"Which of you comes first?"

At this time, Madame Gouyu asked again, and several maids behind her had already set up the four treasures of the study.

Glancing at these readers, Mrs. Gou Yu couldn't help but think: "All of them are pretentious on weekdays, either they are rich and rich, or they are quick-witted, but when it comes to this poem, they scratch their ears and cheeks one by one... ”

"In that case, then I'll come", as soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw the rich brother who had bought several poems before, squeezed out of the crowd.

This person's surname is Lu, his name is Hang, and he is the only son of the prefect of Hangzhou.

These rich brothers are not short of silver, for them, as long as they see the results, the process, can be solved with silver will never save a penny.

He had bought a lot of poems before, and he could recite a few lines no matter what he wrote.

Since it was a casual work, he just had to pick one of the poems he bought. At that moment, he picked a poem with the most words, after all, the more words there are, the more time to write, and the more time everyone looks at him, the longer the time.

He not only loves beauty, but also loves the limelight, and loves the feeling of being surrounded by people and eyes focused on him.

He was also not polite, and wrote: "Ask who is ashamed by the mood of the column, Su Ying is fragrant, the empty valley is just open, and the red sleeves are gone." Sigh away from the wild goose, even when it comes, who will be sorrowful? Thinking of the old rain, handing over the cold cold, turning over the cold flowers as snow flying. There are no peach and plum through the court, and the bright moon is alone on the jade diaphragm. ”

Although this word was bought by Lu Hang, but it was full of lovesickness, and in the end, he still felt that he was not happy, and he didn't care whether he rhymed or not, and added another sentence, "Wait for the clear chant to evoke Qian'e, the smoke wave upstairs, and the flowing water plays mandarin ducks." ”

In this way, Fang Cai nodded with satisfaction and put down the pen.

"Flowing water plays mandarin ducks, wonderful, wonderful" is not just someone who shouted, pointing out the essence of this poem.

Hearing this person's admiration, Lu Hang felt indescribably comfortable in his heart, after all, there was only this sentence, which he made himself, looking at the person who spoke before, he felt like a confidant.

The other scholars also looked at Lu Hang with admiration, he was the first to blatantly tease Lingyu girl, and the others didn't think about it overnight.

Everyone is still writing about acacia and Qiuyue, but he is the only one who is outstanding and writes about flirting, and he is really a member of my generation!

Brother Tai is amazing!

Although the first half of the painting style is extremely positive, and it is written about lovesickness, it is enough to have the last sentence. Everyone is used to seeing the same, but they are also willing to watch something else.

"Dude, do you have a good sentence in your chest?" A showman next to Jing Zhou poked him and asked with a smile.

Jing Zhou was dressed in white, his eyes were like stars, he was holding a folding fan, he had a romantic atmosphere, and his slender figure was extremely conspicuous even if he stood in the crowd.

At this time, Madame Gouyu also turned her head to look at him, but his handsome appearance was too conspicuous, and it was difficult for her to ignore it.

No matter what age this woman is, she will look at her face, if she has a choice, no young lady will marry a butcher, just like a scholar who looks down on the village girl.

Good wine with a good pot, good tea with good water, which woman doesn't have a dream of "royal brother" in her heart, especially Jing Zhou's dress like a jade son, which makes Mrs. Goyu like it more and more.

If there is something in the stomach, not a straw bag that does not learn and does not know how to learn, it will be even more perfect.

"It's just, how can this boy be so familiar?" , Mrs. Goyu pondered for a while, and then remembered that a portrait she had seen before seemed to be carved out of the same mold as the son in front of her.

"That portrait is also a white-clothed man holding a folding fan, but there are a few more graceful girls behind her."

However, the portrait is said to have been handed down from the Song Dynasty, and the son in the painting is the founder of this Yanbo Building. Come to think of it, there is really fate in the world, and after thousands of years, there are still people who look so similar. ”

After thinking for a while, Mrs. Gouyu became even more curious about Jingzhou, according to legend, the son in the painting was also a good poem written, and the writing was brilliant.

Mrs. Gouyu must not believe this, I think it was added by later generations in order to flatter the founder of this Yanbo Building, in this world, where can there be such a perfect person?

"Indeed, then, you must be optimistic."

Jing Zhou is not stage frightened, he said to Ren Yingying before that he is good at poetry and books, and he is not a lie.

Not to mention that he can count the 5,000-year history of China, discuss with his master, and fight wine with Li Bai, but it is not difficult for him to write words and do things.

"Brothers, let's see the beauty of the younger brother."

Jing Zhou stood outside and shouted such a sentence, naturally someone made way for him, some nodded, and some shook their heads.

"I don't know which son-in-law it is, but it's a good skin, I hope you don't make a fool of yourself!"

"Such a person, if there is something in the stomach, I think eighty percent of the clowns jump off the beam."

"Alas, my brother's words are wrong, I think this benevolent brother is magnificent, not like the person who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it."

It's not so simple to get into the eyes of the Lingyu girl. I don't know how many pretentious people have returned.

I don't know if the young man in white in front of me can have a masterpiece.

If Jing Zhou is really talented, and when he enters the Luhua Pavilion, they will have the capital to brag, and they will share the honor and disgrace when they talk about this matter with others.

Everyone saw Jing Zhou walk to the four treasures of the study, put the fan on the table, held the pen, dipped it in ink, and without thinking, waved the pen and wrote: "A little banana is green." ”

As soon as Jing Zhou finished writing this sentence, an old man next to him looked springy, shook his head, and couldn't help shouting: "Wonderful, wonderful", as if these words were from his hand.

A few people next to him heard the old man excitedly say that it was wonderful, and couldn't help but think: "I just wrote seven words, what's so wonderful?" Could it be that he is only a shallow learner and can't understand the implications of this? ”

They couldn't see what was wonderful, but they were too embarrassed to open their mouths to ask, so they could only frown and look at it. Otherwise, wouldn't he tell everyone that he was only a shallow learner and couldn't understand the wonderfulness of this?

"Dare to ask Master Li, what's the point of this?"

After all, someone was itching in their hearts and couldn't help but ask, and people who were not familiar with the old man were embarrassed to ask, but people who were familiar with each other had no concerns.

"If you want me to say, the young man's thin gold body has been passed down by Weizong Nine Points, the pen is thin, the demeanor is graceful, and he vaguely claims to be a faction, this word is really wonderful."

The old man tugged at his beard and shook his head, looking intoxicated.

The old man's explanation almost made the young people before stumble, they were thinking about how the poem was written, but the old man was reading the good writing, and the few people were not thinking about the same thing at all.

At that moment, they also calmed down to look at Jing Zhou's handwriting, and at this glance, they really felt that his thin gold body was extremely beautiful.

A few words on the rice paper are hidden in the folds, and the proud bones are exposed, as if there is a sense of cutting gold and breaking jade.

This thin gold sword is on the sidelines, it is difficult to practice, it is difficult to learn and master, and it is difficult to see anyone using this font.

It's not that this font is not beautiful, on the contrary, compared with the solemnity of the two bodies of Yan and Liu, this thin gold body has the rhyme of bamboo orchid, sonorous and powerful, the pen is like a sword, and it is more elegant and beautiful.

It's just that since Song Weizong, few people have been able to write a beautiful thin gold lian.

Moreover, the font of a deceased emperor is not loved by the imperial examination.

Suddenly, some people felt that no matter how Jing Zhou's poems were written, this handwriting alone could not make the Lingyan girl favor, perhaps, tonight, it would really be possible for the beauty held by the young man in white to return.

Jing Zhou ignored the words of others, one stroke just fell, one stroke rose again, and then wrote: "The sound reminds me of the beginning." I still have old books. The small characters of the mandarin duck still remember that the hands are unfamiliar. Tired eyes are low and confused, and re-viewing is blurry. The cold rain in the dark window is lonely, and it is expected that the situation should be exhausted, but is there any affection? ”

"This... This... ”