"Oh? Are you so sure? ”

Cheng Guang looked at the turtle slave in front of him, and there was a bit of meaningful luster in his eyes.

It turned out to be true.

This Bai Shuxuan doesn't seem to be the kind of person who engages in Jiang Taigong's fishing, and those who wish to take the bait.

The turtle slave's eyebrow-eyed face showed a slight smack, swallowed dry saliva, and said with a smile at the corners of his stiff mouth:

"Where the prince said, where do I dare to deceive the son."

Cheng Guang's fingers tapped on the tabletop, his eyes looked up and down at the turtle slave in front of him, and he didn't say a word.

Under Cheng Guang's gaze, the turtle slave was obviously under great pressure, and the sweat on his whole body kept flowing down, and his feet began to tremble.

In the face of such a noble big man as the prince, a small person like him is usually not even worthy of standing in front of the prince, and at this time, he was so directly watched by the prince, he quickly became afraid.

The corners of the turtle slave's mouth pulled into a stiff smile: "Shizi, if you don't want this poem, then I'll leave, don't dare to disturb Shizi." ”

Cheng Guang chuckled: "It's all here, what are you going to do, show me your poem." ”

Hearing this, the turtle slave breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully put the black scroll in his hand on the table.

"Shizi, you only need to copy the verses in this scroll onto rice paper, hand it over to the white girl to read, and you can pass the exam."

"Although this poem can help Shizi pass the exam, whether he can become the guest of the White Girl in the end depends on Shizi himself."

Cheng Guang nodded noncommittally, and did not open the scroll in his hand in a hurry, but just picked up the black scroll, checked it in his hand, and then asked:

"How much do you want this scroll to cost?"

The turtle slave wiped the sweat from the top of his head and laughed dryly.

"Where does the little one dare to ask for the prince's money, and being able to help the prince is already a blessing for the villain."

When Cheng Guang heard this, he waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, get out." ”

He had no intention of giving money.

The turtle slave was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect that the wealthy prince really didn't mean to give money, but he didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly fled and left the seat.

Qiao Songshan on the side had already noticed this scene, and his eyes widened, as if he was incredible.

"Boss, do you believe what the turtle slave said? It will definitely allow you to pass the exam questions of Bai Shuxuan...... This is too much. ”

Cheng Guang smiled indifferently and looked at the scroll in his hand, "There is nothing wrong with what this turtle slave said, maybe it can really be." ”

As he spoke, Cheng Guang handed the scroll in his hand to Qiao Songshan, "How about it, do you want to try it for you?" ”

Qiao Songshan hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head, "No, no, if this poem can really pass Bai Shuxuan's exam questions, it will naturally be used by you, boss." ”

"I'm afraid that the quality of this poem is not good, after all, what good poems can be in the hands of the turtle slave, if you take it out, in the end, you will not pass the white girl's exam questions, and you will fall into your face, boss, I specify that I want to pinch the turtle slave to death."

Qiao Songshan looked worried, and then urged Cheng Guang to open the scroll and take a look.

"Boss, take this scroll apart and take a look, I'll take a look at it for you."

Cheng Guang looked helpless, "Can you understand the quality of the poem?" ”

Qiao Songshan was stunned for a moment, his eyes were round, and he didn't react for a while, and then he just scratched his head in embarrassment.

Cheng Guang smiled dumbly when he saw this, took apart the scroll, and spread it flat on the table.

A four-line poem falls on the paper, the handwriting is delicate, and the pen is restrained and hidden.

Qiao Songshan leaned his head over.

"The sky is good in autumn, and everyone looks forward to it."

"The clouds are born and thousands of streams are white, and the dew washes a clear river."

Qiao Songshan muttered the poem in a low voice, and after reading it, he still looked confused, he could see that this was a poem, but he really couldn't tell whether this poem was good or bad.

"Is this poem about the moon?"

"Why don't I see the word 'month'?"

Cheng Guang was not surprised, looked at the poem carefully, and replied casually: "Taking the moon as the theme, it is not necessary to appear the word moon in the poem. ”

Qiao Songshan suddenly realized, his hands were lightly clasped together, and he made a tapping shape, "I see." ”

"Boss, you're so smart."

Cheng Guang didn't care that Qiao Songshan didn't have much gold content, but continued to look at the poem carefully.

It is said that words are like people, and the handwriting and handwriting of this poem are obviously not made by the turtle slave, but like a woman.

Did Bai Shuxuan write it herself, or was it the maid beside her?

In any case, this poem is definitely from Bai Shuxuan's hands.

Cheng Guang just glanced at this poem, and felt that this poem was okay, although it was not as good as the ancient masterpieces in his mind, but in this world, it can be regarded as a masterpiece.

I can't see that this white book is really a bit literary.

Cheng Guang flipped through it a few times, and copied the poems on the scroll onto rice paper, he didn't use a brush a few times, and the words written with the brush can only be described as "can be seen".

After transcribing the poems, I put down my pen, thought about it, and wrote down a few poems from my past life in my mind.

At this time, I happened to hear a commotion downstairs.

"Girl, I've written it!"

Someone stood up, holding rice paper.

It was a scholar wearing a Confucian robe with a handsome face, and I saw that he had a confident face, as if he had written excellent poetry.

When the maid heard the movement, the maid in red smiled and ordered the servant to bring the rice paper, and when the servant handed the rice paper to her, she turned around and walked towards the screen.

It was only a moment before it reappeared.

"Childe, your poem is not in line with the white girl's heart, take a break and write another poem?"

The scholar's face froze slightly, and he froze in place in despair, and when he wanted to say something, his voice was drowned out in the sea of people.

"Lady in red, I've written it too, send the poem I wrote to the white girl."

"I've written it too."

"My poem is really wonderful, you should not be able to compare to me, Bai Shuxuan is none other than me."

"Now don't worry, everyone, send my poems first."

“……”

It seems to start with this reader.

Many people stood up one after another, indicating that they had finished their poems.

For a moment, the voices in the Jade Pavilion became chaotic.

Wen Qinghe, who was downstairs, also put down his pen at this time, looked at his newly written poems, smiled, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, yes, my poem, I don't think anyone in the venue can compare to it."

Wen Qinghe muttered to himself.

Several students around him also completed poems one after another, and after exchanging a few words with each other, they called a servant to give their poems to the red-clothed maid upstairs.

Those who were still immersed in conceiving poems became more and more anxious.

You must know that although Bai Shuxuan does not limit the time for composing poems, once she chooses the person she likes and becomes her guest of the curtain, no matter how good the poems they come up with later, they will not have much effect.

At the private seat, Cheng Guang watched the movement of the venue, and felt that he could take this opportunity to send the rice paper up, call the servants on the side of the elegant seat, and give the rice paper to the red-clothed maid.

The servant respectfully took the rice paper, and then walked quickly to hand it to the maid in red.

When the red-clothed maid saw the direction in which the rice paper was sent, she lowered her eyebrows and smiled gently at Cheng Guang, and then continued to collect the poems sent by others.

It's just that if there are a few sporadic poems sent, she can go back and forth a few more times and send the poems to Bai Shuxuan to read, but all of a sudden there are more poems, so she is ready to collect more poems and send them to Bai Shuxuan at one time.

After a few moments, when there were fewer poems to be delivered, she got up and walked behind the screen.

Everyone's eyes followed the maid in red closely, and finally converged in the room where Bai Shuxuan was.

The people who were still struggling to conceive the poem put down the ink pen in their hands for a while.

The poems sent in for Bai Shuxuan to read this time can be said to represent the highest level of poetry present.

Many students from the academy sent their poems to them.

In this wave alone, there are not a few people who can pass the exam questions.

In this way, with so many people who have passed the exam, how can there not be a person who declares his heart in a white book?

It seems that Bai Shuxuan's guest is about to be born tonight.

Those who did not finish the poem put down the pen and ink in their hands in frustration, feeling that they had no chance.

And those who had finished the poem and handed it over to the maid in red with most of the people were staring at the room in the center with wide eyes, their eyes full of antiquity.

In the crowd, Wen Qinghe held a painting fan, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at Bai Shuxuan's position with a light smile.

He didn't act as nervous as the others, and the whole person was relaxed.

Obviously, he already felt that it was inevitable that he could pass Bai Shuxuan's exam questions.

Once he passed Bai Shuxuan's exam questions, and then relied on his appearance to become Bai Shuxuan's guest of the curtain, isn't it a matter of being caught?

Wen Qinghe confidently believes that this matter has been stabilized.

Even if there was a lot of miscellaneous fish and mud around, he didn't think that Bai Shuxuan would miss such a dazzling pearl as him.

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