"This son-in-law is a student, dare to ask, but Zhu Fu and Zhu Gongzi?" Pei Hong asked at Zhu Houwei, it was pure nonsense, because he knew the other nine scholars......

"It's Zhu Fu down there." Zhu Houwei got up and bowed back.

"Zhu Gongzi is a good poet, just now Lord Wang read Zhu Gongzi's words, and bluntly said that this trip is worthwhile."

As soon as these words came out, the other seven scholars who were invited all showed envious looks, only Tian Wen and Fan Tao were normal, because Zhu Houwei's masterpiece, they had already read it, and the conclusion was that it was better to sigh to themselves.

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, Lord Wang praised it falsely."

Pei Hong smiled and didn't answer, because if he continued, he would inevitably snub the other nine people, which was rude to Shilin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Lord Wang's second question is to compose a poem, without a title, but the poem needs to be a love poem, and the rhyme should be based on grievances and grace......"

The question type is out, whether it is the second round of the selected or the eliminated scholars, they are dumbfounded, to say that writing love poems is really not a thing, but the grievances to be written are still graceful?

Where is this poetry that a man can write? Li Yi'an, a tactful word sect, can only control it.

And Lord Wang is over half a hundred years old, and the previous topic "Sauvignon Blanc" is just that, and now he has to write love poems, and the scholars present have enough reason to suspect that this topic is not from Lord Wang at all, and the real person who wrote the question should be Pei Jia, but there is no way to confirm it.

Except for Zhu Houwei, the other nine are all thinking hard, but writing poems and lyrics depends on knowledge, talent, and understanding.

Zhu Houwei, who was quiet, almost didn't laugh crazy, he couldn't write poems, and he couldn't even remember all kinds of words in what format and how many words he wrote, but he could copy them.

Love poems? Plaintive? It's just a side dish.

"Why doesn't Zhu Gongzi use his pen?" Pei Hong saw that the other nine scholars had already begun to wave even though their old faces were blushing, but Zhu Fu had no intention of writing at all, so he couldn't help but ask out loud, but he regretted it after asking.

How old is Zhu Fucai? Looking at the age is definitely not more than fifteen years old, where can a fifteen-year-old boy understand love and love, he has not experienced how to write love poems, or sad love poems, the topic is indeed his sister, but at this moment Pei Hong feels that his sister is not kind, this is purely embarrassing.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan, waiting for idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable, Lishan language is half a night, tears and rain and zero bells will not complain, how to be like Bo Xing Jinyilang, than the wings and branches of the day."

"If Life Is Only as First Seen", which can be called the first term of Nalan Xingde, was muttered out by Zhu Houwei, and after reading it, Zhu Houwei sighed softly.

Smack......

A few scholars who are digging out their minds to make up grievances are completely stupid, this poem is more than a fart when it comes out, and it is purely self-inflicted humiliation if it is compared.

"Brother Zhu is talented, Tian is far from it, and he will leave." After saying that, he handed over to Pei Hong and left in style.

Tian Wen left, and the other eight also felt that they had no face to continue to stay, so they all surrendered their resignations, and those who remained on the scene became the scholars who were eliminated in the first round.

There are not many scholars who can come to participate in the poetry meeting and really come from poor families, so this reward is not only a little attractive to them in the first three, but also the fourth to tenth ones.

Zhu Houwei's poem is extremely complaining, even if it is placed in the long river of history, it will inevitably exude dazzling brilliance, and if they continue to write poetry, they will only be more embarrassed.

For scholars, if you can lose anything, you can't lose face, because the face of a scholar is the literary name.

Over there, Pei Hong had already written down the poem read by Zhu Houwei on the paper word for word, and then rushed into the tent and handed it to Old Man Wang.

"If a good life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan, a good one is idle but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable! If such a talented person is a spring man, he will only be able to get fame and take things, even if he is famous, it is not surprising. Old man Wang was completely excited.

After saying this, Old Man Wang's eyes looked at Pei Jia and smiled: "Girl, you also know in your heart your father's intention to let the old man come, listen to your uncle's words, if you can become the bride of this Zhu Fu, the glory of this life is just around the corner!"

Pei Jia's face suddenly turned red like a cloud, but she also read this poem, and it was so well written, I really don't know how a man can write such a sad poem from a woman's standpoint.

Could it be the genius of the heavens, the reincarnation of the poet immortal?

"Invite this Zhu Gongzi in, the old man should accept this handsome talent as a closed disciple!"

Pei Hong didn't say a word, and immediately turned around, and went out of the tent but saw no trace of Zhu Houwei.

"What about Zhu Gongzi?"

"Let's go...... Let's go. The servant stammered and replied, still not understanding why Zhu Houwei was leaving.

"Gone?" Pei Hong's eyes were full of disbelief, he took the lead but could become a student of Lord Wang, he didn't dare to say that his career was almost a certainty, and he also deliberately let the wind out, saying that his father intended to find a son-in-law for his daughter, which attracted the scholars to flock to it.

But Zhu Fu just swaggered away, what is this?

Don't look down on the daughter of the political envoy? Disdain for being a student who is a scholar? Or do you regard fame and fortune as dung?

Pei Hong didn't know, but he knew that when Zhu Fu left, his Feiying poetry meeting would become a joke, and even with Wang Yan's affairs, he also lost face, you want to accept others as students, but people don't fancy you......

There is also the political envoy yamen, and people don't like it......

Pei Hong wanted to vomit blood......

"Gone?" Old man Wang also froze, and then smiled: "I am proud of my talents, I didn't expect this son to be brilliant, and he has a proud body on his body, so you can inquire where this Zhu Fu is located, and the old man will come to the door in person!"

Pei Jia's brothers and sisters were shocked, a province went to the door of a showman in person, or was it to accept students?

If this is preached, no one will dare to believe it......

And the old man Wang and their father have a good relationship, the two brothers and sisters know this old man well, and know that this old man is very stubborn, and it can even be said that he never has sand in his eyes.

Now just because of two poems, I am impressed by this Zhu Fu, seeing such a situation, is it possible to make an exception and open the back door in person?

Pei Hong had a question mark on his stomach, but he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly went out to arrange for someone to find it, and specially explained that he only needed to follow to find Zhu Houwei's whereabouts, and then hurriedly announced the successful conclusion of this Feiying Poetry Meeting......

"Yongwangfu?" Old man Wang was stunned for a moment, and then said to Pei Jia with a wry smile: "I didn't expect this young man to be the current Yongwang, no wonder he disdains to become an old man's student, and the old man is indeed not qualified to become a Yongwang teacher, it's a pity, girl, you are also a pity......