"Huh? And another one? ”

"Who's that upstairs?"

"It doesn't seem to be a local scholar, I haven't seen the poetry club before!"

"Come on, Brother Zhang, don't be curious! Today's topic didn't even choose Brother Liu's masterpiece, and in my opinion, the one upstairs may just be a fluke and want to try his luck! ”

……

Many guests in the building looked curious and looked in the direction where Yang Xu was.

It's just that most of them are just curious, and they don't think that Yang Xu's works can enter the eyes of Liu Piaopiao.

Some even showed disdain, thinking that Yang Xu had no talent, but just wanted to try his luck!

After all, this poem will be submitted without paying money.

Since there is no cost, there will naturally be a lot of people who want to prostitute for nothing!

On stage,

Liu Piaopiao was also slightly stunned, and a trace of curiosity gradually appeared between her good-looking eyebrows.

She has held this poetry meeting twelve times in a row.

From the beginning of her expectation, to today's great disappointment, she has no illusion of the poetry level of Yanzhou scholars!

This time.

She has already returned no less than fifty poems!

And among these poems, there is not even one that can barely meet the standard!

If this situation is put in advance, it is generally possible to announce the end of the poetry meeting.

After all, this poetry meeting has been held twelve times, and in this huge Yanzhou city, there are only so many people who can compose poems and have a level of scholars.

After a year of tossing.

Liu Piaopiao is already too ripe for these people.

Most of the poems returned today are from these people.

I never thought that I was about to announce the end of the poetry meeting, but there was another fish that slipped through the net!

merely

The man's voice sounded unfamiliar...

Isn't it local?

Liu Piaopiao was a little curious.

But it's just curiosity.

There was no expectation for Yang Xu's poems.

"Miaomiao..."

Liu Piaopiao glanced at the personal maid beside her, her red lips opened lightly, and she said softly: "Send pen and ink to this son upstairs." ”

"Yes, miss."

Miaomiao nodded, and then with a hint of anticipation, she took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and walked towards the stairs.

It has been more than a year since she and the young lady arrived in Yanzhou, and the poetry club has held twelve sessions one after another, but nothing has been found.

The level of the local scholars in Yanzhou is really worse than that of Jinling City!

Now that the voice upstairs sounds so unfamiliar, it doesn't seem to be a local celebrity, maybe... He can really make a masterpiece and be selected by the young lady!

Thinking like this in my heart, my feet couldn't help but feel a little lighter.

Soon, Miaomiao took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and came to the elegant seat where Yang Xu was.

It's just that when she saw Yang Xu, the expectation in her heart was replaced by disappointment.

Although this person looks like a talented person and has a handsome face, he is an embarrassed scholar in shabby clothes.

In today's world, how many people from poor families can afford to read?

Even if someone has studied for a few years and barely has a talent to make a name for themselves, how many people can really learn it?

I'm afraid of the person in front of me, I guess it's just because I'm shy in my pocket, and I want to try my luck with the ten taels of silver, right?

Thinking like this in her heart, Miao Miao couldn't help but look down on Yang Xu's talent in her chest.

If it weren't for seeing Yang Xu's majestic figure, handsome face, and a good skin, I am afraid that she would not be too lazy to smile.

"Dare to ask, but this son wants to compose poetry?"

Although she no longer had expectations in her heart, for the sake of her appearance, Miaomiao still did enough etiquette, moved lightly, and came to Yang Xu with a slight smile.

"Yes, there's Miss Lao!"

Yang Xu smiled politely.

Then he took the pen and ink and spread out the rice paper.

After thinking about it for a while, he began to splash ink, and wrote down the name of the two-character poem prepared in advance in his mind with a beautiful and elegant thin gold body.

【Jiang Xue】

"Huh? This word..."

Miao Miaomei's eyes widened, and her small mouth opened slightly, obviously surprised by Yang Xu's smart and fast, graceful thin gold body!

"The strokes of this character are thin and hard, and the traces of the pen movements such as Teton are distinct, and the style of this font is quite unique, so thin without losing its flesh!"

"To be able to write such a font, could it be that this person really has poetry in his chest?"

After being surprised, Miao Miao couldn't help but open her eyes wide and stared at the brush in Yang Xu's hand.

I saw Yang Xu holding his breath and concentrating, moving the pen quickly, and in just a few breaths, the first sentence of the opening chapter jumped on the paper!

【Thousands of Mountains and Birds Fly...】

Well?

"A thousand mountains and birds are flying?"

Miaomiao couldn't help but think silently in her heart, and her little face couldn't help but change slightly!

At this time, Yang Xu seemed to have a feeling, and the pen in his hand was even faster by a few points, and in less than a while, he completed the second sentence again!

[Ten Thousand Paths and People Disappear...]

Rumble!

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear!"

Miao Miaoqiao's face changed, and she couldn't help but silently recite the poems on the paper, and a quiet and cold picture suddenly appeared in her mind!

meanwhile

Yang Xu has completely regained the feeling he had when he practiced Song Huizong's calligraphy in his previous life.

In his last life, he has been a calligraphy lover since he was a child, especially the thin gold body created by Song Huizong and the wild grass represented by Zhang Xu!

Now that he has traveled to the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is the first time that he has seriously moved his pen.

Although he has changed his body, his calligraphy skills are not missing at all!

On the contrary, it may be the reason for the fusion of the original owner's memory.

When he was running the pen, he even had a deeper understanding and application of this thin gold body in his heart!

Yang Xu is overjoyed!

Crossing here, because of his poor family background, he had been reluctant to buy the four treasures of the study to practice, but now that he has this high-quality pen and ink prostitute, he is naturally riveting, and wants to do it in one go, and get over it!

Yang Xu raised his hand to moisten the pen, and then suddenly put down the pen, the pen ran Teton, smart and fast!

Two lines of thin, hard, and comfortable poems also jumped on the paper under his hearty output!

[Lonely boat, solo fishing... Cold river snow! 】

"That's it!"

Yang Xu put down the brush in his hand and exhaled a long breath, just now he came to feel that under his full attention, this output, even his breathing became a little short!

But I haven't practiced calligraphy for so long, and I can live an addiction today, but it's also refreshing!

At this time, it would be nice if you could light another Huazi!

Yang Xu thought so, then dried the ink on the paper, and handed the written "Jiang Xue" to Miaomiao.

"Girl, Yang's poem has been written, and I ask the girl to send it to Liu for comments!"

"Hmm... Yes~? ”

Miao Miao was still deeply immersed in the aftertaste of this poem at this time, and she couldn't extricate herself!

The lonely, beautiful, and quiet and cold picture depicted in these four poems keeps coming to mind!

At this moment, he was suddenly awakened by Yang Xu's words.

Miaomiao came back to her senses, only to realize that she was a little out of shape, and she was inevitably ashamed in her heart, and a flush suddenly appeared on her white, tender and moist face!

"Huh?" Yang Xu was slightly stunned, "What the hell is this flushed face?" Is it yang? ”

Yang Xu looked at Miao Miao, who was flushed, and couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

And Miao Miao seemed to think of something after a short period of embarrassment!

I saw that her pretty face changed, and she forgot to take the poem handed in front of her, so she rushed to the handrail on the second floor regardless of the image, and shouted at Liu Piaopiao on the stage downstairs:

"Miss! Here I come, here I come... Oh no, it's him coming, he's really coming! ”

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