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He Chang smiled, Xu Hao smiled, and Gu Meng also smiled.

In their opinion, it is long overdue to clean up these literati who sell their fame, lest they fight for fame at major literary conferences and show off with poems that have been held back in a few months, or even a year, which is simply extremely dirty.

Everyone else was dumbfounded, although there were some poems of Yongju in their heads, but most of them were associated with words such as autumn wind and Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was obviously not appropriate to take them out.

But with such a good opportunity, everyone was unwilling to give up the idea of being in the limelight, and they couldn't help but feel anxious.

Zhang Wenqi, who was hiding in the crowd, was the same, he spent hundreds of taels of silver to buy poems from a few old talents and people, thinking that it could have a blockbuster effect, but now it seems impossible to achieve it.

Just when everyone was searching their intestines and scratching their ears and cheeks, the music sounded.

Several uniformly dressed musicians walked out of the left door, and more than a dozen dancers in purple tulle light clothes appeared through the right door, and their dancing postures immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Whether in terms of dress, appearance, or posture, the dancing girl far surpassed the five maids just now.

In the face of the maids, many people are no longer able to control it, let alone at this moment, the dancing girls' wonderful posture and sweet smiles on their faces make everyone unable to extricate themselves.

Qin Mo frowned slightly, his mental age was far beyond his actual age, so he could remain calm and whispered: "Three, the juniors are participating in the Wenhui for the first time, and they don't know much about this activity, so I want to ask, is the Wenhui like this?"

Xu Hao and He Chang retracted their gazes at the same time, Gu Meng shook his head and said: "To tell the truth, this is more like the scene that often appears in the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou, and there are also talented women in ordinary literary meetings, but most of them are beautiful and dignified. ”

Xu Hao and He Chang glanced at each other and said, "This is the first time the official has seen this kind of scene, and the owner of this garden is quite scheming. ”

He Chang felt the same way, saying: "Maybe she is digging a hole for the fame and reputation fishermen, so that they are deeply immersed in it, and they don't have time to meditate on the poems that meet the situation." ”

"Is this going to be the case, since it is a cultural meeting, why should the organizers deliberately affect everyone's performance, this is unreasonable. Qin Mo objected.

Gu Meng raised his eyebrows and said, "Unless she has another purpose." ”

At this time, the main entrance of the garden opened left and right, and six maids rushed out, and a stunning beauty in a pink palace dress smiled and slowly followed behind the maids.

"It's Miss Xin'er, it's her!" someone exclaimed.

Qin Mo looked at it, the woman known as Xin'er Girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, the standard melon seed face plus delicate facial features, as well as beautiful hair accessories and headdresses complemented each other, and the light makeup set off her original snow-white complexion more perfectly.

Her height is about five and a half feet, that is, more than one meter six and five, such a height can be regarded as standing out in the Great Song Dynasty.

In addition, the belt she used to tie her waist is very high, and her waist and legs are longer, to paraphrase a modern Internet phrase - there are legs below the chest, which is enough to meet the requirements of playing with the New Year.

Her appearance made the original light of the maid and the dancing girl shorter in an instant, and the eyes of the audience were focused on her.

She did not show the slightest nervousness because of the attention, the smile on her face was more natural, and she said in a beautiful voice like a yellow warbler: "Thanks to all the talents who did not give up, came to the Dragon Boat Festival on time, let the garden shine, and the little woman thanked her first." ”

After speaking, she gave everyone a win-win salute.

Everyone's hearts were happy, and they all said that Miss Xin'er didn't need to be polite, and some unpromising guys even said that being able to participate in this year's literary meeting was a blessing from eight lifetimes, which caused the beautiful women to laugh.

In previous years, the literary meeting reached the highest atmosphere when everyone was fighting poetry, but this year, because of the appearance of beautiful women, it was a high tide from the beginning.

After a period of greetings, Xin'er ordered the waiter to bring over a table and arrange the four treasures of the study.

In previous years, talented people rushed to be the first, for fear that their masterpieces would be left behind, but now, no one dared to step forward.

Faced with this result, Xin'er's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and she said with a smile: "You talents don't need to be modest, who is willing to be the first to dedicate poems for everyone to evaluate?"

As soon as these words came out, several guys who dreamed of being able to kiss Fang Ze couldn't help but be eager to try.

Xin'er continued: "Since it is a poem and lyrics, there must always be a direction, so it is better to take the scenery in this garden as a proposition, everyone, please." ”

A few of the guys immediately wilted, thinking that they could fish in troubled waters with the prepared poems, but now it seems that there is no chance at all.

Among them is Zhang Wenqi, who was unwilling, and suddenly accidentally saw Qin Mo standing in the corner, his eyes rolled, and he said in his heart Since I don't have the opportunity to get the favor of Miss Xin'er, I might as well take the opportunity to take revenge on the enemy, which is also worth the trip.

He lowered his head, raised his left hand and pinched his nose, and said in a changed tone: "I heard that Qin Case Chief was invited to participate in the literary meeting, why don't you let him do this first poem, everyone just appreciates the literary brilliance of the world's first child, what do you think?"

It's not loud, but because the courtyard is unusually quiet, it can be easily spread to every corner.

Miss Xin'er smiled, her two beautiful eyebrows turned into curved crescents, and said, "Where is the head of the Qin case, why don't you come forward to say hello to everyone?"

Gu Meng shook his head at Qin Mo, meaning that he could just stand here and reply, and don't step forward, otherwise he would have to compose a poem on the spot.

Scribes and literati are very similar in name, but in fact they are completely different, the scribes mainly practice the four paths, and the literati study the classics of the sages and write poems and articles.

That said, it is not surprising that a high-ranking scribe may have been average in terms of literary style.

It is rare to find a scribe like Gu Meng who has such a useful talent.

Qin Mo smiled slightly and said, "The beauty invites, how can the student hide his head and shrink his tail." Don't worry, doctor, as your student, writing poetry is such a trivial thing as not bothering me. ”

With that, he stepped forward.

"You wait......" Gu Meng looked anxious, trying to stop him but it was too late.

If you can't make a poem in front of everyone, it's a very shameful thing, and if you don't do a good poem, it will also damage your reputation, after all, he has the name of the world's first child, how many people are looking forward to him in public.

Zhang Wenqi's conspiracy succeeded, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Xu Hao frowned and asked, "Doctor, can Ziyi compose poetry?"

Gu Meng shook his head and said, "Ziyi has never written poetry. ”

He Chang was anxious: "Then he still dares to go up, isn't he asking for trouble!"

Gu Meng said helplessly: "Who said no, I just said something to stop it, but he didn't listen! Hey, in front of beautiful women, people will always do everything possible to show themselves, especially those who are not deeply involved in the world, in order to fight for a smile, they don't care about anything." ”

Xu Hao shook his head and said: "Ziyi shouldn't be such a person, since he dares to go up, the official believes that he has a number in his heart." ”

It's easier said than done to make a poem about a chrysanthemum in May.

The crowd moved out of the way, and Qin Mo strode towards the table.

Xin'er stood beside the table, looked him up and down, and praised: "The first child in the world is really extraordinary, and the young man is full of heroism, and he is worthy of being the founder of two new calligraphy penmanship and beast chess." ”

Everyone showed envy, and it was definitely a great honor to be able to get Miss Xin'er's appreciation in person.

Qin Mo's face was indifferent, and he smiled slightly: "The girl praised it falsely, the student just took advantage of the teacher's light, and he didn't dare to be arrogant." ”

Xin'er showed appreciation on her face, and praised again: "The head of the Qin case is so modest, not only won the name of the head of the Shuangjia Tongsheng and the palace test, but also won the title of His Majesty the Emperor, and the little woman admires it. ”

Qin Mo noticed everyone's unkind gaze, being able to be favored by beautiful women was something that everyone dreamed of, and now that he had taken the lead, he would naturally become the target of everyone.

Zhang Wenqi pinched his nose again, and before he could speak, someone couldn't help but say: "Since the head of the Qin case has come to the front of the case, you might as well make a poem for everyone to taste, how about it?"

Everyone was waiting for him to be planted, because he was only eighteen years old, and he was a scribe, so he must be weak in poetry and poetry.

Xin'er also made a gesture of please, and her face was expectant.

Isn't it just composing poetry, can't you do it and can't copy it?

In his previous life, because he was interested in calligraphy, he would create more than he copied, and the poetry of the ancients was the preferred content, and he studied the poems of various dynasties.

He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper: light red and light white and dark yellow, clusters of new makeup bursts of incense. The infinite branches are of good color, and the poor opening is not for Chongyang.

This is the Ming Dynasty poet Qiu Jun's "Yongdai", which has a profound meaning.

The Maychrysanthemum in the courtyard happens to be mainly pink, beige and dark yellow, which is suitable for the occasion.

A few old scholars nodded while brushing their beards, and they were able to make a seven-character poem in such a short time, and the scene of Maychrysanthemums blooming in the courtyard was a quick idea.

But the younger people didn't think so, and someone said in a sour tone: "This literary meeting is presided over by Miss Xin'er, plus the garden is full of purple and red and high-ranking friends, it should be a grand event, Qin Case Chief made such a complaining word, a little unpleasant, right?"

Qin Mo smiled indifferently and did not take it to heart.

Miss Xin'er was very interested in this kind of sentimental poetry, and retorted: "Poetry is for lyricism, joy and sorrow are love, why not spoil the scenery." ”

Hearing such a comment, the person who spoke before made a big red face and quickly lowered his head and shrank into the crowd.

Qin Mo opened his mouth and said: "Thank you girl for speaking up, but what this benevolent brother said just now also has some truth, the student is not talented, and he is willing to make another poem and give it to the owner and the guests to taste." ”

After speaking, he changed a piece of paper and raised his pen to write: Xunfeng Palace Cherry Festival, Shen Tanjiao under the blue screen window. The small fan is slightly cool, and the summer days are long. The savage is very interesting and does not ask Yan Liang. The old garden is easy to cultivate, and the chrysanthemum-flower blooms in May.

This is a song "Bodhisattva Man", every word is beautiful.

Miss Xin'er's eyes lit up, and she read the whole poem out in a nice voice, and the scene became very quiet.

The corners of Qin Mo's mouth rose, and the young master of the heart Dao came from the modern era after nine hundred years, although he missed the first half of the Tang Dynasty and the Great Song Dynasty, where poetry was the most prosperous, but it was enough to deal with you dirt buns.

(To be continued.) )