In the face of everyone's ridicule, Song Yifei smiled and didn't care at all.

In order to hide his identity, he deliberately dressed as an old peasant when he entered the city, he was already thirty-five years old, and now he looks about the same as forty years old.

The name of the women's clothing boss in the previous life was not called in vain, and the makeup skills were very good.

It's just that his overly simple dress makes him look out of place with other scholars.

"Girl, is there a certain age for your young lady?"

"This ...... Not to me!"

The green-clothed maid looked at Song Yifei and shook her head.

It's not a recruiting horse, so naturally there is no age limit, but people who are self-aware should not be involved.

People in their forties and fifties, you are embarrassed to call yourself a genius, and you are embarrassed to hook up with a little girl!

"Since there are no rules, then trouble the girl, send your young lady a review. ”

Song Yifei walked the dragon and snake, and quickly wrote a poem. Purely in terms of calligraphy, it is only stronger than Lu Jiuming, not weaker.

"The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple are fragrant. Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky. ”

When the maid read the verse, the surroundings became silent.

Anyone with a little knowledge can hear the extraordinaryness of this poem, which completely blows everyone in front of them.

"Sir, wait a minute, I'll deliver it to my young lady personally. ”

The maid is also a talented person, and when she got such a good poem, she immediately ran into the yard impatiently.

The person who originally laughed at Song Yifei suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

"The little girl calls others Childe, call me Sir!

Song Yifei complained in his heart.

"The gentleman's talent is convincing!"

Lu Jiuming, who had been savoring it on the side, stepped forward with a smile and bowed, and asked, "Dare to ask Mr. Honorable Name?"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, under the surname Han Mingyu!"

Song Yifei did not despise the other party because of his attitude of being condescending.

Han yu?

I've never heard of this person!

Hearing Han Yu's name, Lu Jiuming was confused, he looked back at his companions, and found that the three of them were also confused.

The person who can make this kind of poem should not be an unknown person, at least a radius of several hundred miles, if there is really such a character, he should know it.

Jingyue Academy is like a large social circle, and those who enter it can't wait to stick their proud work on their faces.

There is no such thing in the world, retreat and hard study, ten years of cold windows, and a blockbuster thing.

Doing knowledge requires mutual communication, and the wisdom of one person can never be compared to a group of people.

"It turned out to be Mr. Han Yu, look up for a long time!"

Whether you know each other or not, let's talk about it first.

"The name of the deer boy has been admired for a long time!"

Business blows this kind of thing, Song Yifei, as a social animal, should not be too proficient.

The other three people also came up, reported their fame one by one, praised each other for a while, and even talked happily with each other.

There is no such thing as jealousy and bleeding.

It is estimated that it is Song Yifei's appearance that makes them not feel threatened.

After a while, the maid took all the verses and walked out.

All the onlookers immediately turned their eyes over, although everyone thought that Song Yifei wrote well, but poetry has to be seen whether it is suitable or not.

If he touches any taboo, he may not be able to get five taels of silver.

"The person who wrote these poems came here, and this is the silver that my young lady has rewarded. ”

The maid read six of the poems, and then gave the author, each of whom five taels of silver.

"This gentleman, my young lady is invited!"

After distributing the silver of the six people, the maid politely invited Song Yifei in.

At this time, Lu Jiuming and the four of them looked a little embarrassed, because the first six people did not include the four of them.

"Did the girl miss something?" Lu Jiuming frowned, a little angry.

No matter how bad his poems are, he won't even get five taels of silver, although he doesn't care about this money, but he always has to save face.

"My young lady said, the four of them are not bad for money!

Although the four of them have a feeling of being tricked, fortunately, it can be regarded as an explanation.

"I don't know what Miss Lu Jia's evaluation of my poems is?"

"Well, Miss said okay, but a little off-topic. ”

Lu Jiuming: "......"

……

"Where does the gentleman live?"

In the inner hall of the Lu Mansion, behind a plum blossom screen, there was a female voice as sweet as a mountain spring.

"Wandering the world, the four seas are home!"

Song Yifei said with a smile.

The person behind the screen covered his mouth and chuckled twice and said, "Sir is really an interesting person." ”

"Thank you, Miss, for the compliment!"

"I was shocked to read Mr.'s masterpiece just now! I wonder if I can write another poem for the little girl?"

When he said this kind of thing, he was obviously going to test him.

"Miss is the question. ”

Song Yifei looked confident and confident.

The nine-year compulsory education is not for nothing, and the Tang and Song poems in his previous life are enough for him to cope with most situations.

However, since Miss Lu wants to test him, she will definitely not come up with those ordinary questions. For example, spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow, parting lovesickness and other common things.

"The little woman has an old man, she doesn't love Hongchen, she just wants to become a monk!

If you are an ordinary reader, you will immediately have to stop eating when you hear this kind of topic.

Ordinary people usually write poems, they write about landscapes, plants and trees, seven emotions and six desires, and exaggerate a little to write about gods and demons.

Monks and poems don't seem to match!

Song Yifei can become a poem in seven steps, but what comes out must be a limerick, if it is really read, it must be smiling and generous.

I also have to do a copy of the text!

Fortunately, in the previous life, there was indeed such an eternal quatrain.

"Sir, you can think about it carefully, and there is no need to rush. ”

Miss Lu, who was behind the screen, obviously knew that this topic was a bit embarrassing, so she didn't let him do it immediately.

"Miss is serious, but it's just a poem. ”

Song Yifei stood up from his chair and took a few steps forward.

"I was worried about hurting the Brahman, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. ”

Waiting for Song Yifei to read the poem and ask, Miss Lu behind the screen was silent for a long time.

"The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to it. Mr. is talented, like the bright moon in the sky, the little woman is beyond the reach of the dust!"

As soon as this poem came out, Song Yifei's status was on a higher level, and Miss Lu spoke more and more politely.

"Miss Lu Miaozan!"

"The little woman is sick, and she doesn't dare to meet her husband, so I hope that Mr. won't blame her!"

Hearing Miss Lu's words, Song Yifei knew that this was the case, he thought that the other party was everyone's girlfriend, and he was unwilling to have too much contact with him, which ruined his reputation.

"Miss Lu, you're welcome!"

"I don't know sir, are you willing to succumb to the Lu Mansion?"

"If Miss doesn't dislike it, I'll bother you next!"

"Qian'er, if you take Mr. Han to Steward Du, you will say that it is my newly hired master!"

"Yes Miss!"

The Qian'er in Miss Lu's mouth is the maid who collects poems outside.

"Sir, please follow me!"

"I'm in trouble with Miss Qian'er!"

"You're welcome, sir!"

Waiting for Song Yifei to follow Qian'er away, Miss Lu behind the screen sighed leisurely.

"Live up to the promise...... There is such a quatrain in the world! There is such a great talent in the world! Alas! It's a pity that I am a little older!"