Seeing that Gu Huai had been silent, Tsundere Lori took another candied fruit, feeling that this disciple was playing tricks again, Zhu Gaochi frowned, and still complained in his heart that this son-in-law didn't know how to lift, while the other talented people who came to participate in the poetry meeting turned their heads and ears.

"Do you know this person? What's the matter? I don't know how to look at the occasion. ”

"Someone who will look at the occasion can offend the grassland lord? Hearing them say that it was staring at the woman that this happened, it was really scary... Can you also be called a reader? Insulting Sven. ”

"Hey, reader? Didn't you listen to the words just now to point out that this person is a son-in-law? What kind of scholar with a strong character would be a son-in-law? ”

"That makes sense."

"Looking at its appearance, there is no fear, is it self-contained? It's too arrogant..."

"I'm afraid I don't have any real talent to learn..."

The voice is not high, but it can just reach everyone's ears, Zhu Gaochi's brows are furrowed deeper and deeper, and there are already three candied fruits in Tsundere Lori's small mouth.

Gu Huai still maintained the posture of arching his hands, as if he hadn't heard this discussion, he was a little surprised and a little grateful for Tsundere Lori's help, in his opinion, tonight this matter may end here, leaving people with the impression that they can't be a human being, it's better than becoming a joke in Jeonbeiping.

However, a figure jumped out to block the direction of his hand.

"Brother Gu, let me say a fair word in the future, you must know that this is your fault," Xiao Heshuo smiled lightly, "The Winter Poetry Club has always been a major event in the literary world of Beiping, and Brother Gu is also a scholar, let's not talk about insulting things such as blaspheming the county lord or something, why did even the prince come forward to turn around, and he still refused to make a poem to end the matter?" Just now someone said that Brother Gu doesn't have any real talent and learning, and he doesn't believe it, and it is fate to be able to get to know Brother Gu, so why don't you just wait for a while and let Brother Gu find some inspiration? ”

He and Pu Hong, who was also smiling, looked at each other, and continued: "Of course, whether the poem is good or not, everyone here must be able to understand it, as long as it is a good poem, the county lord will be discouraged, and when this matter spreads, it can be regarded as adding a good name to Brother Gu. Go to the political envoy yamen to sue him! Isn't that pleasant? ”

He said that he was dancing and smiling, Gu Huai slowly put down his arched hands, looked at him quietly, and laughed after a while.

The arch fire arched well, so that Zhu Gao's blazing mud could not be reconciled.

"Young and frivolous, it is reasonable, and everyone has a love for beauty, today all of you are virtuous and good friends here, and there are so many women who sing poetry, as long as Brother Gu does a good job of poetry, are you afraid that you can't be famous in Beiping? With such a grand intention, where did you come from and can't make poetry, Brother Gu can let go of it! ”

After he said this, the discussion in the hall suddenly started again, looking at the faces of many scholars, obviously agreeing with this very much, and in the midst of a nod, another voice sounded:

"Brother Gu, since everyone says so, don't shirk it, for your brother I believe in your talent, it's a good thing for young people to be obscure, but occasionally you have to show your edge, you were a talent when you were young, and you only studied behind closed doors when you entered the world, today my brother brought you over to participate in the poetry meeting, you just let go of some, how about it?"

Gu Huai turned his head, Pu Hong, who was smiling, gently patted him on the shoulder like a really good brother, his words were slow and reasonable, and his tone was full of trust, as if he was really happy that he had a good opportunity to urge poetry for such a big man, Gu Huai's eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth wanted to provoke, but it turned into an arc that sounded downward, this smile was actually a little weird in Pu Hong's opinion, so that he wanted to stop the words of adding firewood.

It's really a happy scene, the lord of Zhongshan Wang and the prince of Yan give themselves a head, and their fate friend Xiao Heshuo and intimate brother Pu Hong are building momentum for themselves, especially the latter two, praising themselves as if it is not normal to make good poems.

Gu Huai's gaze turned back to Tsundere Lori, among these people, Zhu Gaochi had to come forward because his aunt spoke, Xiao Heshuo and Pu Hong would spare no effort to jump out because they wanted to die by themselves, only Tsundere Lori really wanted to save herself, and if it weren't for her, she might have been gouged out by now.

In the end, this matter was caused by himself, although most of it was because of bad luck, but staring at other people's clothes is also an indisputable fact, to say what Gu Huai is thinking about the most now, it is not that he regrets whether he set his sights on another place just now, but is thinking about if he is not a son-in-law but a big man, will this grassland county lord not want to gouge out his eyes, but want to dance to show himself.

The hall was quiet for a moment, after Pu Hong's words fell, others waited for Gu Huai's reaction, the gentle and elegant Lu Yuze struggled for a long time, although he wanted to stand up and solve the siege, but he didn't know what to say, and then he saw Gu Huai straighten up, and walked past Pu Hong, and said lightly: "It's okay." ”

Pu Hong still wanted to speak, but Gu Huai walked straight to a low table, there was a pen and paper left by the previous scholar Fu Shi on it, and the brush and ink on the shelf had not yet dried, and there was a gloating scholar sitting next to the low table, but when he saw Gu Huai Gujing Wubo's eyes were slightly stagnant, he stood up.

Gu Huai picked up the brush, his expression was calm, he didn't know what he was thinking, he dipped the tip of the wolf's pen into the inkstone inkstone, and paused slightly.

His gaze crossed over to Xiao Heshuo and fell on Pu Hong, he was still the same, with a shallow smile, a tall figure, and a good temperament, he was the kind of man that women liked the most.

"The New Year is approaching, I am fortunate to participate in today's poetry meeting, since you are so generous, you don't dare to hide your clumsiness and offer ugliness!"

The pen edge moistens the paper, there is no sense of stagnation of inferior paper, I think it is, the largest poetry club in Beiping, the paper used must be the best rice paper, the papermaking technology of the Ming Dynasty has been very developed, and it really has the taste of A4 paper in later generations.

But the brush is different from the fountain pen after all, even with the muscle memory of the predecessor, the words written are still not so good-looking, and by the time the first word is written, Gu Huai has already decided to change to wild grass.

Writing very slowly, naturally reading slowly, Lu Yuze stood aside, and after a while, read out the written words.

"Magnolia... Quasi-ancient decisive words Cambodian friends..."

His voice was clear, and there was the usual tone of a scholar, and the whole hall could hear it clearly, and the voice of discussion gradually subsided, only his recitation remained, and after a while, his face became much more solemn, and even his standing posture became formal, and he read:

"Life... If only... As first seen,"

Some scholars frowned, the first sentence of resentment was so heavy? Combined with tonight's situation, this Gu Huai is afraid that he is going to make poetry.

It's just that although this sentence has some flavor, it does not have the kind of rhetoric that is common in today's Ming poetry, and it is a little incompatible with today's poetry meeting.

But after a few moments, their faces changed.

Lu Yuze sighed slightly, looked around, and read out the next sentence:

"What's the autumn wind... Sad fan. ”