Jiang Mo's words were a gentle heart, the imperial examination of the Qi State and even the Great Zhou really did not really select capable ministers, and it turned out that His Royal Highness the Prince also knew about it, which made him look at Jiang Mo with a little admiration.

But it provoked the anger of the public, and the people downstairs whispered and cursed. Jiang Shen on the side was very happy, and said with a smile: "Big brother, it's nothing for you to deny the younger brother, but you don't know anything but count down a lot of scholars, it's not appropriate!" ”

Those scholars from famous and rich families raised their sons, and their favorability towards Jiang Shen suddenly rose, and their disdain for Jiang Mo increased by many points.

Jiang Mo closed the book, threw it aside, unfolded the folding fan to face Miss Nansheng's room, and replied with a chic and confident smile: "Okay, don't talk about it if you can't write poetry." I'm going to dedicate a poem to Miss Nansheng! ”

"Hehe~" Jiang Shen heard this, as if he had heard a big joke, and made a gesture of please: "Don't come, I didn't know that my brother had such a talent, and my younger brother is going to listen to it, hahaha"

Jiang Mo didn't pay attention to it at all, and read in Jiang Mo's heroic voice in this era: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon."

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet the moon in Yaotai. ”

Jiang Mo has been reading very quickly since he was a child, and he has already read those poetry collections, but at this time, he engraved those poems in his mind like a scan, and found that all the things he had read in modern times in his mind were very clear. Immediately compared, the poetry collection of this era lacks the famous poems of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and of course some extremely niche poems of the Han, Tang and Song dynasties, which makes Jiang Mo more convinced that the poems written by those people are not accidental, but like him, they are traversers. But Jiang Mo also found that there were three Qingping tunes of the poet immortal Li Bai missing, and even the most famous poem did not exist in this era, which made Jiang Mo feel a little regretful. When I was a child, I only thought this poem was good, but when I grew up, I realized how beautiful a woman could make Li Bai write such a sentence.

Just as all the Juzi and Jiang Shen were asking each other if this poem was the masterpiece of the great poet, only Wen Zijie repeated loudly: "Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look.... Heavy words are not common in poems, but they can be written so naturally and without being cumbersome, do clouds and flowers want her beautiful clothes and face? How beautiful it is. ”

"How can you think of such a sentence, extremely beautiful, good poetry, good poetry!" Wen Zijie lost his voice in admiration, and his eyes were moist, as if he was caught in the moment when the poem was written.

"Wen Da Cai, this good poem is definitely not... Who must have done it, think about it? Youjuzi reminded.

He Shi'an on the side looked at Wen Liang and asked the same question in his eyes, but Wen Liang also read poetry and books, shook his head, and said that he had really not heard of it.

Wen Zijie got up, shook his head as if to sober himself up, and then bowed deeply to Jiang Mo upstairs and said: "Xiaosheng is really not talented, the poems he wrote are not as good as this poem, presumably no one in the world can write a person's beauty to such an extreme...."

Wen Zijie appreciated it more and more, but Jiang Mo became more ashamed, even more ashamed than he had just been recognized as a fraudulent poem, Jiang Mo actually forgot his temperament, and also replied: "Don't dare to be, indulge in the text of dogs and horses." How can it be compared to the down-to-earth scholars of the two benevolent brothers of Wen Wen, if everyone here is a lifter, the literary talent will definitely be the top student in high school. ”

He Shi'an was a little disdainful, regardless of whether Yun Xiang's clothes and flowers were made by Jiang Mo, he didn't hear any brilliant strokes, and whispered to Wen Wen and the others: "What does he mean?" Woo Mr. and Brother Zijie? ”

"We will study hard and never miss the land of fireworks again." Wen Zijie replied loudly, it seemed more like his heart was stimulated, a stubborn person who is nostalgic for the wind and snow can write such poems, and I myself am so clumsy and talented to pretend to be a merry genius.

Pulling He Shi'an and Wen Liang to leave here.

"Since Yun wants to dress and flowers, the talents of Wenda are praised, and the little woman also likes it tightly, and the little woman chose this poem as the best work to win the championship today."

At this time, a sweet and penetrating voice came from the wing room directly opposite Jiang Mo, and with the door gently pushed open, a woman slowly walked out, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

I saw that she was wearing a light-colored Luo skirt with silver filigree edges, a water fu-colored gauze with a manly waist, and a bright red painted hibiscus tail tugging on the waist and sleeves. Compared with the daily deep clothes and skirts of this era, it is more gorgeous and highlights her graceful figure.

She looked at Jiang Mo with a slight smile, a pair of spirit beads were a little charming but not frivolous, with a jewel-like luster.

And that delicate face, like a modern movie star, makes everyone's eyes focus here.

Bao Yong was stunned, and his saliva dripped to the ground. Even Sun Liang has read countless women, and Jiang Mo has seen countless modern stars, and he can't help but swallow his saliva.

"Your Royal Highness, is this poem really dedicated to the slave family?" The woman in the bright red dress gently raised her mouth and asked Jiang Mo with a smile, her voice was sweet and a little ambiguous, which made people tremble.

All the scholars downstairs listened quietly to his whispers.

Jiang Mo settled down, knowing that this person was Nan Sheng, so he smiled gently: "Sort of." ”

"Sort of? Isn't the slave family beautiful enough? Nan Sheng had a strange tone.

"Eh" Jiang Mo blushed and choked.

"The slave family was speechless and laughed, please come in and talk about it, and the slave family will play a song for His Royal Highness." Nan Sheng never thought that Jiang Mo couldn't stand the teasing, and immediately invited Jiang Mo into the wing room with a little humility and respect.

"Hmm" Jiang Mo nodded with a smile, and slowly walked towards Nansheng along the corridor on the second floor, but found that Sun Liang and Bao Yong did not follow, and asked a little shyly: "Can my friend listen to the music together?" ”

"Uh... Of course" Nan Sheng was stunned at first, he didn't think that this prince didn't want to be alone with her, and even saw that there was no wrong thought in his eyes, and then he thought that the poem was not dedicated to her, and he was a little angry, so he vented and said: "Xiaoyue, what are you doing in a daze, greeting guests." ”