I'm so hard

Chapter 137

After hearing the laughter, Mrs. Hu walked into the back room with doubts on her face.

And all the princes are full of expectations, hoping that the first pass, Ju'er, can choose themselves.

After a while, Mrs. Hu came out with a black face and asked, "Who is Mr. Yan Zhao? You have been chosen by my lady!"

Aunt Hu looked as if she was mourning her concubine, obviously she was not too willing.

Zhao Yan smiled and stood up slowly.

But at this moment, those twenty or so young masters suddenly stood in front of Zhao Yan.

One of them looked at Aunt Hu and asked, "Aunt Hu, do you dare to ask what kind of poem this young master can write, and what kind of comment did Miss Guan Juer give? Even if we lose, let us lose clearly." !"

"Yes, I think my writing is not bad, I must let us see this young master's masterpiece!" Another young master said.

Aunt Hu had no choice but to look at Zhao Yan and said, "Young Master Yan Zhao, please recite the poem you wrote for everyone, and then I will tell you the reason why you were chosen by my lady."

"Naturally."

But at this moment, in front of a screen in the back room, a girl in a white dress was carefully observing Zhao Yan through a small hole.

This woman is none other than Guan Ju'er.

Zhao Yan looked at the young masters, and while walking forward, he recited loudly: "Quail crops look for peas, egrets chop meat from their legs. The eyes are on the buttocks, only the hole is recognized but not the person."

Hahahaha...

After hearing this, the young masters first glanced at Aunt Hu, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

This is not a poem, it is clearly a curse word.

However, they tasted it carefully again, and found that these four sentences were very apt to describe Aunt Hu who has always been known for being stingy and loving money.

Wonderful!Absolutely!
Aunt Hu is a person who regards money as her life.

"Ms. Hu, although this poem is not too elegant, it is also thoughtful. I wonder how the lady would evaluate this poem?" A young master asked curiously.

In the eyes of everyone, Guan Juer's evaluation is the most important.

Aunt Hu said according to Guan Juer's original words: "Compared with the poems of other sons, this poem is sincere, there is no flattering attitude, no pretentious words, it can be seen that this son is an interesting person."

Hearing the word flattery, many young masters blushed.

In order to cater to Mrs. Hu, some people compared her to Yang Yuhuan's, and others called her "face like a silver basin, eyes like apricots, red lips without spots, and red eyebrows without painting".Some people even piled up all the words to describe women's beauty on her.

After finishing writing, the author himself did not believe that this was a description of Aunt Hu.

Zhao Yanying is different in his sword, and is completely different from the poems of these people.

"Hey, if you lose, you lose. Please Madam Hu tell Miss Guan Ju'er that my son will come back tomorrow."

"Miss Guan Juer is indeed a great talent. I admire her analytical angle. If I don't see Miss Guan for a day, I will come here all the time!"

"Due to my poor health tonight, my son's performance was a bit unsatisfactory, but I will also write such poems, and I will definitely win the top spot tomorrow night!"

……

These young masters said a few polite words one by one, then left with a sigh.

Zhao Yan nodded slightly towards Hei Wa, and Hei Wa also left the hall, and turned to protect Zhao Yan in the dark.

After a while, only Zhao Yan and Aunt Hu were left in the hall.

After reading Zhao Yan's poem, Aunt Hu was actually very unhappy. If Guan Juer didn't like it, she would definitely scold Zhao Yan directly.

"My lord, please hand over the 1000 taels of silver first!" Aunt Hu said expressionlessly.

Zhao Yan smiled, took out a 1000 tael silver note from his body, and handed it to Aunt Hu.

Seeing the bank note, Aunt Hu's expression became obviously much more excited. She pointed to the front and said, "My lord, please!"

Zhao Yan straightened his clothes and immediately strode inside.

He bypassed a screen, opened a curtain, and came to a side hall that was much smaller than the hall just now.

The layout of the side hall is very simple, without too many accessories, only a bookshelf full of books.

In front of the bookshelf, there is a small round table.

At this moment, several servant girls are serving dishes.

There are four simple dishes, all of which are vegetarian dishes, plus a pot of sake.

If Hei Wa was here, he would definitely complain: Is this kind of dish 1000 taels of silver?What a loss!

And the people who are really sitting here, if they are just for eating, then they are big fools!
After a while, Aunt Hu and the maid left after finishing the arrangement.

Zhao Yan was not too polite, and sat directly on the stool, first poured himself a glass of wine, and sipped it slowly.

Soon, a girl in a white dress came out from behind the curtain.

It was Ju'er, the first pass in Changdan City.

"Quail crops look for peas, and heron chops meat from its legs. The eyes are on the buttocks, and you only recognize the hole and don't recognize the person. The young master is really a wonderful person!" Guan Juer praised immediately after opening his mouth.

Zhao Yan looked up, feeling a little lost.

This woman is indeed beautiful, as pretty as a peach in three springs. Unlike many prostitutes, she hardly wears makeup, but she is naturally beautiful, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Especially the two pairs of big watery eyes, which seem to make people feel an urge to cherish.

This kind of temperament is definitely not something that ordinary people's homes can cultivate.

Guan Ju'er lightly moved her lotus steps, sat across from Zhao Yan, and said, "Young Master Yan, if you have anything you want to discuss with the little girl, you can ask any questions, and I will definitely tell you everything."

Zhao Yan smiled and asked: "I heard that the girl is not only good at poetry and poetry, but also very familiar with the court's military strategies."

Guan Ju'er blushed pretty, and said: "It's all the gentlemen who praised her highly, the little girl just knows a little bit, and can provide some reference ideas for some scholars."

Guan Juer's words seemed modest, but Zhao Yan could tell that this woman was quite confident.

Zhao Yan picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

Guan Juer immediately poured a glass of wine for him.

In the past, when other princes came here, Guan Juer never poured wine for anyone.

But after Zhao Yan drank, she subconsciously felt that she should fill up the wine glass.

Zhao Yan thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Miss, how long do you think I can do this?"

Guan Juer was taken aback.

Because there is only one hour, the other sons are all asking questions about their own doubts.

And Zhao Yan suddenly asked a question only about her.

Guan Ju'er smiled, revealing two charming dimples, and said: "My family doesn't really care much about the title of the head of the line, living in the world, how can I see so far, and enjoy myself in time, just don't waste this life." .”

There was a hint of sadness and loneliness in Guan Juer's words, but this feeling was fleeting, and immediately turned into a smiling face.

She looked at Zhao Yan and asked: "Young master of the slave family is very noble, and he is definitely not an ordinary person. I wonder if he is a scholar who will take the imperial examination next year?"

(End of this chapter)