"Well, Miss Zhu is right, I don't think there's any need to pass. Someone chimed in.

"Haha, since that's the case, let's move on. Hearing this, Sun Limin also nodded with a smile.

The others nodded in agreement.

......

It's just that when Qin Xuanxuan turned her head slightly, her brows furrowed, because she found a very familiar figure.

This is a very familiar bald head, and the bald head is wearing colorful clothes, not like a serious monk at all.

"Huh?" Qin Xuanxuan couldn't help but stare at the shore suspiciously, and her eyes became brighter.

However, due to the distance, Qin Xuanxuan couldn't see it very clearly, and the bald head stood in the middle of the crowd, as if there were many people pointing at him and scolding.

"Sister Qin?"

But at this time, Zhu Wenting on the side gently pushed her and reminded: "Sun Gongzi, are you calling......"

"Huh?" Qin Xuanxuan reacted at this time, Sun Limin was indeed looking at her.

"What does Miss Qin think of this poem?"

Sun Limin politely pointed to the freshly written poems on the table and asked.

"Oh, that's good. Qin Xuanxuan didn't look at it, so she replied and looked at the shore again.

"This ......"

This made Sun Limin a little embarrassed, but he only smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Sister Qin, what's wrong with you? Could it be that there are people you know on the shore?" asked Zhu Wenting suspiciously.

After that, she also looked towards the shore, but at this time, she could no longer see the figure of the little monk.

"Hey...... Don't run......"

Qin Xuanxuan watched the bald head disappear from the side of the street, she stretched out her hand and shouted anxiously.

Then, under the strange gaze of everyone, he called a small boat and rushed to the shore.

The rest of the people in the painting boat looked confused, and the most embarrassing one was Sun Limin, who originally wrote a poem to a woman as the first genius in Jinshan, which woman was not flattered?

He has used this trick countless times, and each time it has made the woman admire and throw herself into her arms......

"This ...... What's wrong with Miss Qin?" someone asked suspiciously.

"Hmph, little girl who doesn't know how to be polite, just ignore it, let's go on, don't let such uneducated people interrupt our poetry meeting. Zhao Qianming shook his head and said loudly.

"Well, Zhao Gongzi is right......"

"I really don't know what to ......do," Zhu Wenting couldn't help muttering when she saw this.

However, her eyes soon lit up, and the soul of gossip began to burn again, and she said mysteriously: "But this can't be blamed on Sister Qin, I don't know if you have heard about Sister Qin's engagement, I heard that it was a monk...... I think Sister Qin may have seen through the red dust and wants to be a nun and fly with that monk......"

"Haha...... Miss Zhu is really funny when she speaks......" Sun Limin heard this, and handed Zhu Wenting an approving look.

"No wonder, hahaha...... What a girl...... It's ......," the others laughed along.

"Don't talk about others. The white-haired old man, however, stopped the crowd with some displeasure and continued.

On the painting boat, probably only this white-haired old man has the highest status, and his literary attainments are the highest, and several people nodded obediently when they heard the words.

However, more noisy noises began to come from the shore, and someone began to bring the piece of paper that had been circulated on the shore to the painting boat.

"Childe, take a look at this ......," a man dressed as a family man came over with a chapter of rice paper.

"Don't be reckless. Seeing this, Zhao Qianming immediately frowned and shouted.

"No, Childe, I have a poem here, which is a little strangely written......"

With that, the man dressed as a housekeeper handed over the rice paper with both hands.

"Let's put it first, I don't want to read other people's yet, let's review Sun Gongzi's poem first. Sun Qianming waved his hand and said.

After all, Qin Xuanxuan suddenly left just now, which made the atmosphere of the entire poetry club instantly become bad, and now the best way is to watch another poem by Sun Limin and bring the atmosphere back.

"But ......"

The guy holding the rice paper still wanted to insist on persuading Zhao Qianming to look at what he was holding first, but Zhao Qianming had already walked to the table.

The white-haired old man also began to slowly walk to the table and began to taste, after all, this old man was the only one with the highest reputation in the entire poetry club, and if he could get his praise, he would probably be famous tomorrow.

It's just that the wind was a little strong at night, and the paper in the hand of the famous man was a little unstable, so he flew out and landed on the table in front of the white-haired old man, covering Sun Limin's poems.

"Hmm......" The white-haired old man frowned, but when he saw the contents of the paper, he frowned.

"What is this...... Seeing this, Zhao Qianming hurriedly stepped forward to take the paper away.

"Wait...... Let's take a look at this ...... first," the white-haired old man said to stop.

"Okay, teacher. Zhao Qianming's hand was just halfway out, so he had to say with some embarrassment.

When the others saw this, they also gathered around.

I saw a line of extremely ugly fonts written on the rice paper on the desktop.

"This ...... ......Seeing this, someone immediately frowned and asked, "This is something written by a three-year-old child, right?

"That's it...... Zhao Gongzi, your subordinates are too much......"

......

Seeing this, the housekeeper's face changed, and he hurriedly explained: "No, this poem has spread on the shore...... The villain doesn't know whether it's good or bad, but it seems like this poem is a little strange...... But Childe told him that once there is a good poem, he will bring it...... So, and it is said to have been written by a monk......"

"What can a monk write?"

"That's not an ordinary monk...... the family quickly explained, but he didn't know how to describe this monk, anyway, it was very special.

"Wait, it's a monk again?" Zhu Wenting frowned, but in her mind, she recalled what Qin Xuanxuan had just said.

In fact...... He can also write poetry, although the words are a little ugly, but the poems are still well written.

It's really ugly, can't it be such a coincidence?

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenting's brows furrowed even deeper, by the way, I remember what Qin Xuanxuan just said, what does this monk seem to be called...... Xiao Yan?

Surely it can't be...... How can a monk write poetry?

Zhu Wenting immediately denied her ridiculous idea.

"Don't jump to conclusions, let's take a look at this poem first......" But at this moment, the white-haired old man frowned and said.

"Okay, teacher......"

Only then did the crowd begin to read the poem carefully.

Zhu Wenting looked at it more seriously, after all, she must confirm the thoughts in her heart before she can feel at ease.

I saw that the words were really ugly and crooked, but they could be recognized when you looked at them carefully.

"This ...... This is the word ......"

Everyone slowly looked at the first word, and their faces gradually became strange.

The breeze blew across the lake, and the lanterns were blown and swayed, reflecting everyone's faces.

The man who brought the paper was a little worried, and if the poem was not written well, he would definitely be scolded...... It's all because of the impulsiveness at the beginning, but the eyes of those people on the shore look at this word clearly, and they become different.

Although Jia Ding doesn't understand poetry, he is still very confident in his job of reading people's faces as a minion.

There were a lot of onlookers, and some of the people standing behind couldn't see the words on the paper, but they were a little anxious.

"Why don't you find someone to read it out?"

One of the people who was blocked said loudly.

"Yes, since it's a poetry club, even if you don't write well, you can read it and listen to it, and make us a negative teaching material. ”

“......”

It's just that the onlookers didn't move at all, staring at the paper as if they were enchanted.

Even the white-haired old man frowned and pondered, and the expression on his face changed.

Finally, after a few moments, the men withdrew their gaze, but their expressions were extremely complicated.

"How's it going?

The people who didn't see the paper saw this, and they were even more curious, so they shouted a little impatiently.

"Well, I don't approve of the judgment either, so let's think about it...... Let's rate it together......"

The white-haired old man picked up the rice paper and frowned.