is not over yet, and it is better to see the result. One gentleman laughed.

Yuan came to see it, and also smiled, and was just about to nod and say yes, when suddenly his eyes paused, and he looked up at the railing on the second floor of Shouyang Building.

The door of a pavilion behind the floating corridor on the second floor suddenly opened.

An old man was the first to come out of the pavilion surrounded by a group of old gentlemen, and then he stood on the porch, looking down at the railing.

In the eye, it is Yuan Lai.

Someone exclaimed: "Master Wang is out of the cabinet!"