Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 212 Poetry
The person who wins the best poem will get the round fan said to be embroidered by Kou Wanwan himself.

The round fan was embroidered by Kou Wanwan herself, and it is also a fan, which is commonly used by women, and the meaning contained in it is very intriguing.

Therefore, all the literati present were screaming as if they had been beaten to death.

She vowed to write a poem that moved Kou Wanwan, win the first prize of poetry, and thus get that round fan!
When the little maid announced the rules of the poetry meeting, the temporary stage had been dismantled and many small square tables were set up with the Four Treasures of the Study. It was obviously a place for literati to compose poems.

"Brother Zhu, I'll go first!"

Liu Wencai got up, he was going to write a poem, but he seemed to think of Zhang Ke, and the color suddenly drained from his thin face.

He could only dream of getting that round fan.

It was embroidered by Miss Kou Wanwan stitch by stitch, and was touched by Miss Kou Wanwan... Just thinking about it made him excited. If he falls asleep with that fan in his arms at night, he wonders if he will dream of Miss Wanwan... …

However, Zhang Ke's talent and reputation were hanging over his head like a meteorite. Liu Wencai had almost no chance of winning the top spot in poetry and getting the round fan!
Therefore, Liu Wencai's originally excited face suddenly lost all color.

"My young prince, I wish you a great success, winning the top spot in poetry in one fell swoop, and getting that round fan!" Zhu Xiuyuan said with a smile.

Although he knew Liu Wencai would lose, he still said these auspicious words. It was a kind of... extravagant hope!

"Brother Zhu, I can lend you some good words!"

A trace of color returned to Liu Wencai's face. He straightened his clothes, inserted the folding fan into the collar of his neck again, and walked towards the small square tables with high spirits.

Zhu Xiuyuan looked at Liu Wencai's back. At this time, he straightened his neck and no longer leaned forward slightly. Therefore, he was no longer vulgar, but full of romance...

However, with Zhang Ke here, Liu Wencai's fight for Shigui this time is full of thorns, and it can be said that he is bound to lose!
Zhu Xiuyuan couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile. Liu Wencai straightened his neck for the only time, looking handsome for a while, but this turned out to be on the way to "go to death"... It made people speechless.

"My son-in-law, I see that most of the young scholars have gone to write poems, are you not interested?" Dong Cheng suddenly asked with a smile.

Before Zhu Xiuyuan spoke, Dong Cheng's brother-in-law Li Linzhou also smiled and said: "Zhu Sima, the poetry meeting is an elegant thing. We scholars should be fearless. We should move forward bravely even if we know that we will lose... Hey, if it weren't for I'm already an old man, so I'm going to write a poem, tsk tsk, if I can win the favor of Miss Kou Wanwan, then I will have no regrets in my life, haha..."

Zhu Xiuyuan looked at Li Linzhou in astonishment and thought to himself, saying this in front of your uncle, wouldn't this be causing trouble for himself?
However, Zhu Xiuyuan was wrong.

Participating in poetry gatherings and interacting with brothel prostitutes is now regarded as an elegant thing, and there is nothing strange about it. Maybe the wife at home will be happy when she learns that her husband has won the favor of the brothel prostitute.

Because this shows that her husband is very talented!

As expected, Dong Cheng didn't show anything strange.

He stroked his goat's beard and said: "Well, if the thing Kou Wanwan uses as a reward is not a round fan, I might have to write a poem. Thinking back to those days..."

Zhu Xiuyuan looked at Dong Cheng and Li Linzhou in shock... because most of his thoughts were still stuck in the 21st century.

"Boy Zhu, what are you afraid of, go ahead and try to get that little girl home, hehe, it will be good for you in the future."

The old beggar looked absurd and unruly on the surface, but deep down his eyes were very serious, and it was obvious that he was not joking. "Master! You are making fun of me too!" Zhu Xiuyuan smiled helplessly, "Father-in-law, Li Changshi, well...it's not that I don't want to go, but that I...I can't compose poetry at all!"

Zhu Xiuyuan looked at the old beggar speechlessly again, "Master, the reward for the person who wins the first prize of poetry is a fan, not a promise of body, how can I get him back home? And... besides, Master, your My dear disciple, you are not allowed to knock over the vinegar bottle!"

The old beggar's expression became serious, and he said with a smile: "I wish, boy, please stop pretending. You can go ahead. When the time comes, the old beggar will personally take action and make sure that the little girl will follow you wholeheartedly..."

"Master, please stop talking nonsense!"

Zhu Xiuyuan had a headache. Sometimes this old beggar acted like a shameless person and spoke without restraint, which made people very embarrassed.

……

Zhu Xiuyuan and the others were talking and laughing, but Zhang Ke, Luo Ding and the others suddenly made a commotion.

Zhu Xiuyuan looked around hurriedly and saw that it was Zhang Ke, Luo Ding, Xue Yuan, and a bunch of other literati who were moving, apparently preparing to go to the small square table to compose poems.

Zhu Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows and said to himself: "Zhang Ke is really arrogant. He just set out to write poems and made it so vigorous... But this also shows Zhang Ke's talent from the side. Hey, Liu Wencai Xiao The prince's 1 taels of silver have been completely wasted..."

While Zhu Xiuyuan was thinking wildly, he was shocked to find that Zhang Ke, Luo Ding, Xue Yuan and others were not walking towards the pile of small square tables, but seemed to be... walking towards Zhu Xiuyuan's direction!

Zhu Xiuyuan's eyebrows knitted together. What do you mean?
Find fault?

Zhang Ke and Xue Yuan...could it be that they wanted to inspire Zhu Xiuyuan to write poetry and then watch his jokes?
Zhu Xiuyuan's thoughts were spinning, and he couldn't help but think of this.

"If this is really the case, it would be too... too... tacky. This routine..." Zhu Xiuyuan thought to himself.

As time went by, Zhang Ke, Luo Ding, Xue Yuan, and a bunch of "doglegs" behind them arrived in front of Zhu Xiuyuan's seat.

Zhang Ke and Luo Ding stared at Zhu Xiuyuan with smiles on their faces, while Xue Yuan's face was extremely gloomy, as if he was choosing people to eat... Zhu Xiuyuan suddenly thought that Zhang Ke and Luo Ding were here looking for a job, and it might be Xue Yuan's fault. ghost.

The Xue family...

It's really haunting!
As for the bunch of "doglegs" behind Zhang Ke, almost all of them have a look of ridicule on their faces. It seems that they are always ready to flatter and flatter others at any time... It's really disgusting!
Zhang Ke is a focal figure among the literati in the outer hall, so his movements are very concerning.

After a while, the eyes of almost everyone in the entire outer hall were directed towards him.

The king of Poyang and other princes who sat high on the head were not spared, they all stopped talking in low voices and looked this way together.

King Poyang and King Zhenze remained silent.

The other kings of Xuancheng, Liyang, etc. almost all looked like they were watching a good show.

The other high-ranking officials of the imperial court, local prefecture and county officials, and disciples of King Poyang also looked over one by one with different expressions.

(End of this chapter)