"Master Hou, the little woman Xu Miaojin has seen Master Hou."

Li Xiuzhu returned to his senses.

"Don't be polite, His Royal Highness the Three Princes today let everyone not have to be formal, Miss Miaojin, this is embarrassing me."

Xu Miaojin was stunned and saluted again.

"Hmm, I'm sorry Master Hou, it's Miaojin who is rude."

"Please forgive me for the abruptness of Miaojin, but I just heard that Hou Ye's wife was marveling at Hou Ye's new work, and I was itchy for a while, and I couldn't help but want to take a look at it first."

It turns out that for this reason, curiosity kills cats, and women's curiosity is especially great.

And for a female student, when she knows that there is a good work in front of her, she can't get a sneak peek.

That kind of torment.

Who understands the family?

Li Xiuzhu understood Xu Miaojin's appearance, and immediately bowed his head.

"Miss Xu, please."

Hearing this, Xu Miaojin saluted the women on the side again, and then hurriedly stepped forward to take a look.

Xu Miaojin is not an ordinary person, and most of the talented people in the capital are impressed by her talent and beauty.

There are many people who like her, and when she saw Xu Miaojin like this, she suddenly had a bad feeling.

It's over, Miaojin won't be seduced by this little white face.

Don't, this bastard already has so many beautiful women, why can't you let us go.

At this moment, I don't know how many men are wailing in their hearts.

Even the three princes are difficult to understand in their hearts.

Although he doesn't fight or rob on his face, he has already secretly liked a woman like Xu Miaojin as a prince, okay.

Li Xiuzhu has unconsciously set up a new group of enemies for himself.

Xu Miaojin naturally doesn't know what other people think in their hearts, even if she knows, she won't care, she is only one person, she can't take care of others, and she is the treasure of the family, except for the emperor's decree, no one will persecute her.

Xu Miaojin came to Li Biyao, Li Biyao smiled at Xu Miaojin, and magnificently flipped the poem written by Li Xiuzhu in the direction of Xu Miaojin for her to see.

Xu Miaojin also smiled at Li Biyao, and then looked at the poems written by Li Xiuzhu.

Winter Lady Grudge

Snowflakes fly warmly melt the cheeks, and the cheeks insulate the warm flying snow.

Bully the snow with a single clothes, and with a single clothes.

Don't be a plum knot, don't be a plum when you knot.

If you don't hate to start late, you can't return if you start late.

Hiss~, absolutely, quatrain through the ages.

At this moment, Xu Miaojin had a hearty feeling of revealing the mystery.

And what makes her hearty is not to uncover the mystery, but that the answer to the riddle perfectly meets her expectations.

It's like opening a blind box in a dungeon to an epic orange outfit.

Xu Miaojin looked at Li Xiuzhu with beautiful eyes, and said admiringly: "Sure enough, it is the Hou Ye, who is worthy of being able to write poems such as Peach Garden, which have been passed down through the ages, and the little woman admires it." ”

"It seems that this year's poet king must belong to Hou Ye."

As soon as Xu Miaojin's words came out, some people couldn't sit still for a while.

Not only for the title of poet, but also for women.

"Miss Xu's words are premature, right?"

Xu Miaojin turned her head to look for the sound, and frowned for a moment.

"Could it be that Wang Gongzi has a masterpiece that surpasses Peach Garden?"

"It's not talented, but there is a masterpiece, even if it is not as good as Peach Garden, but it is also a rare masterpiece."

If others might give a step, but Xu Miaojin is not used to it, although she is knowledgeable and reasonable, she acts gently and generously, but she also has a reverse scale that others can't touch.

Family is one, and so is literature.

"Since you know that it can't be compared, why do you think what Miaojin said is wrong."

"This ......" paused, Wang Shichao's eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought of what he said.

"Although my poems may be a little worse, but I have a wide range of things and talents, how can Miss Xu know that no one can make better poems than Hou Ye?"

Saying that, Wang Shichao looked at Li Xiuzhu and saluted.

"Master Hou, forgive me, I'm just seeking truth from facts, and I don't mean to target it."

Li Xiuzhu didn't care about his head.

"Wang Gongzi is right, blue is better than blue, ice is born in water and cold is in water. As the saying goes, there are talents in the country, and they have led the way for hundreds of years. ”

Xu Miaojin didn't buy it, as if she had been scolded, and sometimes it was not me who was anxious, but their fans.

Xu Miaojin glanced at the scene and said to everyone: "I don't know who thinks that his masterpiece can be better than Peach Garden, if there is, you might as well let everyone take a look, Miaojin also apologized to everyone for his wild words." ”

At this moment, regardless of whether it was unhappy or not, Li Xiuzhu was silent.

Even if they are unhappy, they also recognize Li Xiuzhu's poetic talent.

Xu Miaojin's words suddenly ushered in the favor of Li Xiuzhu and his concubines, and it was quite refreshing to drink ginger tea in winter and ice water on dog days.

Su Xiaoxiao saw the cold scene, walked out, and said with a smile: "Miss Miaojin's time is almost up, why don't you take back the volume and let everyone evaluate it, so that you can know if there are good works at a glance, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

Xu Miaojin saw that no one dared to respond to her, and naturally she would not refuse, it is rare to be like this today, she is Xu Miaojin, a generous and decent Xu Miaojin.

"This is nature, this is the process of the poetry meeting, it is Miaojin Jiyue, and I ask the little girl to forgive me."

Saying that, Xu Miaojin looked at Li Xiuzhu again and saluted.

"Let Hou Ye see and smile, it's just that Miaojin likes literature the most in his life, and he can't tolerate others to tarnish it."

Li Xiuzhu smiled gently, where is this, the temper is much better than that of the little fairies in later generations, and the little fairies in later generations are basically the quintessence of the country at this time, and no matter how bad they are, they have to punch the old fist with twenty years of skill.

"Miaojin has the courage to speak up for what he likes, which is a rare good quality, how can there be any laughter."

Xu Miaojin's heart was relieved, showed a sweet smile, and sat back in his seat.

Tilt less, and put away the poems one by one.

Immediately after that, the chanter began to sing.

This is the correct opening mode of the poetry club, everyone is in the limelight, and Li Xiuzhu was targeted in Taoyuan before it was a competition.

"Snowy night, Zhang Rui."

"The cold wind blows the snowflakes and flies into the window screen."

"The lonely light is dim in the middle of the night, and the moon falls on the empty steps."

After the first poem was read, the chanter paused.

This pause is about five minutes long, and everyone starts to appreciate it.

If there is a good work, the discussion is endless, and it will also be elevated to tea time.

As the chanting was finished, a voice sounded below, but not much, because the verses were decent, probably at the level that most people should have.

Several of Zhang Rui's friends complimented Zhang Rui, and that's probably it.

Seeing that no one had spoken, the chanter picked up another scroll of poetry.

"Xishan He Xin, Jian'an Yashi, Wang Shichao."

"Six out of the sky is the first Rui, like a silver house and ten thousand tiles."

"In the sleeves of the stiff servants, when the old man was swollen and carried on his back."

"The people of the West Mountain Road come to show the skill, and the craftsmen will hold the long-term work."

"I am a Viya-day couple, and I like to be in harmony with him."

Hey, Wang Shichao? No wonder I dared to stand up before, this verse is a little interesting.

(End of chapter)