Just when Chen Shaokang was at a loss for what to do with his mother, the specific scene of him eating deflated at Ding Minru had been slowly told to Su Nianyun by Mama Liu......

As the weather became hotter and hotter, the scholars and talented women in Beijing began to hold frequent poetry meetings.

Some poetry meetings are for the sake of exchanging literary talents, while others are for solving lifelong events.

Ding Mingqing, the son of the Earl Guangyu family, organized the former.

Therefore, most of the people he invited were literati and talents, some of whom were from noble backgrounds and some from poor backgrounds.

heard from friends that Ding Mingqing was going to hold a poetry party, and Ding Minru would also go, and Chen Shaokang also asked his friends to take him along.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Chen Shaokang has taken the initiative to ask to participate in a poetry meeting.

But his friends were not optimistic about him.

First, Chen Shaokang's literary style is average, and second, not long after his eldest brother passed away, he is still in the period of filial piety.

"Brother Chen, I think it's better for you to wait for a while and then participate in ......the poetry meeting," my friend kindly reminded.

"I know, you're worried that I'm upset because of my big brother, but I'm totally fine, really."

Chen Shaokang said, "Didn't you say that this time is mainly an exchange of literary talents, I also want to be motivated." ”

The friend was a little helpless, he didn't care about whether Chen Shaokang could withstand the blow of losing his eldest brother, but worried that going to that kind of place during his filial piety would cause criticism.

But since Chen Shaokang himself doesn't care about this, what does he care about.

"Okay, in three days, you can come if you want to come at the Moon Tower!"

Anyway, Ding Shizi's poetry club is for talented people, and there is no threshold limit, he is from here.

Separated from his friends in the teahouse, Chen Shaokang was thinking about how to attract Ding Minru's attention at the poetry meeting while returning home.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly bumped into someone.

A large pile of calligraphy and paintings in the man's arms were scattered all over the ground.

He didn't care about the people who collided with him, he just hurried to pick up the things scattered on the ground.

While picking up things, he said with a heartache.

"Oh, my paintings, my poems...... Oops, it's all dirty, and this is what I'm going to sell for money......"

Chen Shaokang said unhappily, "You figured it out, it was you who hit me, I haven't said anything, you just keep complaining there, are you okay!" ”

The man turned a deaf ear, and only patted the stained calligraphy and painting in distress.

Seeing this scene, Chen Shaokang was angry, the guy was picking up something at his feet, and he stepped on a painting scroll with one foot.

"Ah, my paintings, you are too much, why are you stepping on my paintings!"

"Notice me now?"

Chen Shaokang grabbed him by the collar, "You hit Uncle Ben, did you hear that?" ”

"So what? I don't have a penny on me, only these paintings and calligraphy, anyway, you also stepped on a pair of pieces, how about the right to make amends for your sins? ”

Chen Shaokang looked at this person carefully, and saw that his clothes were full of patches, and he was torn by him, and there was a faint tendency to tear.

He couldn't help but let go of his hand in disgust, "I'm not angry when I step on a bad painting, it's better to ......"

As he spoke, he gestured to step on other paintings.

"Don't!" The poor scholar hurriedly used his body to block the scroll that had not been picked up on the ground.

Chen Shaokang also stopped.

He stopped, not because of a soft heart, but because of a poem on the ground.

It seemed to be a poem of mourning for loved ones, with euphemistic words and grievances, and there was sadness everywhere.

The truth in it makes people want to cry when they see it.

Chen Shaokang bent down and picked up the poem, "You, the poem is written well!" ”

"You ......" looked at Chen Shaokang's meaning, the man was stunned, "What do you mean?" ”

"I bought it!"

"This is what I wrote when I mourned my relatives, I don't sell them, if you want to buy them, you can pick and ......choose my paintings at will."

Seeing that the other party wanted to do business with him, the man immediately forgot about the conflict just now.

"No, I don't want calligraphy and painting, just a poem." Chen Shaokang refused.

"You actually like the poems I wrote at random?"

"I see that your writing is good, do you have any other poems?" Looking at the other party's poems, about the poetry meeting, Chen Shaokang suddenly had an idea.

The poor scholar asked, "Yes, yes, but first tell me, how much are you going to spend on my poems?" ”

"If it's really well written, how about a poem for a tael of silver?" Chen Shaokang put forward a condition that the other party could not refuse.

One or two pieces of silver is a huge amount of money for a poor scholar, but it is indeed a drop in the bucket for Chen Shaokang.

"But say it in advance, if you sell me these poems, you won't be able to use them in the future!"

"Okay, as long as there is money to be made, you go home with me, and I'll find you."

For poor scholars, of course, it is to make ends meet first and then talk about their dreams in the future.

He picked up all the calligraphy and paintings, and led Chen Shaokang to a small courtyard in a small alley not far away.

Chen Shaokang followed him into the bedroom with some disgust, and saw the bedroom leaking everywhere, but it was filled with the smell of books.

The scholar grabbed a stack of papers on the table, "These are all written in my spare time, see if you have a favorite ......"

Although Chen Shaokang can't write good poetry, it doesn't mean that he can't write good poetry.

He flipped through the rough stacks of papyrus and found five or six good poems.

Seeing this, he simply didn't pick it, but took out ten taels of silver and said, "This pile, whether there are words or not, I will take ten taels of silver, what do you think?" ”

"Okay." The scholar took the silver without thinking about it.

After getting the things, Chen Shaokang quickly returned home, then locked himself in the study and silently recited these poems.

Over the years, although he didn't go to the poetry club, he also knew that the themes of the poetry club were nothing more than that, "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon", "Jiangshan Sheji", "Loyalty to the Country" and so on......

Coincidentally, several of the man's poems cover these themes.

So as long as he has memorized it, he can show his skills in a crowd.

Sure enough, at the Mochizuki Tower poetry meeting three days later, the first theme was "spring".

Chen Shaokang was secretly happy in his heart, he pretended to be as attentive as everyone else, but in fact he was quietly looking at Ding Minru.

Since his mother forcibly tied him to Ding Minru, the more he looked at Ding Minru, the more he liked her.

He subconsciously always felt that he was different from his eldest brother, and his eldest brother married someone back but still wanted to escape, he didn't, at least he liked Ding Minru.

But...... Somehow, looking at Ding Minru, he couldn't help but think of the princess in his mind.

On that day, the princess came out of the inner chamber in the sun, and his natural and languid expression fascinated him, so much so that he did not notice the ink dripping from the pen.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen......"

"Chen Shaokang ......"

A few calls came from a distant ear, and Chen Shaokang finally came back to his senses.

"Ah, what's wrong?"

His friend couldn't help but laugh, "Everyone else has finished writing, and they are all waiting for your masterpiece!" ”

Chen Shaokang realized that he had just been distracted for too long, and everyone else had finished writing.

He smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm thinking about poetry......"

Immediately, write down the mourning poem that I have memorized by heart.

On such an occasion, let people know his literary brilliance, and let people know his deep friendship with his eldest brother......

There's no better place to show yourself than this.