"It's only at this time that it's delivered?"

"Yes, it was Cao Wei's poem written on the road, and the adult also said that it was up to the young lady to decide whether to publicize it, and this was also a chance for the adult to give Cao Wei for the sake of the young lady."

"What you did on the road was so hurried, didn't Guo Jia tell him in advance?"

Murong Qing sighed.

Normally, with the level of Cao Wei's performance before, if you add her guidance, you may still have the opportunity to get Shi Zizheng's comments.

Maybe it's a little better than the poem He Miqing wrote just now.

But to be honest, after she knew the true purpose of this poetry meeting, it didn't matter what the poems Cao Wei wrote.

After all, Shi Di is facing a major event in life, and opportunities like her can be found again in the future.

Then.

Shi Di's voice interrupted Murong Qing's thoughts.

"Who will do what the young man thinks. Reading to serve the country must be there eventually. Don't think about it for a day. Very infinitely hurtful. Youth is easy to pass. How much do you know about gray hair. Mo Dao is old. Sideburns in the mirror. ”

Shi Di's voice fell, and everyone looked at Cui Zhe who was in front of the table again.

Cui Zhe is still ancient and modern, but Shi Di called the servant girl again and handed over the poem to the handmaid.

"Sure enough, it's still Cui Gongzi!"

"Yes, except for Cui Gongzi, all our poems have been suppressed."

"It seems that Cui Gongzi has overwhelmed everyone this time, and there is no suspense."

Everyone sighed, but no one was convinced.

Whether it is status or poetry, they cannot be compared with Cui Zhe.

Even if they knew the proposition in advance, except for Cui Zhe, no one's poems were sent alone.

Shi Di smiled again and said to everyone: "The hour is almost up, do you still have poetry works?" ”

"No ......"

"Cui Gongzi's literary brilliance, I have seen it today!"

"Yes, we are all willing to bow down, so we don't have to continue to sacrifice ugliness."

Seeing that everyone gave up, Shi Di also nodded with great satisfaction: "Since this is the case, let's move and prepare to ......."

"Wait!"

Wang Yuan's voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked back at Wang Yuan, and even Shi Di and Cui Zhe also set their eyes on Wang Yuan at this time.

Wang Yuan smiled slightly, and then arched his hand to everyone and said, "There are still poems here that have not been handed in, why don't you appreciate them?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Murong Qing's face instantly showed unhappiness: "Wang Yuan, what do you want to do?" ”

Wang Yuan smiled and pointed at the official: "Sister Qing'er, since the poems have been sent, why hide them, then Cao Wei is the Huiyuan who will be tested this year, why don't you let me wait for an appreciation?" Maybe she can also be favored by Miss Shi Di? ”

As soon as the words were finished.

Someone in the crowd immediately began to cater to them.

"Oh? Could it be that Brother Wang is talking about the poems written by Cao Huiyuan? ”

Wang Yuan pretended to be a pity and sighed: "Yes, this person was supposed to come to the poetry meeting, but for some reason, he didn't dare to come, and now he can only let someone send it on his behalf, really, hey......"

He knew Cao Wei's level.

The poems written in the Qinglou at the beginning are also okay, but the most important thing is that the scene at that time adds points.

Aside from such customs, it's nothing at all.

Moreover.

He just heard that this poem was actually written by Cao Wei on the road, and I am afraid that he can't even play at a normal level!

If Murong Qing took the initiative to publicize it, it would be fine, but now he doesn't dare to look at it, isn't he worried that Cao Wei will be embarrassed?

The more this is the case, the more he wants to show Cao Wei's poems to the public, so that Cao Wei will lose face in front of everyone.

"Since Brother Wang has said so, then you can also take a look, after all, it is a cold door Huiyuan, maybe there will be some surprises!"

"Yes, yes, so I'm very curious about this Hanmen Huiyuan named Cao Wei!"

"It's a pity that this person is cowardly, we are all literati, how can we laugh at him?"

"This brother Tai said well, the poetry club is mainly about communication, how can he laugh at others because of poor poetry? Instead, it should be an incentive! ”

As more and more people coaxed, Shi Di couldn't help frowning slightly, he was nothing, after all, he was just wasting some time.

Even if it was written to the level of his father's review, she could not have put it in her father's hands.

Merely.

Now Murong Qing's expression is very ugly.

Because of Wang Yuan's remarks, even the prisoners who were originally watching the scenery in the nearby corridor also looked here.

Speaking of Cao Wei.

They know a lot better than these out-of-town boys.

Naturally, I was also curious about what was so special about Cao Wei, who was also a prisoner, that could make Wang Yuan pay so much attention.

Anyway, if you look at the excitement, they will naturally not be troublesome.

Wang Yuan saw that the momentum was about the same, so he saluted the official of the Ministry of Rites who came to deliver the poems, and said, "This lord, can you give the words to Wang for appreciation?" ”

Seeing this, the official naturally hesitated slightly.

Murong Qing thought for a long time, and finally sighed deeply: "Forget it, if he wants to see it, show it to him!" ”

"Okay."

The official nodded slightly, and then handed the poem into Wang Yuan's hands.

"Thank you, sir!"

Wang Yuan saluted with satisfaction, and then walked towards Shi Di with the poem.

Murong Qing looked at Wang Yuan's back full of disdain, and then she turned her head and said to the official who sent the poem:

"By the way, where are my dad's now?"

"It's only a dozen miles away, and it won't be long before you reach the villa."

Murong Qing muttered: "Hey, my father just likes to put on a show, and he has no concept of time at all, so he probably came here just to catch up with lunch, right?" ”

The official was a little embarrassed, so he had to explain: "Actually, my lord, he has come to this point every time he has a poetry meeting. ”

"Forget it, I won't say more, lest he say that I don't understand his so-called way of being an official."

Speaking of which.

Murong Qing looked at Wang Yuan in the crowd, and his face was full of confusion.

After Wang Yuan made such a fuss, if Cao Wei came with him later, I am afraid that he would lose face!

thought of the picture of Cao Wei helping her out of the siege when she first stepped into the dormitory a few days ago.

She is also Cao Wei's husband anyway, Cao Wei was able to help her speak, but now she can't help Cao Wei do anything, and a strong sense of guilt suddenly sprouts in her heart.

And now Wang Yuan is hyping up Cao Wei's entrance examination to others, which seems to be praising Cao Wei, but if he is not worthy of his name, he is afraid that he will be more ridiculed.

No surprises.

Later, Wang Yuan will also follow the rules and hand over this poem to Shi Di to read.

"No, I can't let my sister read it." Murong Qing frowned, and hurriedly walked quickly into the crowd.

Seeing this, Wang Yuan quickly stopped boasting about Cao Wei, turned around and put the unopened poem in his hand directly in front of Shi Di's table:

"Miss Lao Shi tastes and tastes this Cao Huiyuan's work!"

Obviously, it was only a few steps, but Murong Qing didn't catch up, and with her identity, it was naturally impossible to directly shout to Shi Di not to read it.

To avoid embarrassment, she had to cover her ears and keep muttering in her heart:

"Cao Wei, sir, I'm sorry for you......"

Shi Di is also very smart, she seems to be aware of Murong Qing's abnormality when she sees it, and she just thinks that no matter what, she will take a look first.

If it's okay to write, it's okay to read it, but if it's unsightly, it's just under your hand.

After all, Murong Qing also gave her enough face, and it didn't seem to be too difficult for her.

"Miss Shi, please read ......"

Wang Yuan's opening in front of him interrupted Shi Di's thoughts.

She had no choice but to slowly pick up the poem, and her beautiful eyes swept over, but in the next moment, the whole person was shocked, the two willow eyebrows were tightly closed, and the pupils shrank sharply.

"Such a state of mind ......"