"Su 13 is really powerful, the Su family's mastery is really extraordinary, it seems that such talents can't come out, it's really a pity."

"I didn't expect that even the son of the God of War in Beiting was not the opponent of Su Thirteen, now that I think about it, that battle was really enough."

"This martial arts fight was won by Su Thirteen, there is really nothing to say, amazing, it is really powerful."

"Increasingly interesting ......"

With the battle between Su 13 and Li Gan, the atmosphere in the hall was pushed to the highest point, and even with some people to follow the battle, Li Gan was defeated by Su 13, and there was nothing to be ashamed of if they were defeated.

"Teacher."

"Brother Chu."

In Cui Ya Pavilion, Su Shisan, who won the martial arts battle in a row, changed his cold arrogance from the right talent, stood with a gun, and raised his hand towards Chu Ling and Jiang Zhongzi.

"Brother Su's skills are really good."

Chu Ling smiled slightly, looked at Su 13 and said, "Even if this banquet for sons-in-law, Brother Su can't fulfill his wish, he can still hold the beauty." ”

"Why did Brother Chu say this?"

Su Shisan was a little cramped, and stepped forward and said, "Could it be the next Wendou, Brother Chu......"

"Hmph, you're embarrassed to say."

Jiang Zhongzi snorted coldly, "You stole the limelight in the martial arts, do you think the Rongzhu Congress didn't notice you?" ”

"This ......"

Su Shisan's face froze, and he didn't know what to say.

It seems that he is really a martial idiot.

When Chu Ling saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head, for some reason, looking at Su Shisan in front of him reminded Chu Ling of Jun Hanlin.

If the two of them fight, who will have the last laugh?

"Don't worry, Brother Su."

Chu Ling reined in his heart and said: "Since Chu promised you that the martial arts fight was won by you, then Chu will win the next literary fight!" ”

Chu Ling's confidence made the cramped Su 13 smile.

"That's good, that's good."

Su 13 said: "If Brother Chu can help me win the next fight, this kindness, Su 13 will remember it for a lifetime!" ”

Chu Ling could feel the meaning of this sentence.

"Distinguished guest, the cultural fight is about to begin, and the slave maid is here to send pen, ink, paper, and inkstone."

A voice rang out outside the door.

"Come in."

Glancing at Jiang Zhongzi and them, Chu Ling spoke.

"Yes."

The closed door was pushed open, and I saw the maid walking in with a tray, bowing slightly and saying: "A few distinguished guests, Wendou needs to write two poems or words, limited to one stick of incense, and the name needs to be pasted, and it has been ......commented on by four great Confucians."

The maidservant narrates the rules of the fight.

Su Shisan's heart was beating fast, this matter was very important to him, he didn't want his beloved to do something that she regretted for the rest of her life for himself.

"It's an interesting fight."

Chu Ling walked towards the desk, "It seems that if you don't have some real skills, if you want to win this literary battle, I'm afraid it's not easy." ”

"Although I don't know what Rong Zhuguo is planning."

Jiang Zhongzi frowned and stepped forward, and said with a solemn expression: "But the four old guys invited, all of them are arrogant, the so-called dark box operation is impossible, Xiaoyou, in the name of Su Thirteen, you have to face unknown enemies." ”

"Please, Brother Chu."

Su Shisan's expression was serious, and he bowed solemnly to Chu Ling.

"Yan Nian, Yan Mo."

Chu Ling sat down in his robe, and Xiang Yannian hurriedly ran over when he heard this, and picked up the ink block a little nervously.

"Wrong."

Seeing this, Chu Ling smiled lightly: "Before grinding ink, your heart should be calm, and then you should splash water, and your hands should be steady when you study ink, and follow one direction." ”

Listening to his son-in-law's explanation, Xiang Yannian nodded frequently.

At this age, it is rare to see people with such a heart.

Jiang Zhongzi's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Chu Ling, who was light and light, and secretly sighed, I don't know what kind of poems he will compose.

"Gong Jiang, Rong Chu sells a pass."

Seeing Jiang Zhongzi coming, Chu Ling opened his mouth and said, "The poem that Chu wants to compose, can Jiang Gong not read it first?" ”

Well?

Jiang Zhongzi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Okay, according to Xiaoyou's words, the old man will not look at it for the time being." ”

Jiang Zhongzi said this, but he was a little unbearable in his heart, Jiang Zhongzi was very curious, Chu Ling, who could make masterpieces such as "Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon", "Will Enter the Wine, You Don't See", what poems will he write next?

It's quiet inside Emerald Pavilion.

Jiang Zhongzi and Su Shisan stood in place, looking at Chu Ling, who was writing straight at the desk, revealing different expressions.

……

"Princess, what you said before is true." Lianxin bowed her head slightly, and said to Huangfu Jingyu: "The next literary battle is for the prince of Chu to compose two poems on behalf of Su Thirteen. ”

"Have you ever found Chu Ling's poems?"

Huangfu Jingyu raised her eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Nope."

Lian Xin shook his head and said, "Originally, Jiang Gong wanted to go and watch, but Chu Gongzi said that he wanted to sell a pass......"

"Like him."

Listening to Lianxin's eloquent words, Huangfu Jingyu snorted, "But this palace is a little curious when it arrives, whether Chu Ling is better, or those Confucians who were invited are better." ”

"Princess, the slave doesn't understand something."

Lian Xin hesitated, thought about it, and said: "Rong Zhuguo took such pains to hold this banquet for his sons-in-law, not only invited four great Confucians to comment, but also invited those people to come over, what does Rong Zhuguo want to do?" ”

"Who knows?"

Huangfu Jingyu flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "What Rong Zhuguo thinks, how can ordinary people see through it, if you can really see through Rong Zhuguo, I am afraid that only my father and emperor can see through it." ”

Speaking of this, Huangfu Jingyu thought of the meaningful words he heard when he entered the palace and met his father.

What does this old fox want to do?

Thinking of the emperor Fu Jingyu here, his expression became solemn, thinking about what Rong Zhuguo Dugusheng wanted to do.

……

"Zhuguo, the poems of those people have been prepared."

The old servant who went and returned said respectfully: "It has been sent to the review office, and Liu Gong and they will make comments." ”

"What about them?"

Dugu Sheng slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently.

"They have all left the Dragon's Head Garden."

The old servant said again, just speaking, but the expression on his face was a little hesitant, "But those few people said that since then, there is no cause and effect with the Rongzhu Mansion, and they ...... hope."

"Can I hope that the old man can respect himself?"

The corners of Dugu Sheng's mouth raised slightly.

"Yes."

The old servant didn't dare to hide it.

"That's a good point."

Dugu Sheng said with emotion: "The old man also wants to be self-respecting, but in such a situation, if you advance, you will prosper, and if you retreat, you will decline, and the honor of the Rongzhu Mansion cannot wither in the hands of the old man, no!" In this banquet for sons-in-law, no one can stop the old man. ”

"Zhu Guo, Su Thirteen, who won the martial arts, is located in Cui Yage, which is where Chu Ling, the first leader of the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Society, is located." The old servant thought for a while, and said to Dugu Sheng: "Jiang Zhongzi is also here, I'm afraid that the next Wendou will be the poems written by Chu Ling on behalf of Su Thirteen to participate in the commentary." ”

"Chu Ling?"

Dugu Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he snorted lightly, "A mere leader of the Forget Worry Lake Poetry Club can't affect the overall situation!" ”