Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 219 Want to go?

After thanking Miss Kou Wanwan again, he returned to his seat.

However, when Zhu Xiuyuan was halfway there, someone started to find trouble: "Miss Wanwan, I won't accept it!"

"Zhu Xiuyuan composed a poem as soon as he started writing. How could he be so fast? He must have plagiarized the old works of his predecessors..."

"Miss Wanwan, I'm not convinced! How can Zhu Xiuyuan, who is not well-known, be able to surpass Mr. Zhang and win the position of the chief poet?"

"Miss Wanwan, I'm not convinced..."

"I'm not convinced, please ask Miss Wanwan to readit again..."

……

Zhu Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows and simply stood halfway to see how the little maid would deal with it.

Now that Zhu Xiuyuan has become the chief poet, it means that the poem he copied has never appeared in this world.

It was "created" by Zhu Xiuyuan.

Zhu Xiuyuan has no doubt about this.

Because Kou Wanwan has held countless poetry gatherings, she must be a master of poetry.

Maybe there is also the title of "girl's school book"...

If Kou Wanwan doesn't think Zhu Xiuyuan is plagiarizing, then Zhu Xiuyuan is not plagiarizing!

So...these people who jump out are looking for trouble!
Let's see how the little maid and Kou Wanwan deal with it.

"Wait a minute and don't be impatient!" the little maid shouted at a louder voice.

Those who were looking for trouble stopped talking and stared at the little maid with two hundred-watt bulb eyes.

Zhang Ke's red face became a little more normal, and he looked over here.

To be honest, Zhang Ke was extremely confident in his own strength. He didn't believe that Zhu Xiuyuan's poems could surpass his.

It's just that Zhang Ke has never experienced failure. In which poem will he not finally win the first prize?

That's why he was so caught off guard by losing his position as the chief poet this time.

This was also the first time he tasted failure...

Luo Ding, Xue Yuan and others also had similar expressions.

"The young lady had long expected that someone would be dissatisfied, so she informed the slave family, took Mr. Zhu's poems, and read them in public to stop everyone from talking." The little maid added.

Although this little maid is small, her voice is very bright and crisp.

She also speaks slowly and smoothly, and can accurately deliver every word to everyone's ears.

I saw her put down the tray, took out the calligraphy paper in the tray, took it in her hand, unfolded it, held both ends of the page of calligraphy paper with both hands, and said first: "What Mr. Zhu wrote is a poem, the name of the word is 'Chang'" Lovesick'."

After finishing speaking, the little maid recited:

"The clouds are swirling, the jade is flying, the thin shirt is light and thin, and the frown is double.

The autumn winds are strong and the rain is gentle. There are three or two banana trees outside the curtain. The night is long and there is nothing anyone can do. "

As soon as this word came out, the whole audience was silent.

Anyone who knows something about pen and ink poetry can appreciate the beauty of this poem.

Zhang Ke's expression changed again, and he quickly lowered his head, no longer looking at the little maid.

The little maid naturally didn't need to pay attention to Zhang Ke's consciousness. She folded the writing paper, put it back on the tray, took out another copy from it, unfolded it, and prepared to recite on the spot: "This one is the seven chapters written by Mr. Zhang." Rhythmic poetry..."

"Wait a minute!"

Just when the little maid opened her mouth and was about to start reciting, Zhang Ke suddenly stood up, stretched out one hand, and shouted anxiously to the little maid.

Zhang Ke stopped. This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.To compare Zhu Xiuyuan's poems and Zhang Ke's poems, which one is better, it is natural to put them out for everyone to comment and compare.

But why did Zhang Ke call a halt?
Could it be...

Everyone already understands this.

With a shy face, Zhang Ke first said to the little maid: "No need to read!" Then he turned to face Zhu Xiuyuan, clasped his fists and saluted casually, and said: "I am not as good at poetry as Brother Zhu, take my leave!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ke walked away.

He wanted to escape from the place where he lost his position as Shikui for the first time.

Escape from this place where he tasted failure for the first time!

Everyone in the entire outer hall suddenly realized... It turns out that Zhu Xiuyuan's poetic talent has indeed surpassed Zhang Ke's!
Otherwise, why didn't Zhang Ke let the maid read his poems on the spot?
He must be afraid that his clumsy work will be embarrassing when read!
When everyone was stunned, Zhang Ke had already walked several steps towards the door of the outer hall.

Luo Ding, Xue Yuan and others, as well as those losers, also followed suit.

"and many more!"

Suddenly, Liu Wencai shouted to Zhang Ke and others.

Zhang Ke stopped, and Luo Ding and others also stopped. Zhang Ke frowned slightly and turned to look at Liu Wencai: "Little prince, what do you have to say?"

"Haha, I don't dare to teach you. Although I am the heir of a prince, in terms of poetry and literary brilliance, I am far inferior to Mr. Zhang Ke and Zhang who is the most popular in the capital. Haha..."

Liu Wencai's words were obviously ridiculing.

In the case of Zhang Ke losing, he also said that he was "the best talent in the capital". Isn't this a slap in the face?

Zhang Ke was indeed very angry. He gritted his teeth secretly, stared at Liu Wencai, and clenched his hands into fists in his long sleeves, trembling slightly.

Zhang Ke has always been the protagonist. No matter which poetry meeting he participates in, the position of chief poet will belong to him in the end!
However, in this remote Jiangzhou, he actually lost, lost to someone...

He is so angry!

Now being provoked by Liu Wencai's words again, Zhang Ke felt dizzy and almost ran away...

But reason still prevails. If he loses, he loses. If word spreads, others will say that he cannot afford to lose...

Zhang Ke suppressed his anger, glared at Liu Wencai and Zhu Xiuyuan with his eyes as if they were about to spit fire, and turned to leave: "Let's go!"

"Go? Wait!"

Liu Wencai stopped Zhang Ke again.

Zhang Ke's face was already a little worried, and he said angrily: "Liu Wencai, don't just rely on you being the son of a prince to do whatever you want. If you go too far, Li Guoxiang may not agree!"

Zhang Ke showed his confidence.

That is the so-called "Li Guoxiang".

The prime ministers of Chen State were actually the well-known prime ministers and prime ministers.

The Prime Minister is the head of hundreds of officials, commanding six ministries, competing with various military attachés in the court, and has great power.

Zhang Ke is the son of the county magistrate of Jiangning County in the capital city, and the magistrate of Jiangning County is someone protected by Li Guoxiang...

"Ouch! I'm so scared!"

Liu Wencai patted his chest exaggeratedly and made a scared expression.

Then he faced his father, King Zhenze, and shouted: "Father, my son is so scared. That Zhang Kekai was sitting cross-legged at the bank, lost the bet, and even brought out Li Guoxiang to threaten my son. Father, my son I feel so scared!"

When Liu Wencai made such a fuss, everyone in the outer hall suddenly reacted.

Yes, before the poetry meeting started, these young people even started betting!

When the rest of the guests were stunned, Zhang Ke, Luo Ding, Xue Yuan, Zhang Ke's thugs, and those who bought Zhang Ke's win, all felt horrified in their hearts!

(End of this chapter)