The Zhou family, Shengchun Garden, because of a storm in which Tang Yu escaped from the poetry meeting, the entire Zhou family fell into an extremely embarrassing situation.

In the backyard, in Madame's bedroom, Zheng Mei'er's face was pale, and she kept cursing the ungrateful man from the Qin State in her heart.

The Zhou family kindly took in their master and servant, and the master greeted them every once in a while, and the servants all served with their hearts, but ...... They actually made the Zhou family lose face in front of all the guests at such a time.

Imagine what kind of laughing stock the Zhou family will become in Wuling after today's poetry meeting?

"Madame, if there are three long and two short, I ...... Zheng Mei'er won't let them go if she is a ghost!" Zheng Mei'er said through gritted teeth.

"Mei'er, Mei'er......"

"Ah...... Madam, are you awake?" a hint of surprise appeared on Zheng Mei'er's pale face, and she hurriedly leaned over.

"Help me up!" said Mrs. Zhou.

"Madam, you have just fainted, and your body is weak, so you should lie down for a while!"

Mrs. Zhou struggled to prop herself up with her hands, and said, "What do you know, when the Zhou family suffers this catastrophe, how can I let my husband bear it alone." Hurry up and help me up, I want to see what means the Sima family, the martial family, and the Luo family have to deal with the master, hehe, although something happened to the Zhou family this time, we are also not afraid!"

A trace of perseverance flashed between Mrs. Zhou's eyebrows, and her body exuded an awe-inspiring and irreversible momentum.

The women did not let the eyebrows be bearded, and as the housemother of the Zhou family at the critical moment, Mrs. Zhou did not flinch.

Liu Meier didn't dare to disobey Mrs. Zhou's wishes, and carefully helped Mrs. Zhou to go straight to the side courtyard of Shengchun Garden.

At this time, the atmosphere of many talented people in the Shengchun Courtyard was warm, and the red-bripped horses outside rushed into the Shengchun Garden.

"Guide Poetry Club, Xie Cong, Xie Qinghou, "Spring Thoughts", Running Horse Poetry, Lishui Poetry Club, ......"

"Wuling No. 1 Middle School Poetry Club, Sun Chang, Sun Youming, "Rain River", Running Horse Poetry, Lishui Poetry Club......"

The sonorous and powerful shouts of the poetry knights resounded in the Shengchun Garden.

On the poetry writing table, Ma Tengyue copied the masterpieces from the top poetry club one by one, and many scholars had to praise the masterpieces after listening to them, and the masters and scholars expressed their opinions and commented.

Looking at the current situation, the Lishui Poetry Club should not have reached the stage of making poems on the proposition, and the atmosphere has not yet reached the most tense time.

Mrs. Zhou re-entered the side hall, causing a crowd to look sideways, she was fearless, looked around, and her brows gradually twisted.

The housekeeper Cai Chang hurriedly came over and said in a low voice, "Madam, the master is talking to Su Lao in the side hall. ”

"Old Su?" Mrs. Zhou raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "Take me over to see ......"

With Mei'er's support, Mrs. Zhou walked through the crowd.

Sima Tong and Luo Liqun arched their hands in a coy manner: "Mrs. Zhou, you still have to pay more attention to your body, your body and bones are important." You can rest assured, if Brother Hai has a few of us to take care of, it will not be in the way. Our four major businessmen usually have a close relationship, and when one party is in trouble, we should help, haha......"

The last haha came out of Luo Liqun's mouth, which was extremely harsh, causing the audience to laugh.

Mrs. Zhou smiled faintly and said, "A few family heads are polite, today is a poetry meeting, a grand event for the talented children of Lishui Middle School to show their talents, and our four families are just spectators." Everyone, if I don't have good hospitality, I still look at Haihan......"

Mrs. Zhou said a word, and Sima Tong and the others immediately shut up.

Mrs. Zhou said very clearly, everyone in the side hall is an observer, not the protagonist, since they are spectators, the poetry meeting is still going on, what are you excited about? Do you really think you can hold the Zhou family? Then you have to see the performance of the talents of the poetry club!

Several heads of the family were bored and retreated.

The ladies didn't understand Mrs. Zhou's semantics, and in the camp of several ladies and dependents, a shrill voice soon sounded:

"Today's poetry meeting, with the Zhou family's scholars, can they compare to our family's high scholars? I think the Zhou family is a duck and has a hard mouth, and I don't know what face the Wuling Zhou family will have in the Wuling academic community after today......

Mrs. Zhou's body trembled slightly, but she didn't answer, and went straight to the side hall.

In the side hall, Su Yong's voice was very low, and he said, "Master Zhou, the disappearance of the son has now been confirmed to be true. Can take away my son-in-law under the nose of the Zhou family, who in Wuling City has such ability?"

"Hey, it's all my fault, I took the invitation to the poetry club for my son, and my son didn't know about it. If I had known, I would definitely not have ...... today Hey......"

Su Yong sighed.

Mrs. Zhou was really irritated when she heard this, so she suddenly pushed the door open and said, "Old Su, is this your explanation of today's events? Poetry will be so important, why don't you tell your son-in-law in advance? Also, your son-in-law is bedridden at home on weekdays, why did he go out today?"

You can accept the invitation of the Lishui Poetry Club, or you may not accept it, but after receiving the invitation, no one will arrive, what will the Wuling academic community think of your son in the future?"

Mrs. Zhou asked three times in a row, and Su Yong frowned again and again.

Zhou Ruhai put his hands behind his back, turned his head, and said, "Madam, there is nothing for you here!"

He slowly approached Su Yong's side and said, "Brother Su, don't worry, I have already ordered to send people to find it, but today coincides with the poetry meeting, and Wuling is empty, but it is not a matter of a while to find someone." Otherwise, Brother Su, let's sit in the side courtyard first.

Today is the big day of the Lishui Poetry Club, as the proprietor, I can't help but entertain guests in the side courtyard, when things always come to an end, what does Brother Su think?"

Su Yong sighed, his face was worried, for a long time, he could only nod and say: "Brother Zhou, let's get busy, I won't go to the side hospital, I'll look for clues again......"

After Su Yong finished speaking, he suddenly got up, his body was like the wind, and he disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Mrs. Zhou looked coldly at the direction where Su Yong disappeared, and said, "This Su Yong, at this time, is still weaving these lies, is it possible that he still wants to ......"

"Madam, don't say it again! This matter is strange, Lord Tang has always done things in a dignified and upright manner, and Brother Su is the person he relies on the most, and he will definitely not say nonsense. It's just ...... today" Zhou Ruhai frowned slightly, changed his words, and said categorically: "Don't worry, the sky can't fall, let's go to the side courtyard!"

......

In Shengchun Garden, the ** of running horses and passing poetry has gradually passed, and many talented people have gradually returned to reality from their previous admiration, admiration, and admiration.

The key ** of the poetry meeting is coming.

The proposition of the poem begins immediately.

The host Ma Fuzi has already said the proposition, so he will use the poem title of Liu He of the Guide Poetry Club just now to the word "Night Rain".

After a stick of incense, it's time to grab the poetry seat.

All the scholars were thinking nervously, and even a few of the high-ranking scholars left their seats and began to pace around the garden.

In the VIP seat, the sandalwood on several cases curls, and the time passed minute by minute.

The atmosphere in the side courtyard was also shrouded in tension, and the spectators of the major families were staring at their own scholars, because the time for a showdown was approaching......

The Zhou family, Zhou Ruhai and Mrs. Zhou stared at their daughter Zhou Ruoshui with dead eyes, Mrs. Zhou clasped her hands together and secretly prayed to heaven, hoping that at this time, Zhou Ruoshui could turn the tide, and she was now the only hope for their husband and wife.

Zhou Ruoshui didn't get up, her face was very pale, and she seemed to be very entangled.

At this time, her mind was in a mess, and she unconsciously resurfaced the situation in the east wing that day, the star-eyed young man, frowning slightly, said in a very firm tone: "Write about the rainy night in spring, isn't it best to sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently?"

"Dive into the night with the wind, moisturize things silently" What a wonderful poem!

Although a short time has passed since that day, when Ma Fuzi used the word "night rain" as the proposition of today's propositional poem, an extremely clear picture immediately appeared in Zhou Ruoshui's mind.

"Why did you think of him again?" Zhou Ruoshui secretly blamed herself, she raised her head suddenly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

Half of the time for a stick of incense has passed, and I don't think about poetry at all, how can this be done?

She knows very well what today's poetry will mean to the Zhou family, if today's poetry will fail, and something like that happened before, tomorrow the Zhou family will be the laughing stock of the Wuling academic community.

The Zhou family is a family of businessmen, and they have no status in the academic world, and they have a chance to get involved with the academic world by spending 10,000 taels of silver a year.

After today, if the Zhou family is abandoned by the Wuling academic community, the Zhou family will be finished in the future......

"Why is it the proposition of 'night rain'? With such a poem as 'sneaking into the night with the wind and moisturizing things silently', where do you dare to make a poem about night rain? Where can you make a poem about night rain?"

I ask for a recommendation and collect it. There are more brothers urging changes. The update of the new book period must be mostly a fixed rhythm, I hope the brothers can understand. You can raise it a little, and Nanhua will try to do it every two days in the future............