As a few servants in Tsing Yi came over to maintain order, those guys finally stopped making noise... So Gu Zhiqing also began to observe those talented poets. Most of these so-called talents are the kind of weak and white scholars who are like big girls. All of them were so pale that they were bloodless, and it was clear at a glance that they were all caused by ingesting five stone powders.

If Miss Lu really likes this kind of tone, then she is not worth cherishing.

Walking around the deer park, it doesn't look like coming to the poetry club at all.

On the other hand, those scholars scratched their ears and cheeks one by one, eager to dig out their hearts, livers, spleens and stomachs to compose poems.

Gu Zhiqing is not proficient in poetry, and he has more or less memorized so many articles in his previous life, but that's all.

Therefore, Gu Zhiqing never thought that any poetry would win the championship.

Dao can take the opportunity to see clearly, that Miss Lu family is not in vain.

Gu Zhiqing walked around the court, and in the eyes of many scholars, he was disdainful and disdainful.

Only hiding under the curtain of another high-rise building did Miss Lu frown slightly, staring at the person below with a puzzled expression, and asked the maid beside her: "Why does that person seem to be not very interested in poetry?"

"Is he really not taking these Jiangnan talents in his eyes?"

But all talented people are a little bohemian, so under the curtain, Miss Lu listed him as such a person.

It's a pity that she didn't know that the young man was Gu Zhiqing, who she refused to marry a few days ago.

Gu Da Xuan.

"Chunhong, you go down and keep an eye on him for me, if he has a good sentence, immediately present it to me" Obviously, Miss Lu had a strong interest in the young man who walked in the court.

The spring red maid was a little reluctant, muttered, and walked towards the upstairs.

In the courtyard, those so-called geniuses are still immersed in writing poems.

It's just that there are very few really good poems in the world.

In the other direction, there was also a wall, and on closer inspection, it turned out to be a curtain disguised.

There is also an old man sitting inside, who is the current Zhongzheng Lord of Wu Juncheng.

"I hope that we can take advantage of this Luyuan poetry meeting to be a good talent for the country, and now the emperor is the time to employ people, and we should share our worries for the king."

Zhongzheng had a serious expression and lectured to a few scholars beside him.

These students listened very sincerely.

An inexplicable deterrent to each other.

"At present, the situation of the court is controlled by the northern wealthy families, and it is difficult for us southern literati to have a bright future.

In fact, before he came to Wu County, he had already received secret information from many big families.

Without exception, they all want to send their own family children to the court.

However, the people of Zhongzheng have their own considerations in their hearts.

Therefore, he adopted this semi-public method, using the Luyuan Poetry Society as a material, so as not to fall into the truth.

A few of them seem to have a heart, but they just listen, but they refuse to express their attitude.

This has already made Lord Zhongzheng a little unhappy.

"I hope that this time the Deer Park can be successful, and even if those forces exert pressure again, they must take into account the world's talents."

Coincidentally, Lord Zhongzheng's eyes swept under the peach tree and saw the idle walking boy.

Immediately, he frowned slightly, turned around and swept to the side to ask, "Who is he?" ”

Xuejiao glanced at that side slightly, and then lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know him."

With this sentence, Zhongzheng almost lost his breath.

Just when the atmosphere in the room was rigid, another scholar next to him interjected: "I know this person, he is a gentleman who does not learn and has no skills, the son of a Loucheng giant."

"The son of a Loucheng giant?" When Lord Zhongzheng heard this, he instantly understood the identity of the other party.

The only one who can be called the son of Loucheng Jujia is his cousin who has never met.

It's just that why did this guy come to the poetry meeting, could it be that he still wants to write poetry?

Zhongzheng naturally does not believe that a gentleman can write poetry.

He knows his own affairs, and Zhongzheng has long known from his family that this cousin is a guy who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it.

As for his old sister wanting him to enter the career, it was a joke.

Zhongzheng is just dealing with her.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhongzheng snorted in the direction of Gu Zhiqing.

It can be regarded as his disdain for this person in his heart.

Gu Zhiqing was still wandering around as if no one was around, not knowing that he had become the target of some people's attention.

This time he was purely here to play tickets.

It was at this time.

A guy walked towards him with a piece of rice paper.

"This son, this is your exam question, please compose a poem on the theme of the northern country"

Originally, Gu Zhiqing didn't want to do poetry.

But hearing about the northern country immediately aroused an obsession in his heart.

simply picked up the pen and wrote a silent poem.

In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain.

After writing a poem, Gu Zhiqing remembered that he was here to play with the ticket, and he was just about to withdraw his rice paper.

But it had already been collected by the little man, and then he immediately returned behind the curtain with rice paper.

At the same time, under the peach tree, the little maid also recited a few words of poetry silently and hurried back to the attic.

Behind the curtain.

Zhongzheng pointed to the rice paper on the case in front of him with a dejected face and said angrily: "It's all some glamorous sounds, such a person can only moan without illness, how can he become a pillar of the country..."

"Why do the people of Zhongzheng have such a liver fire, Jiangnan literati are mostly comfortable and erosive, this is already an indisputable fact, instead of being harsh, it is better to be a good person and get by"

Obviously, he was talking to the right point.

"That's it, that's it, if you learn so much, don't recommend it" At this time, Zhongzheng was completely disappointed, especially after reciting a few words of what kind of red Luo Qun and rouge buckle, he was completely dead.

Just when Zhongzheng was about to give up and end the Luyuan Poetry Club, a small guy came in with rice paper in his hand.

"Lord Chung-shek, please take a look"

"Forget it, I won't watch it" Zhongzheng shook his head with a lost face, "I saw it, it seems to be boring in vain"

The little guy froze in place, and he frowned slightly and said, "My lord, don't you really look at it?" This poem..."

"Don't look, don't look" is waving his hand.

Xuejiao snorted angrily, "Why are you still stunned, do you want to make Lord Zhongzheng unhappy?"

The little guy was reprimanded, so he didn't dare to step forward again, so he put eight rice pieces of paper on the table, and then turned around and left.

At the same time, another attic above.

Miss Lu listened to the maid's recitation, her eyes flashed in an instant, and she sighed sadly after a long time, "If the men of the Eastern Jin Dynasty are like this, why worry that the northern Xinjiang will not be restored."

"Miss? You shouldn't have taken a fancy to him, right?" the little girl stared at Miss Lu with a strange expression.

Miss Lu Jia's cheeks turned crimson by her words, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly: "Dead girl, poor mouth, see if I don't tear your stinky mouth"

Miss Lu's master and servant chased after her in this spring building.