"It's noisy!"

On the edge of the Wuling River, Shen Xiaozhu stood in the octagonal pavilion near the river, staring at the picturesque river scenery in front of him with watery eyes, and sighed!

Behind her, the entire Wuling City fell into complete madness, this is the charm of the poetry club.

"Everything is inferior, only reading is high. As a magic apprentice in the West, the prosperity of the city has nothing to do with her Shen Xiaozhu.

The March Wing Chun Poetry Meeting, starting from the end of the unitary time, will continue until the end of the sub-time, for more than three hours, and during this time, Shen Xiaozhu can only be independent by the river.

The streets inside and outside the Holy See have been completely blocked by the flow of people chasing the poetry club.

And all the streets near her residence were also occupied by people, and she just went to send some materials to Teacher Ruth, and after a short delay, she became the home she is now and cannot go back.

In fact, every time there is a major poetry meeting, Shen Xiaozhu is evasive, who made him a magic apprentice in the Holy See School?

Where can the Western learn strange and obscene skills, where can it be compared with the orthodox talent?

But today, she can't escape, she can only be forced to face, her ears are full of all kinds of discussions about the talents of the poetry club, the names of these peers are so dazzling, they are known to women and children in Wuling, how can she be as unknown as Shen Xiaozhu?

Unconsciously, she thought of the appearance of Tang Gongzi in her mind again.

"It's clear that he is a son of a scholarly family, why do you want to study Western studies? If you are from a scholarly family, I am afraid you will never choose Western studies!"

"Although from the mouth of the Holy See priest, Western learning is the origin of all things, the mysteries of heaven and earth are all in Western learning, and Eastern learning and Western learning have their own strengths and should go hand in hand, but the reality is that talent and learning are the fundamental ......."

"What a strange person, but his level of Western learning is indeed very high, and he can't compare with it. Look at his age is younger than himself!" Unconsciously, the corners of Shen Xiaozhu's mouth curled slightly.

She thought of the situation when Tang Yu ridiculed Wang Mao that day, and now she thinks about it is still very energetic and enjoyable, maybe the priest is right, after all, one day, the East will realize the value of Western learning, and someone will speak for Western learning.

Isn't that what Tang Gongzi is all about?

Thinking of this, she gradually became more cheerful in her heart, feeling that as a magic apprentice, she also had a bright future in the future, and she had been favored by the Holy See since she was a child, but she must not be as ungrateful as Wang Mao and betray the Holy See......

"Huh?"

Shen Xiaozhu's eyebrows raised slightly, and she turned her head to find that there was a little girl in the pavilion at some point.

Look at this girl, she is only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a thin pigtail on her head, dressed in the costume of a maid from a large family, and her face is delicate, but her eyes are weeping, and she is bowing her head and sobbing softly.

Looking at its appearance, the pear blossoms bring rain, and it seems that there are endless sad things, which is really pitiful.

"Little sister, what's wrong with you? Is there too many people on the street to go back?" Shen Xiaozhu leaned over and said softly.

The little girl Mu Ran looked up at Shen Xiaozhu, for a long time, her mouth pouted, she cried, and said in a trembling voice: "I...... My home...... Childe is gone!I'm ...... I can't find ......"

Shen Xiaozhu frowned and looked ahead.

As far as she can see, the streets and alleys are full of people, the flow of people is rolling, even the magic sedan chair does not dare to travel, a little maid and son are lost, it is probably a very common thing.

"Little sister, don't cry, your son-in-law will definitely chase the horse and pass the poem, and the poem will definitely go back on his own safely, no need for you to worry!"

The little girl didn't speak, just shook her head, but the tears flowed more.

Shen Xiaozhu was helpless for a while, and hurriedly said, "Little sister, what's your name?"

The little girl looked Shen Xiaozhu up and down, with some vigilance in her eyes, and more helplessness: "I...... My name is Dong'er, and my son-in-law's surname is Tang ......"

"Surname Tang?" Shen Xiaozhu was shocked, thinking to himself that this Tang Gongzi could it be him?

As soon as he thought of this, Shen Xiaozhu said: "Little sister, does your son-in-law often wear a white silk rolled......-sleeved robe? is so tall, the bun is high, the eyebrows are starry, and every day I will inevitably go to the Wuling River to jog along the river......"

"Ah......h

"Miss, do you know my son-in-law, do you know where my son-in-law has gone now?"

"This ......" Shen Xiaozhu could only shake his head and said, "I don't know about this either......"

The brilliance in Dong'er's eyes gradually dimmed, and tears were about to come out again.

"Little sister Dong'er, if I don't accompany you to find Tang Gongzi, maybe Tang Gongzi will go to the poetry meeting!"

Dong'er shook her head again and again, and said, "No, the son escaped from the poetry club, lord and lady...... He fainted with anger, and he ...... He won't go to the poetry club......"

"Huh?" Shen Xiaozhu was startled and escaped from the poetry club?

This Tang Gongzi is really bold.

However, Shen Xiaozhu did not suspect that Dong'er was lying, because Tang Yu had personally said that he wanted to enter the Holy See School, and he should be extremely obsessed with Western learning, which was a big taboo among scholars.

It's no wonder that his parents are dizzy.

"I really can't imagine that there is really a person like the priest said in Wuling City, this Tang Gongzi is like a new hero, I guess Master Zeng Guoshi was just like that, right?"

......

Jiangxin Island, the guide poetry will be very popular from the beginning.

The two talented Xie Cong and Liu He came up to be the top prize, and the guaranteed poems of the two Xie Cong's "Spring Night" and Liu He's "Night Rain" were inseparable, and the battle for the top prize had to be composed by the proposition of Master Meng.

Master Meng's proposition is the word "peach blossom".

Xie Cong was quick to think, and he paced seven steps in the square poetry seat and made a poem "Spring Thoughts".

Among them, the good sentence "the grass is green and the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are chaotic and the plum flowers are fragrant" is wonderful, and as soon as this sentence comes out, Liuhe does not dare to take the proposition of "peach blossoms".

You must know that the proposition is a poem, the first is better than the talent, the talent is quick to take the lead, and then the content is compared. If you fall behind in the talent, the poems made later can surpass the front, and you can still win later.

However, Xie Cong's poem is wonderful in terms of talent and content, and Liu He thought that he could not make a better poem, and immediately won the first place by Xie Cong.

And this "Spring Thoughts" also accompanied by the news that Xie Cong won the first place in the Guide Poetry Club, and quickly spread throughout Wuling City.

Next, Xie Cong's first poem, with the proposition of the word "Qingliu" in this "Spring Thought", the guide poetry meeting was officially opened.

A proposition, hundreds of talented people immediately improvised poems.

Those who are quick in their thinking are the fastest to ascend to the poetry table and chant their own poems.

The proposition of "green willow" lasted ten poems, and it was not until Ma Feng, a senior scholar, and Ma Zhiyu made a wonderful sentence of "willow-colored green and green pastoral new", and this proposition was over.

And Ma Feng's poem "Spring Willow" was passed on by the horse and circulated throughout Wuling City.

Next, Ma Feng used the word "green water" in the spring willows to propose, and it was another dragon fight.

Tang Yu sat behind Xie Cong and was really stunned when he saw this scene.

are all talents, amazing talents, they can make poems just by blurting out, can they use it so well?

Seeing this scene, he was timid in his heart, and felt that if he insisted on attacking talents, he might not be able to succeed, looking at it, needless to say, the people in the VIP seat were all powerful characters, and everyone was taller than him when they participated in the poetry meeting.

To learn from talents, Tang Yu felt that he should be the first to the bottom.

Thinking of this, he felt depressed in his heart, and gradually his interest was not as high as before.

And the poetry meeting was so intense, the scholars all meditated hard, immersed in the poems, and no one had the time to take care of him, so he naturally became the most idle person.

When he got to the back, he was simply bored, usually he would have slept at the beginning of the unitary hour, but now with the passage of time, in the middle of the hour, he finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, and actually fell asleep in the hustle and bustle of the audience.

Fortunately, the square was large enough, and many scholars were crowded together, so it was not easy to see everyone in the VIP seats.

And the surrounding scholars are all involved in fighting poetry, and no one pays attention to him, otherwise he will be out of the ocean today......

The new book list has finally gone up, but the position is very unstable, and the brothers need to continue to work hard to smash the tickets!