I heard that Moe is going to run away again

Chapter 242
Naturally, Xing Yujie knew what he was thinking, and he didn't expose it. Instead, he said, "This...is really hard to choose." It would be a shame if these works that were barely called poetry were selected by him.

Qingyou also shook her head, not sure if it meant that it was difficult to choose, or that there were no good poems.

Xiao Shumo responded: "Yes, they are all so wonderfully written. It is really difficult to choose a winner from so many poems. It's a pity that my son only has one authentic work by Master Tang Confucianism."

Huoxue doesn't know how to compose poems, and she also heard that those people's compositions are really not very good. Thinking of Xing Yujie's words that the calligraphy and painting start at 1 taels of silver, her heart became hot, and she asked: "Mr. Xiao, the calligraphy and painting will really be rewarded Winner?"

Xiao Shumo's face darkened, and Xing Yujie immediately said: "Of course, Brother Xiao, my friend is from another place, and I don't know Brother Xiao's generosity. Those who don't know are not to be blamed." forget.

Then Xiao Shumo looked better.

Huoxue smiled and said, "Mr. Xiao is a man of talent, with...a sense of righteousness, and he is a man who will do what he says. I was just surprised to hear that Master Tang Ru's works were to be rewarded. After all, it is Tang Master Confucianism!"

With such a boast, Xiao Shumo's face became smug: "Actually, I like it very much, but I just think that Master Tang Ru's works can be accepted by real talents, and I am also happy for Master Tang."

Huoxue smiled and said: "I just wrote a poem, I wonder if I can read it out for everyone to comment on?"

Xing Yujie raised his eyes, a eunuch writing poetry?It's really unheard of, but Huo Xue wanted to, this eunuch is weird, maybe he has some clever words.

Xing Yujie said: "Anyway, the winner hasn't been announced yet, so you can do it."

Huoxue smiled, and said confidently: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces."

Everyone was in an uproar...

What they do is at least a bit more advanced than doggerel. What this young man writes is also called poetry?Is it counting?

One person laughed and said, "Can this be called poetry? Vernacular is almost the same. If you don't know how to write poetry, please don't humiliate us."

Xing Yujie was also a little bit taken aback, he thought she had something clever to say, so he asked her to say it, who knows...

Thinking of the puzzled look in his eyes upstairs when he mentioned the price of Master Tang Ru's works, she must be trying her luck for money, right?
Xiao Shumo scolded with a gloomy face: "For the sake of you being Lord Xing's friend, I won't attack you anymore. Are you making fun of us scholars who can't write poetry? Step back."

A scholar laughed loudly: "Wouldn't her next sentence be 'five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces'? Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed together.

Unexpectedly, Huo Xuesha said in a serious manner: "Yes, you are so smart. It is 'five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces'."

The person who spoke just took a sip of tea, couldn't hold it back, and sprayed it out. Fortunately, there was no one in front of him, and the spray fell to the ground, as if he had choked on a drink, and coughed violently.

The Qingyou Pavilion Master was not annoyed, and said lightly: "Young master, let's sit down and have a cup of tea, and listen to the other masters."

Huoxue said unconvinced: "Pavilion Master, I am just short, not small at all, I am today."

Surprise flashed in everyone's eyes, they thought they were only fourteen or fifteen years old, but they didn't expect to be eighteen...

Look at this appearance is indeed a good appearance, it is this head...

Look around, no one is shorter than her.

(End of this chapter)