After remarrying with my mother, I walked across the capital by hugging my thigh

Lu Qinglan, on the other hand, even looked exactly like Xiao Yuan in thinking.

As Xiao Yuan put down his pen gracefully, Lu Qinglan's side has also become a poem.

The servant who was waiting on the side, after getting permission, carefully put the two poems on the case and presented it.

Wen Xinhou and several respected Confucian masters read all the poems one by one.

Looking at it, Kong Shuyuan was the first to discover that today's is an interesting thing.

"Father, gentlemen, please read this poem."

As Kong Shuyuan said, he handed the poem he had a crush on to Wen Xinhou with both hands.

After Wen Xinhou took the paper, he read it together with several other Confucian masters.

While watching, he read softly.

"Last night, the moon was hidden and the wind suddenly blew, and the river was lonely and empty. Lying on the boat to say goodbye to the rain and listening to the insects, it should be the sound of green dawn. Well, the writing is elegant, calm and peaceful, and it is still a good poem!"

"What Hou Ye said is true, but this old man thinks that the most wonderful thing about this poem is the exquisite lower script with hairpin flowers!"

"That's right! This small script with a hairpin flower. It's like the ice of a broken jade pot, the moon of a rotten Yaotai, graceful like a tree, and muscular like a breeze. It's tall and elegant, smooth and thin, even better than Mrs. Wei!"

The movements among the chairmen made all the students think that the leader had already been revealed.

So, one pass ten, ten pass one hundred, they rushed forward, wanting to have a glimpse.

Lin Youyi also heard the news, she was curious, so she pulled Du Guiyi up and walked over.

Xiao Yu'an also followed Lu Qinglan up and down.

As they got closer, Lin Youyi happened to hear one of the Hongru mention "Mrs. Wei".

She lowered her voice for some unknown reason, leaned closer to Du Guiying and asked in doubt.

"Who is Mrs. Wei?"

"Ms. Wei, named Shuo, styled Maoyi, is a very famous female calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. According to legend, Mrs. Wei was the teacher of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi when he was young. Her small regular script with hairpin flowers has inherited all the characteristics of Zhong Yao's calligraphy, and On the basis of its thinness and flying, it also innovates a kind of elegant charm."

"I see! Sister Du, you are really knowledgeable!"

"The one who wrote that poem in lower script with hairpin flowers is truly knowledgeable! I'm nothing, I just heard about it."

"I don't know which Confucian scholar wrote it. It looks like it's not in vain today."

Lin Youyi smiled and discussed softly with Du Guiwen, and Du Guiwen nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Kong Shuyuan took out another piece of paper from the poem.

"It should be the sound of green dawn, silently entering the dust, splashing ink all over the sky, Mo Song! Don't send it away!"

"This poem is interesting! It is full of disdain, but it is also full of uninhibitedness. One sentence is splashed with ink all over the sky, but it can be seen that its literary talent is brilliant."

As soon as Kong Shuyuan said this, Lin Youyi hurriedly turned around happily to look for Xiao Yuan.

Just now, she had read the poem written by Xiao Yu'an, it was the one that Kong Shuyuan said was interesting.

It can be seen that Xiao Yu'an has no intention of competing.

But he is just perfunctory, which can also make people shine.

Du Guiyi couldn't help following Lin Youyi, and turned to look at Xiao Yu'an.

However, what Lin Youyi didn't expect was that the hairpin flower script that was praised just now was actually made by Lu Qinglan.

Wen Xinhou and several other Confucian scholars couldn't help being amazed when they saw Lu Qinglan stand up.

Lin Youyi's eyes widened even more.

"I don't know, what family is this girl from?"

"Mr. Lao made an inquiry. My father Hua Yin is the governor, and my daughter has only recently entered the Shendu. She only came here to seek medical advice."

"It turned out to be the jewel in the palm of Governor Lu, and she really came from a famous family! I am old and blind! Unexpectedly, although Miss Lu looks weak, she writes in small regular script with hairpin flowers in a powerful and powerful way!"

"Yes, Wei Xu once said: Mrs. Wei's book is like a flower-arranging dancer, holding a lotus low; it's like a beautiful woman on the stage, and a fairy's shadow. I think that Miss Lu's book is better than Mrs. Wei, just like red lotus reflecting water, green Treat Fuxia."

"Several adults have praised you. I really don't dare to be a little girl. It's just a trivial skill that I have practiced since childhood. It can't compare with sister Youyi, who is famous!"

When Lin Youyi heard Lu Qinglan say this, her heart immediately rose to her throat!

It wasn't until this moment that she finally figured out why Lu Qinglan, who was begging for nothing, had to come to the poetry meeting with them today!

It turned out that this Lu Qinglan really wanted her, not Xiao Yu'an!

Just as surprised as Lin Youyi was Kong Shuyuan.

He stood up happily and walked quickly to Lin Youyi.

"A doormat... Fourth Miss, I never expected that you would still be hiding something! Then, Fourth Miss, please enlighten me!"

Lin Youyi rolled her eyes at Kong Shuyuan.

At the same time, those few who made trouble began to move again.

"I always thought that the Fourth Miss of the Hou Mansion was only outstanding in dancing, but I didn't expect that her literary talent is also outstanding!"

"You are really simple! You believe whatever people say!"

"You mean... the Fourth Miss of the Hou Mansion can't even write a single line of poetry?"

"Some people are now the Fourth Miss of the Hou's Mansion, but back then, they were just a little girl under the fence!"

"That's right! A pheasant is a pheasant. If it flies on a branch, it cannot become a phoenix!"

"What Sister Zhao said is true! If this virtue is not worthy, there will be disasters! No matter how good the dance is, it is just a trickster! If you talk about dancing and writing, you will be exposed."

The young ladies who didn't have a long memory all looked at Lin Youyi with a provocative look.

The onlookers also began to whisper.

Lin Youyi was really too lazy to argue with those ladies who were overwhelmed.

However, if she doesn't say a word, it seems that she has paid off those few fine minds!

But if she chokes it back, she has made up her mind about the poem, and she still can't escape being made a fool of herself!

For a while, Lin Youyi was a little bit stuck on a tiger, and was in a dilemma.

Kong Shuyuan frowned slightly displeased, leaned sideways to Lin Youyi, and said in a low voice.

"A doormat, it's been so many years, why are you being bullied every time I see you?"

"I came to cheer you on, but you laughed at me! Young Master, you are really not kind!"

"Who said that! In my territory, it's impossible for you to be bullied!"

Seeing this, Xiao Yu'an was about to step forward when he heard Kong Shuyuan sneering.

"If you are not virtuous at the top, you are virtuous; if you are not virtuous at the bottom, you are not virtuous. If you are virtuous at the top, you don't do anything and you don't think about it; if you are virtuous at the bottom, you have ideas when you don't do anything. It's better for a few girls to restrain themselves. It's easy, and it disperses very quickly!"

Lin Youyi was being confused by Kong Shuyuan's entanglement, but Du Guiyi who was beside her couldn't help but covered her mouth and let out a chuckle.