"He doesn't want to come?"
In the Yicui Tower, the arrogant Oiran Ning Bing widened her beautiful eyes, and her body movements and facial expressions fully demonstrated the word "unbelievable".
Coming from Zhongjing City, the center of the world, she came here with a high and overlooking attitude.
Even for Zheng Tianyu, she only regarded him as a stepping stone to get ahead, but she didn't expect that when she showed kindness to a country rough guy like Xia Jingyun, who she originally disliked, he would dare not appreciate it?
The maid nodded and shrank her neck slightly, fearing that the girl would think she didn't handle the matter well and take her anger out on her.
Ning Bing didn't have an attack, she just sat there blankly and didn't say a word for a while.
I don't know how long it took, but she said quietly: "Tell me, am I wrong?"
The maid thought for a while and comforted her: "Who knew that Mr. Xia has such a unique poetic talent?"
"Yeah, who would have thought of that!" Ning Bing sighed quietly and said to herself.
"If I could think of it, would I still choose to drive Zheng Tianyu away because of his little power and reputation?"
"Yes!" Ning Bing suddenly raised her voice, "It's not me, it's Xia Jingyun! What's wrong with me choosing the more reliable Zheng Tianyu! He Xia Jingyun obviously has such poetic talent, why didn't he show it? , would I still choose Zheng Tianyu? Why didn’t he come up with it earlier?”
"I'm not wrong! The person who was wrong was Xia Jingyun! The person who was wrong was that he, an ordinary country boy, could have such talent! Such talent should belong to a noble young master like Zheng Tianyu!"
"I'm not wrong! Hahaha! I'm not wrong!"
The maid looked at the crazy look of her always cold and aloof master, and silently took a step back.
Now it's better, Mr. Xia's side is not good, and Mr. Zheng's side is gone too.
Speaking of which, I have to blame Mr. Zheng for being a bit of a fool.
Hey, this trip!
It’s really like giving in the flesh.
...
School in Jiang'an County is booming.
"What a sentence of helplessness, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening! It is full of desolation and desolation!"
"The word Tai hastily is so expressive that it fully expresses the helplessness and pity!"
"I hate it. I hate why I can't write such a masterpiece!"
"It doesn't matter, it's natural that life will grow and hate water forever!"
Since the morning, this long and short sentence has aroused the excitement in the county school second only to the day of the literary meeting.
Everyone was chatting, and one student asked doubtfully: "Who made such a masterpiece?"
"Yes, you haven't signed it yet. If it were me, I would have made my name known to the world."
Xu Dapeng was also in the crowd, looking hesitant. Linhuayuan, that seems to be where Brother Gao Yang went last night!
But why didn’t Brother Gao Yang sign it?
Is it shy? Or are you afraid that others will find out about your visit to a brothel? This is not something to be ashamed of, but elegant!
However, in the face of friendship, Xu Dapeng, who always liked to show off, did not even speak out Xia Jingyun's name.
Precisely because he didn't say anything, people's speculations became more and more lively.
"You don't think it's Mr. Zheng, right?"
"Hey, yes, Mr. Zhongming has been at Yicui Building these days!"
While he was talking, there was a shouting outside.
"Master Zhongming is here!"
"Master Zheng is here!"
Zheng Tianyu, dressed in white, walked in gracefully and chatted with everyone as cheerfully as before.
In the eyes of outsiders, after the literary meeting, after a few days of licking his wounds in Wenrou Village, he returned to his previous state.
At this time, a scholar came forward excitedly, "Mr. Zheng, was it you who wrote the poem "The Flowers in the Forest Withered the Spring Reds"?
Zheng Tianyu's face froze, then he forced out a smile, "What, I don't know."
But this hesitation was obviously a cover-up in the eyes of everyone.
This poem is so popular today. Even if Mr. Zheng didn't write it, it's impossible for him not to know about it. There is only one reason for this...
"You are too modest!"
"I just said, Brother Zhong Ming has been there for several days, how could he not have done anything great!"
"It seems that Mr. Zheng was also stimulated by Xia Jingyun, and he finally showed his true skills! It must be Mr. Zheng!"
"Master Zheng is a great talent, please accept my respect!"
Listening to everyone's compliments, Zheng Tianyu couldn't help but smile more and more, and he cupped his hands, "I'm just here to greet you all. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, he ignored everyone's attempts to stay and strode away.
Everyone looked at his back and couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of Mr. Zheng! He is so upright and upright, which is admirable."
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In the large courtyard in Jiang'an City, Master Zhou Xuezheng was drinking and talking with several great scholars in the waterside pavilion in the courtyard, and bursts of laughter could be heard.
At the literary meeting a few days ago, the appearance of Mr. Yun scared them half to death. When Xuezheng arrived, they hurried over to ask for help.
Fortunately, learning to be righteous is learning to be righteous, and a calm analysis put them at ease.
Everyone knew that Su Shidao and Mr. Yun were classmates. Mr. Yun probably only came forward because of Su Shidao's relationship.
How could Mr. Yun, with his prominent status, like that kind of country boy? Moreover, the young man was dressed in shabby clothes, and it didn't look like he was related to Mr. Yun.
When the news came out the next day that Su Shidao had accepted him as his disciple, they were completely relieved.
"Xue Zheng, everyone, look! Look what I got!"
A scholar quickly walked into the pavilion from outside. Several people who were drinking in the pavilion looked at his hand.
He quickly rushed into the pavilion, "When I go out, I have to hear the masterpieces! Xuezheng, everyone, please take a look!"
As he spoke, he revealed a poem he copied in front of everyone.
A great scholar gave him face and started reciting in unison, while the others drank and listened slowly with a smile.
"Gift to Yunxian in the Linhuayuan of Yicui Tower? What kind of bad name is this, written for a brothel girl?" The man immediately said with disgust.
"Look at the real poem! Don't you know the famous poem about brothels since ancient times?"
"The flowers in the forest faded away in spring, it was too hasty."
Everyone around the table paused slightly.
"But the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening."
"hiss......"
Everyone who had previously disapproved looked at him sideways.
"The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last?"
"It is natural that life will grow and hate water."
Snapped!
A crisp sound came from a scholar who was holding a wine glass and was in shock.
"This song is expected to be passed down to generations!"
"What a rush, what a life long and full of hate!"
These scholars are said to be in their forties and have long lost their youth. This poem, which originally seemed to lament the aging of beauty, also touched their hearts.
"With this poem, who dares to say that our literary world in Surabaya has hardly made any progress in recent years!"
"Even in the capital city, you can compete for the title of leader!"
A great scholar immediately stood up when he saw the opportunity and raised his hand towards Xuezheng, "Congratulations, sir, for leading the Sishui literary world and nurturing such excellent works!"
The other people cursed in secret, and then stood up one after another, "Congratulations, sir!"
Zhou Xuexuezheng, Song Yan, straightened his beard and nodded, "Of course everyone has contributed. With this poem, we can have something to say in front of the empress."
Everyone nodded, "In this case, there is no need to preach about the sadness and loneliness of autumn since ancient times."
"Of course!"
Everyone nodded and laughed.
"Teacher! Gentlemen, what are you talking about? You are smiling so happily!"
Zheng Tianyu, who had been severely beaten in the county school and fled, smiled heartily and strode in.
Song Yanzhi saw his beloved disciple and laughed, "Zhong Ming, come here quickly, the teacher has a new masterpiece, let's appreciate it with you gentlemen."
Zheng Tianyu's heart suddenly pounded.
