There was silence in the gazebo.

Ji Jin came back to his senses after a long time, and there seemed to be a faint plum fragrance on the tip of his nose.

Liu Qingfang is the same, after pondering for a while, she only feels that this poem is catchy, and she feels that she can write it, but she really wants to imitate the lyrics but always loses the original charm.

She hurriedly greeted Yuanbao: "Yuan Gongzi's "Plum Blossom" is concise and powerful, and the little woman thinks that not only can she go to the pavilion, but she may also be able to enter the "Daxing Poetry Collection". ”

Is it really so awesome?!

Yuan Bao thought that he had picked up the treasure, but because this poem was not written by himself, he hurriedly excused himself.

"This poem was written by Ben Gongzi and a friend, and I will talk about it later if it is not included in the poetry collection."

Yuanbao's refusal made Ji Jin even more sure that this was a ghostwritten poem.

She couldn't help but wonder which gentleman wrote for Yuanbao.

You must know that a masterpiece like "Plum Blossoms" that can be passed down through the ages, and the signature will cost thousands of taels of pen polishing.

If the Yuan family can let this gentleman write poems without his signature, he must have made a lot of money.

Regardless of whether it is ghostwriting or not, in short, it should be made by people from Jinling.

Ji Jin immediately copied it with a plum blossom seal, thinking of giving it to Xu Lao for tasting, so that they could add a little more flavor when fishing on the island.

Who knew that before the poem was finished, another young man full of martial spirit came up.

"Haven't consulted this son's name yet?"

"Draw chrysanthemums."

The maidservant looked at the name of the five big and three rough youth newspapers, and hurriedly lowered her head, thinking many times about the sadness of the last time the young lady punished her for copying a collection of poems.

Liu Qingfang had already covered her mouth and laughed so much that the flowers and branches trembled, attracting the attention of the young man for a while.

Ji Jin also almost laughed, and could only praise: "Good...... Tasteful name. ”

She loves chrysanthemums, and in the face of the five big and three thick young people who call this name, she can only praise it.

"Painting chrysanthemums: flowers do not bloom and a hundred flowers, independent sparse hedges are not endless. I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. ”

The young man breathed a sigh of relief after reciting it, and then reported his family name.

Ji Jin didn't care whether the other party was called a painting chrysanthemum at this time, she stared at the patterns on the bamboo curtain, as if she saw the autumn chrysanthemum swaying in the cold autumn wind, and her heart was touched.

"I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could I have blown down the ...... in the north wind"

That's exactly what she's talking about!

It's just that the strong man in front of him is waiting for her to announce the results, and it is really hard to imagine that he can make such a dignified poem.

Not surprisingly, someone was found to write it for me.

When did such powerful ghostwriters come to Jinling City?

At this time, another man came to read his magnum opus.

It's still not a registration number, and I'll memorize the poems first.

"Spring Village": Orchid leaf path in the mountains, peach and plum orchards outside the city. How do you know that people are quiet, and you don't feel the noise of birds? ”

“……”

Ji Jinzhu's lips opened slightly, and the words of praise were too late to say, and the "talents" who held straw paper appeared one after another.

Let Ji Jin have a new understanding of famous poems.

Who is it?

Which talented ghostwriter wrote so many good sentences?

Mei Lanju has it, I don't know what kind of technique and what kind of mood the ghostwriter will use to Yongzhu!

If it weren't for Ji Jin's peace and careful thinking, he would definitely have snatched those papyri papers at this time and traced the clues from them.

The one who can write such poems must be the best in the field of poetry, and she will surely recognize whose handwriting it is if she has seen the authentic handwriting of those people.

"Students, please wait a moment for the little girl to transcribe your poems and then make a judgment?"

Qiu Jin didn't even look at these false talents anymore, staring directly at the crumpled straw paper in their sleeves, and felt distressed.

Authentic!

This is a rare real handiwork!

These big bosses and ruined people!

She also wanted to open her eyes to her friend from the capital, that is, Miss Shen, the owner of the island who contributed to the venue of this talent conference.

As the saying goes: words are like people.

If the other party is pleasant-looking, the close friend who often complains that she only reads sour poems every day must appreciate the charm of poetry and understand how important her interests and hobbies are.

Liu Qingfang was also anxious.

In order to make her crush appear in front of the nobles in the capital, she tried her best to ask for a place to listen and study, and she thought that she would help one or two when the time came.

But now that there are so many famous poems coming out, she really has no confidence that the poem she gave to her favorite can squeeze into the top 100.

Liu Qingfang couldn't help but wonder if the title of a talented woman was too easy to get because her literate daughter had too few families.

Otherwise, why would any poem recited by a son-in-law who is unlearned and unskilled be so brilliant that she has an illusion of unattainability?

Listening to the poems read by another person who walked into the pavilion hit her heart, Liu Qingfang couldn't help but fantasize: if a man could write such a masterpiece for her, he would be able to harmonize with her.

It's a pity that although her sweetheart Ye Gongzi is familiar with poetry books, he can only write one or two limerick poems.

And her fiancé is a straw bale who can't even keep a place to stay...... Don't mention it.

Who is it?

Liu Qingfang was both curious and depressed.

Who the hell spoiled her good deeds?

……

On the shores of Xuanwu Lake.

After selling ten poems, Ning Wuxian carried twenty taels of silver ingots and eighty taels of silver tickets, and when he saw the last gold owner enter the pavilion and was not driven out, he squeezed through the crowd and walked back.

The students who originally ignored the papyrus poems he sold were suddenly red-eyed when they saw that the person who bought the poems had already landed on the island in a sedan chair.

"Ning Wuxian, is there still a poem?"

"No, I'll take ten."

"You're such a big fool, you only sell ten songs for such a good business! Why don't you go back and buy poems to sell? You buy more, give me a discount when the time comes. ”

There were also some women who were dressed so cool that they were scantily revealing that they were asking where they had bought their poems.

"Ning Gongzi, would you like to introduce the poet to us?"

"The little girl admires his talent and wants to recommend herself to the pillow."

In order to make him confess, the girls kept sending Qiubo, as if he had never seen a woman's first brother.

Self-recommended pillow seat? Can't he really see that this is the students who paid to sell meat?

The beauty plan has been used, it seems that the market for selling poetry is very large, but it has caused such a big sensation, Miss Ji in the pavilion should also sense that something is wrong, and it is time to stop.

"The person who wrote the poem is by the lake, so you can find it slowly."

Ning Wuxiao, who was thought to be a big fool, smiled and handed over the truth.

He walked out of the instantly chaotic crowd without looking back.

As soon as I stepped into the alley leading to the medical hall, I noticed that a fragrant breeze had been following behind me, and it seemed to have started to follow from the lakeside...... He jerked to a halt and turned back.

"Ahh

"He's found out."

Two steps away, stood two girls with veils over their faces.

A female escort with a big waist and a round waist.

The one who was more gorgeously dressed was petite and cute, with a pair of big fawn-like eyes flickering, and the pair of round ones that trembled because of the sprint, which was extremely cute.

In the era when it was popular to go to the style of talented women, such a girl was very rare.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly with a veil on her face, the smile in her eyes made people feel good.

"Girl, are you looking for something?" Ning Wuxiao didn't go around in circles with the other party.

The other party didn't go around the bend with him: "I want to see where you buy from, Childe." ”

Purchase? Oh!

She didn't have anyone looking for someone by the lake, Xiao ...... Oh no, the big girl is quite clever.

"Girl, I really only took ten poems, and when they are sold out, they will be gone."

Sincerity is always nirvana.

Ning Wuxian didn't lie, coupled with his extremely deceptive and harmless face, the other party believed it.

"I thought I was lucky, I could buy a few poems from you and sell them to others to make the difference, I know a lot of rich people who love poetry."

The abacus sounded and fell directly into his face.