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Chapter 30 Fighting Poems
Liu Mei doesn't want to compete for beauty, so she hardly shows up.

This added a bit of mystery to her and made people want to see her even more.

Cao Yingxu was talking and laughing happily with a few familiar people.

Seeing Miss Plum Blossom and Xia Tian coming up, he looked at Xia Tian with his eyes.

"The plum blossom girl is here."

"The girl Plum Blossom is so beautiful, is the one next to her the author of the poem about plum blossom?"

"Is he so young? He looks only eighteen or nineteen years old?"

Most of the talents in this world are people in their 40s and [-]s, there are almost no ones like Xia Tian's age.

Like Cao Yingxu next to him, one of the five great talents in Beijing, he is now 32 years old.

Among the other talented scholars around, the youngest is 27 or 40 years old, and there are also old talents in their [-]s.

Many people's eyes moved to Xia Tian's body, they didn't expect him to be so young.

Liu Mei found her own place and sat down, Xia Tian sat next to her.

Tea, pastries and fruits are placed on the desk.

He glanced around the crowd, then ate snacks like no one else was there.

"You are the author of the poem about plums?"

A talented man in his 40s came over to question him.

In his opinion, that poem was definitely not written by Xia Tian, ​​at such a young age, it might have been written by an elder at home.

Xia Tian looked up at him: "Is there something wrong?"

"You really wrote the poem about plums?"

His tone was full of suspicion and disdain.

"Could it be that you made it? At such a long age, you don't educate your children at home, but you still go to flower houses like young people, can your body bear it?"

Some people around couldn't help laughing, but they quickly regained their composure.

"you……"

The old wit's face was flushed, and the hand that pointed at him trembled slightly.

"How dare you compete with me? If you lose, I have nothing to say."

"If you win, I'm afraid others will say that I bully the elderly."

"It's just the power of words. If you are afraid, forget it. How can you make such artistic poems at your age? It must be plagiarism."

Some people around looked at this side with a smile on their faces.

They have already planned it.

At this time, someone walked up to the second floor, it was Miss Mingyue and her maid.

She was wearing a red skirt, graceful, charming and sexy, with a charming smile on her lips.

Everyone looked at her instantly, and couldn't help admiring in their hearts: What a stunning beauty.

She walks gracefully, her slender waist is shaking, and her legs are slender and well-proportioned.

"Mingyue has met all of you young masters and gifted scholars, and welcomes you all to come and participate in the Moon Worship Festival poetry meeting in Wanhualou."

Everyone nodded in response, with smiles on their faces.

Many people come here for the Meihua girl and the Mingyue girl.

Mingyue glanced at Xia Tian and withdrew her gaze: "Just now I heard that you all want to fight poems?"

"Wouldn't it be a little bit less fun if the Moon Worship Festival poetry meeting didn't include fighting poems?"

A young man held a folding fan and said with a faint smile.

This person is Zhao Ren, one of the five great talents in the capital, as famous as Cao Yingxu.

He didn't sit with Cao Yingxu, both of them were the top five talents in the capital, and they were also rivals.

While talking, another group of people came up, all of them were rich and well-dressed young masters.

Everyone got up one after another, Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren didn't dare to push it too hard, because the person who came was very important.

They are all the sons of court officials, if they offend them carelessly, their official careers may be over.

On the spot, Xia Tian didn't stand up, sitting next to Liu Mei and eating fruit.

Liu Mei originally planned to get up, but was held down by Xia Tian.

"Xia Lang and the others are the sons of officials, making friends with them will be good for your future career."

"No, if you dare to move, I will spank your ass."

Liu Mei's pretty face flushed, she sat there and didn't dare to get up.

Miss Mingyue, Miss Ziyan, Miss Furong and other girls from Wanhualou greeted them.

Seven or eight noble sons were surrounded by a group of people and sat in the VIP seats.

"I heard about Miss Mingyue's name two days ago. It's better to be famous than to meet. Meeting is more famous."

"Mr. Shangguan won the prize, how can I have such a great reputation."

"Looking back at Hua Cong Lazily, who is half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a gentleman, anyone who sees Mingyue girl will probably have this state of mind."

"I heard that Mr. Xia who wrote this poem is also here?"

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Hongxuan looked at the people around him, trying to determine which one was Xia Tian.

Everyone's eyes are on Xia Tian.

Shangguan Hongxuan looked at Xia Tian following everyone's gaze.

When he saw that he was not as old as the weak crown, he looked surprised.

He got up and walked over, with a smile on his handsome face: "Is this Mr. Xia? I'm Shangguan Hongxuan."

Xia Tian nodded slightly: "Hello, Mr. Shangguan."

"I have seen Mr. Shangguan."

Liu Mei also nodded in salute.

"Miss Plum Blossom, you're welcome. I didn't expect Mr. Xia to be so young. It's amazing."

"Young Master Shangguan has won the prize, it's just a random writing."

"Young master Xia, you can make us feel ashamed. You can do it so casually. If you want to be serious, you can pay it back."

He was just joking, not tit for tat like the old wit just now.

When the people around heard his tone, they felt a little uncomfortable.

Are you not paying attention to the people present?

Shangguan Hongxuan said a few words to Xia Tian, ​​and then returned to his seat. Before leaving, he said that he would have dinner together when he was free.

Some big figures also came to the third floor of the flower boat.

Some beautiful girls from Wanhualou also went up to accompany them.

"Master Xia, I have a poem here, please enlighten me."

Just now that old wit looked at Xia Tian and said.

"Fly two swallows at the bottom, hold the mud and put it on the medicine bar."

"Mo Jiao was so shocked that he left, let's take a look through the curtain."

"Good poetry, simple and simple style, fresh and charming."

"Yes, it is indeed a good poem. It is rare to be able to make this kind of poem in a moment."

People around praised him one after another.

Cao Yingxu and Zhao Ren didn't speak, so the poem seemed ordinary to them.

Shangguan Haoxuan also said: "Being able to compose such a poem in a short time is enough to show how extraordinary Li Caizi is."

"I also ask Mr. Xia to enlighten me."

Everyone's eyes are on Xia Tian.

Xia Tian: "You want me to enlighten you on this? Where do you get the courage from?"

"If you run out of ideas, forget it. I don't think you wrote those two poems at all."

"You say so, I happen to have a poem for you."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and all looked at him.

Shangguan Hongxuan and the other nobles also looked at him.

His poems chanting plums are famous in the capital, and they also want to see if Xia Tian can still make good works.

"Eighteen brides eighty-seven, pale hair and red makeup."

"Mandarin ducks are trapped in a double night, and a pear tree crushes crabapples."

The second floor of the flower boat was completely silent.

The old wit's face was livid, extremely embarrassed.

This poem is slapping him in the face.

The original intention of the poem is not only to slap him in the face, but the whole poem is far beyond the poem he made.

Someone next to him was writing down the poem quickly, and then sent it upstairs and hung it downstairs.

At the same time, there are flying pigeons flying out of the flower boat.

The poems on the flower boats are all to be passed back, and they will also be passed on to other flower buildings.

The poems of other flower houses will also be spread here, and each flower house is fighting openly and secretly, trying to overwhelm the other.

(End of this chapter)