Su Chen didn't hesitate much, and directly shook his head to show that he was not interested.

Just kidding, Su Chen is the one who has seen Tang Bohu order autumn incense, which Jiangnan genius is enough to see Tang Bohu in front?

Zhao Wenyu smashed his mouth, smiled awkwardly, and then said tentatively.

"Then Brother Su, do you know who the last of the four great talents in Jiangnan is?"

Su Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then glanced at Zhao Wenyu up and down.

Then he said with a strange expression.

"It won't be..."

Without waiting for Su Chen to finish speaking, Zhao Wenyu immediately slapped the paper fan.

"That's right, the head of the four great talents in Jiangnan is below."

Su Chen looked at Zhao Wenyu for a long time, and sighed silently in his heart.

Su Chen originally just thought that these four great talents in Jiangnan might have something, after all, they could be called talents.

But seeing that Zhao Wenyu in front of him was actually the head of the four talents, Su Chen was completely disappointed in the name of this talent.

This kid can be the head of the four talents, so he may be able to be the king of talents as long as he recites a poem.

"Hehe, it can be seen that Brother Zhao is only eight years old, so he naturally deserves to be the head of this talent."

Zhao Wenyu didn't hear Su Chen's words, and when she heard Su Chen's praise, she was in a good mood instantly.

So he got up from his seat, walked straight to the fence, and said loudly.

"Since you are all here, you might as well ask Miss Ling'er to put forward conditions, just to add some color to today."

Everyone's eyes immediately looked in the direction of Zhao Wenyu.

In an instant, the entire hall below exploded.

"My God, His Royal Highness is here."

"Today, the four great talents in Jiangnan are here, and this is definitely the most suitable Wenlou I have ever visited."

"It's exciting, it's so exciting, the four talents are all for Miss Ling'er to appear, I want to see who can spend it today."

"Needless to say, I'm sure it's His Royal Highness."

"This is not necessarily, although His Royal Highness the Prince is the first of the four talents, his talent is not the highest, and Miss Ling'er is not the one who covets power."

"Heh, you're still too young."

Everyone in the audience began to talk about it.

Ling'er on the stage saw that Zhao Wenyu appeared at this time, and finally opened her mouth.

The melodious voice like a silver bell spoke to everyone in the audience.

"I think most of you who are doing it today are scholars, and there is no shortage of elegant people, and the four great talents who are famous in Jiangnan are also gathered together today, how about we fight poetry today?"

Before everyone could speak, Ling'er spoke again.

"Ling'er is eighteen years old this year, if anyone can win the top spot today, then Ling'er ...... will depend on each other. ”

Ling'er's shy appearance made everyone present feel their blood gushing.

Some people have already begun to fantasize in their minds about Ling'er lying naked on the bed and letting you pick it.

For a while, everyone was excited.

Even the old Xiucai, who was over the age of six, trembled and picked up the pen and shouted for people to help him sharpen his ink.

Ma Chenchao said to Ling'er.

"Fighting poetry is naturally okay, so please ask Miss Ling'er to ask the question."

Ling'er's eyes swept towards everyone, and after a long silence, he spoke.

"This April is the most luxuriant season of peach blossoms, the world says that the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and our peach blossom forest in the south of the Yangtze River is also world-famous, why don't we take the peach blossoms as the topic today?"

When everyone heard this, they all nodded.

This season is naturally very suitable for the theme of peach blossoms, and for a while, many small two began to distribute stacks of rice paper and grinding discs to everyone.

After everyone got the pen and paper, they all began to write upwards, and the entire Jiangyun Pavilion fell silent at this time.

But the silence didn't last long.

The green-shirted Confucian Xiu Jiang Yan stood up at this moment.

He slowly recited to Ling'er on the stage.

"The peach blossoms are blooming for a long time, but the blue and wild thorns are not in the way. In the old days, the two sides of the red slope, the jade plate seemed to be inseparable. ”

"Good!"

"It's worthy of being one of the four great talents, I think it's okay if I don't write this poem, it's completely funny."

"Alas, I'm ashamed to be a fellow reader."

After Xiu Jiangyan finished reading the poems, she naturally received an endless stream of praise.

Moreover, some Qingqi people couldn't help but throw flattering glances at Xiu Jiangyan.

Even Ling'er on the stage clapped his hands in agreement.

At this moment, Ma Chenchao also stood up from his seat.

"Qingbo old song is deep in the bridge, and the ladies are full of two instruments. The broken peach blossom fell behind him, and the backyard was green and annoying. ”

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jiaxuan, who was wearing a black robe, also stood up and spoke loudly.

"Laughing and killing desire to warm the official position, the shade on the tree is not a stream. The peach blossoms on the shore are sexless, and there is just an oblique stone on the sun. ”

All three stood up and chanted a poem.

caused an uproar of praise from everyone present.

Then, more and more people stood up and began to recite poetry.

It doesn't matter if it's thirty-seven twenty-one, standing up is just thinking nonsense.

On the other hand, Su Chen frowned and looked at these few people with smug faces.

These sour poems are about to sour him to death, and he can be a genius at this level, right?

Then there is no problem with whether these dozens of ancient poems in my stomach are a primordial poetry saint.

Zhao Wenyu looked at the scene below and nodded with satisfaction.

seems to be satisfied that under the governance of his family, the literary style of Jiangnan Province is so prosperous.

Then he turned his head to look at Su Chen, who was frowning, smiled slightly, and then spoke.

"Brother Su, don't be ashamed, it's okay if you can't make good poems for a while, as long as Brother Su speaks, this Ling'er girl must belong to you."

Zhao Wenyu's face was full of absolute confidence when he said this.

To say that in Jiangnan Province, his status is tantamount to that of the crown prince.

Even if the real prince came to Jiangnan Province, he didn't see him talking well.

Su Chen naturally didn't want to be in the limelight, but he still had to do business in Jiangnan Province, so it seems that he has to be in the limelight today.

So he turned his head to Zhao Wenyu and said casually.

"Brother Zhao, it's not that I'm boasting about Haikou, just these stinky sweet potato rotten bird eggs, I still don't look at them."

Su Chen is now familiar with Zhao Wenyu, and the two of them are not talking like they just met.

Zhao Wenyu was directly stunned when she heard Su Chen's words.

Stinky sweet potato rotten bird eggs, the four talents in Jiangnan are stinky sweet potato rotten bird eggs?

So what am I?

Then he spoke directly.

"Brother Su is really arrogant, but the foolish brother advises you not to be arrogant, this is Jiangnan Dao, even if Brother Su makes such a poem again, it may not necessarily be overwhelming."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows and said to Zhao Wenyu.

"Don't say that this Jiangnan Road, even the literati in the whole world are here, and I'm not afraid."

As soon as he heard Su Chen's extremely arrogant words, Zhao Wenyu instantly became excited for some reason, and immediately got up with a slap of the paper fan.

"Brother Su is so courageous!"