Seeing that the maid was about to rush over, Jiang Mo was quick and immediately jumped onto the chair on the edge of the corridor.

And the maid looked at Jiang Mo like a fool, and just handed Jiang Mo a note.

Jiang Mo hesitated, and the maid directly stuffed the note into Jiang Mo's hand, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Mo unfolded the note, which read: "West of Zhaoyue Lake, next to the Moon Viewing Pavilion - Lu Lingwei"

Jiang Mo was puzzled, this little girl was interesting, so she drew a picture, and she wanted to meet herself?

Jiang Mo put away the note, looked at the cloister pavilion in the distance, no one paid attention to him, and walked in the direction of the moon viewing pavilion.....

The sky was completely dark, and the lanterns in the cloister pavilion were all hung up, and Lu Guogong deliberately put away all the poems, and said euphemistically: "If you don't want to offer good works, you can not hand them in."

Of course, most people, no matter how bad they write, will still memorize and write out the poems written by themselves, and even let the disciples who raise them, pretend to be their own poems, just to make Lu Guogong and Yan Shenggong shine and get recommendations.

Although Guozijian or Taixue is the highest institution of learning in the Great Zhou, in fact, the official positions in it are not high, but they are only in charge of education. If you can take classes in Taixue, you can first stay in Beijing to take the exam, and you will naturally be able to meet more big people, and you will also have a higher chance of winning the promotion and the list; As a teacher in Guozijian, he can also meet many aspiring young people and add strength to his family. But no matter what, it is good in God, and it is closer to the Son of Heaven, even if it is a seven-grade sesame official, it is better than a five-grade sesame official in the distance.

Yan Shenggong Kong De was a little curious about Jiang Mo, and took the lead in asking his subordinates to find Jiang Mo's scroll, who knew that he glanced at it, "hissed", and rubbed his eyes.

Lu Guogong was naturally a little curious, and he also glanced at it, and snorted coldly, "Bullshit doesn't make sense..."

Others also circulated it immediately, and some people recited it aloud: "The sun rises in the East Sea and sets in the West Mountain, sorrow is also a day, and joy is also a day; If you don't drill the horns of the bull in case of trouble, people are also comfortable, and your heart is also comfortable! ”

Obviously, in everyone's opinion, this is written to Lu Guogong and his son, two generations have passed, don't drill the horns again; Of course, Zheng Yuanyu and other representatives of the scholar clan also seemed to feel that it was written to them, so don't rack your brains to think about things.

Only Jiang Mo himself knows it, and he just writes casually to make himself comfortable.

Of course, this well-targeted character will naturally make many people sarcastic, and such a chic state will naturally be admired by the young lady.

In addition, most of the poems of the rest of the scholars are similar, and they are not even as high as Jiang Mo's two open-minded words.

Until Li Cong's sentence "The ambition of the young day is finally lazy, who is the summer worm and Yu Dongbing"

and Wang Yiming, "Xiaolou's lonely heart is Yuyue, and it is difficult to be as difficult as a hook and difficult to round." ”

But there is also a bit of ink, although it is not a good work, but it can already be handled... There are even girls who are willing to sing accompaniment for it.

Until the shock of the audience, "Yellow Sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken", "I advise Tiangong to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern!" These two poems made everyone on and off the stage silent.

Only Wang Wanning said: "With such two masterpieces, Wanning would rather score the piano for his son!" ”

The audience finally cheered, overshadowing Li Cong and Wang Yiming before.

At this time, Ji Wu was full of spirits and proud, and pointed at Wang Yiming and said: "This is called not a sound, a blockbuster!" Hum. Thank you, Miss Wang, for cheering."

Immediately looked for Zheng Xiaofeng's figure through the gauze curtain, but found that the position of Zheng Xiaofeng, who had just been torn open the gauze curtain, was empty, and Ji Wuchi frowned a little.

Wang Yiming pointed at Ji Wuchi and shot back: "You are the same as that Jiang Mo, where did you copy the verses!" ”

And Li Cong also shouted: "If you have the ability, you can write a few more!" ”

Ji Wu's blazing anger surged upward, and he also pointed at Wang Yiming and said, "Hmph, how many more articles do I want to write?" ”

"Mu Gongzi, Wang Yiming, stop arguing!" There are elders who scold.

Lu Guogong also stepped forward to persuade, "Mu.. Mu Gongzi..."

Ji Wuchi ignored Lu Guogong and stretched out his hand to prevent him from taking care of it.

"If you can write it, we will kneel down and kowtow to admit our mistakes, and pay you a thousand taels of gold!" Wang Yiming was angry, so he was naturally angry, and he dared to release anything.

And Li Cong was a little clever to find that Lu Guogong was so polite to this Mu Gongzi that many elders didn't dare to participate, "You bet don't pull me!" ”

Ji Wuchi slapped his thigh, slapped Wang Yiming's face and said, "It's all good for me, you take a paper and write it down!" ”

Ji Wuchi recited the other six poems given by Jiang Mo in one breath.

Jiang Mo left that day, but he still left all the verses, thinking that in case of special circumstances, it is always good to keep them for backup and memorize more verses. Ji Wuchi saw it, and also felt that it was better than writing it himself, and he was idle when he was idle, so memorize it!

So it really came in handy........... Shocked the audience...

There are so many masterpieces that they are enough to be famous for eternity·····

Yan Shenggong was also shocked, he stroked his beard, faintly worried, he had also tutored the imperial grandson's knowledge, knowing that he was a few catties and a few taels, naturally he couldn't write such a poem, and the one who could write this poem was naturally the son of the world who had written "Yun Xiang Clothes and Flowers Want to Look......

Wang Wanning's eyes of admiration and admiration were about to burst out of two hearts, "It is worthy of my future husband, Wang Yicong's head was kicked by a donkey, and he dared to make such a mistake..."

There are also other female dependents who coaxed, "Yo, they are all future husbands, are they ashamed, who will they like?" ”

Many aristocratic and talented women want to show their talents with Ji Wuchi's poems.

Wang Wanning stroked the qin, some girls chanted poems, and some girls even danced, just to make Ji Wuchi smile, but Ji Wuchi's mind was only on Zheng Xiaofeng....

At this noisy moment, there was a sound of "poof" falling into the water in Zhaoyue Lake, but it was buried in the noisy banquet, and no one even paid attention to the shouts and cries for help in the distance.

Until five minutes later...

"Oh no, no, the little county lord has fallen into the water!"

Until Xiao Si rushed to the venue and fell to his knees.

'Who?' Lu Guogong's face was pale, his eyes were dilated, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't stand up when he was helped by the maid, and his voice gradually shouted from calm, "Who are you talking about?" How so? ”

Xiao Si kowtowed like pounding garlic, crying with a sad face, "The prince of Qi seems to be the little county lord.... Jumped into the water...."