"Yes, yes."

"Good poetry, good poetry, worthy of the little marquis."

「……」

As soon as this poem came out, the field was quiet for a long time.

It seems that I didn't expect the little marquis to really make poems.

This poem is a little worse than a rare masterpiece in a century, but it is also a superior work.

Whether it was really made by the little marquis, or in some other way.

But the object was the little marquis, and they immediately praised it one by one.

Some even gave detailed reviews.

At the same time, Du Tian was also stunned, and his eyes were wide open.

This is the poem I copied?

If he hadn't written it by his own hand, he would have almost believed it.

There are also people who seem to want to slap Du Tian and praise this poem for a while, and then they also propose to use the original work to observe carefully.

Zhang Rui immediately refused, if he agreed, wouldn't he show his stuffing on the spot.

Ning Zhengzhong cast a grateful look at Zhang Rui, among the people present, what he hoped most was that the little marquis would be his son-in-law.

The second is the prince of Wu Wang.

However, the latter did not come directly.

Afterwards, one poem after another was read.

"The poor men of Yimen are empty and the snow is empty, and the Haoshi of Yimen drink more.

The sound of wine is idle and the snow is gone, and the sound of snow is fierce and sad and decaying."

When Zhang Rui read this poem, his eyes lit up inexplicably, touched his beard, frowned and nodded slowly, brewed for a long time, shook his head and said: "Good poem, good poem, poetry is also in the same party as tonight's snow barn, this poem is none other than this poem."

"It is indeed a good poem, listening to this poem, I feel like I am on top of the city gate, laughing and drinking with my friends, and describing the snow scene very well."

Many literati tapped on the table in front of them and nodded slowly.

Snow Drinking Party.

Singing snow, wine, meeting friends.

All of them are described in this poem, which just echoes this snow bard.

If this poem is not the first poem, there is no poem that can be compared.

Wei Congwei was slightly hooked from the corner of Wei's mouth.

This question was set by him a long time ago.

And this poem was carefully carved out after thinking about it for a few days.

Can it be bad.

"Scholar Zhang, this poem shows that the poet is extraordinary, and its artistic conception is beyond my reach, I don't know who wrote it?"

Many Confucian scholars stared at Zhang Rui intently.

Zhang Rui looked at the signature of the poem manuscript and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Chen Mo?!"

Zhang Rui didn't know who this person was.

It stands to reason that if you can write such poems, you shouldn't be unaware.

"Chen Mo ......"

The hall was instantly quiet, and many literati students frowned slightly, obviously never hearing of such a person.

And many ladies and ladies swept towards the man in the corner.

After a while, everyone's eyes turned away.

Chen Mo stood up and arched his hand to everyone: "Down there is Chen Mo."

"Brother Chen, it's okay, it's hidden!" Although Xu Boyuan guessed what was going on, he still applauded, after all, the purpose of his coming here was to build momentum for Chen Mo.

And I heard Xu Boyuan's voice Brother Chen.

The people who knew about Chen Mo outside before suddenly lit up.

It seems that Chen Mo is indeed the confidant of King Xin.

"He's Chen Mo!"

"What a talent, a romantic man."

「……」

After everyone looked at each other, there was only praise on their faces.

Even Du Tian blinked and looked at Chen Mo.

For a while, all the limelight was taken away by Chen Mo.

But Ning Zhengzhong's face was as gloomy as water, and then he slapped the table directly, and said angrily: "Nonsense, others don't know you, don't the old man know."

Dao, you who can't read a big word, can this poem be written by you?"

Saying that, Ning Zhengzhong arched his hand to everyone, and said, "Don't be afraid of everyone's jokes, this person used to be a nurse of my Ning family, and I was kicked out of the Ning family because of the following crimes......

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

There are all people present, and even if they know, they won't debunk it, because it's easy for people to offend to death.

What did Chen Mo do to make Ning Zhengzhong hate him so much.

Outside the Snow Yin Pavilion, there was a big fight.

Now it's a posture to uncover the bottom on the spot.

Wei Congwen's face was very strange, he raised his hand, and said with a smile: "Guozhang, will there be any misunderstanding during this period...... Hmmm......"

Well, after a long time, Wei Congwen didn't know what to say to calm down the matter.

And Ning Zhengzhong insisted: "He hasn't read much books, how can he make poems, this poem can only be copied by him or asked someone to write it."

Wei Congwen's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't make a sound.

Seeing that one after another eyes swept over, Chen Mo frowned, his eyes were quite calm, and said, "Since Guozhang said that this poem was not written by me, do you have evidence, or just based on this, say that I cheated?"

Seeing that Chen Mo's eyes were not red and his heart was not beating and his mouth was stiff again, Ning Zhengzhong said angrily: "You said that you are not cheating, so who can prove that you wrote this poem?"

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Ning Zhengzhong's words are quite a bullying posture, this is your home field, who do you call people to prove it? .

But in the next second, Ning Zhengzhong's face changed.

The crowd was also amazed.

I saw Xu Boyuan suddenly stand up and said, "I can prove it."

"I can prove it, too."

"Me too."

As Xu Boyuan stood up, many more sons stood up to prove it for Chen Mo.

These people are either the grandsons of the six Shangshu or the sons of the six squires.

And these people don't know Chen Mo.

There is no need to give Chen Mo false testimony.

Therefore, as many people proved to Chen Mo, everyone in the hall immediately dispelled Chen Mo's suspicions of cheating.

"Interesting." Du Tian took a sip of tea, and understood the deep meaning of his aunt's refusal to let him be in the limelight at the reception.

Ning Zhengzhong's face was as gloomy as water.

But he still didn't believe it, and said, "The old man doesn't know how you deceived your sons, but the fact that you haven't read much is a fact, how can you compose poetry?"

"I taught."

The hall was full of lights, the hall was bustling, and the uproar came and went, but it was a coquettish cheer that quieted the audience.

Everyone looked up towards the second floor, but saw a cold and gentle beauty breaking free from the restraints of the subordinates, grabbing the wooden railing on the second floor with both hands, and shouting below.

"What are you eating, bring the eldest lady in." Ning Zhengzhong looked at Ning Yuelan, his face was dark.

The next person's face turned pale, and he was about to pull Ning Yuelan back.

"Miss?!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed, "She is Mrs. Qiuguo?!"

Few people in the audience knew Ning Yuelan.

I am very curious about the protagonist of the drinking party.

Now when I see a real person, I can't help but exclaim: "Fallen Beauty!"

"You dare, let me go......" Ning Yuelan shouted angrily at her subordinates, broke free, and said again, "I taught him when I was dating."