Off the field, Xu Cai stared at Ye Luoxin and Liu Xiyue and asked Xiao Mu: "What? Is my sister still a talented woman?"
Xiao Mu gave him a rare look, "Don't have random relationships, he is not your sister!"
"Okay, let me put it another way, Mrs. Xiao is a talented woman?" Xu Cai changed his words.
Xiao Mu ignored him and looked only at Ye Luoxin.
He looks indifferent, but if you pay attention, you will find that his fingers holding the teacup are very tight.
On the field.
Everyone was still discussing quietly what kind of thing to use as the title.
Miss Song suggested: "We girls all like flowers, how about using flowers as the theme?"
Women love beauty and pay more attention to flowers and plants. Miss Song always felt that such a topic might be easier for Ye Luoxin.
She had just received a favor from someone and hoped to be able to help with this.
Ning Xiuzhu objected.
"It's late autumn now, and the flowers are withered. It's not appropriate to use flowers as the theme at this time."
He stretched out his hand to catch a falling bamboo leaf, and then said: "How about using autumn as the theme?"
"This seems a bit difficult!"
"Yes, the scenery of the four seasons is much more difficult than writing about things."
All the noble ladies murmured.
Even the men present felt that Ning Xiuzhu seemed to be too serious and a bit arrogant.
"There seems to be no glory in winning against a kid who has never read any books!"
"That's right! Brother Xiuzhu doesn't know how to cherish the beauty and cherish the jade at all!"
"With his talent and knowledge, he can easily beat the opponent no matter what he writes, so why bother!"
…
Ye Luoxin didn't pay any attention to what others said. After thinking for a moment, she showed a determined smile and said, "Okay, let's write about autumn!"
"But since it's a competition, what should we bet on?"
"If I lose, I am willing to stop writing and never write poetry again in this life!" Ning Xiuzhu said arrogantly.
Ye Luoxin quickly stopped: "Why bet your future on such a trivial matter? How about this, if you lose, just call me aunt three times?"
"Don't talk about grandma, if I lose, grandma will scream too!"
"Okay!" Ye Luoxin clapped her hands, "For the sake of fairness, if you win, I will call you grandpa three times!"
The bet was a bit crude, but it sounded exciting.
Everyone became more interested and kept staring at the two people.
The maids in the mansion presented pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and the two of them limited the time for burning incense.
Ning Xiuzhu sat in front of his desk and began to frown and think.
He wrote two words on the paper, felt bad about it, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.
Write again, throw again!
After half a stick of incense, he finally had an idea and stopped repeating the previous actions. He picked up the pen and finished it in one go.
After he dried the ink, people began to come over to watch.
One of them read:
The autumn mood is deep and the ground is covered with frost,
The dead branches are helpless and dance wildly in the wind.
The bright moon reflects the cold scenery like water,
The lonely shadow follows me into the dream.
"What a poem! What a poem!"
The young man who read the poem praised.
"Brother Xiuzhu has great literary talent. He can write such beautiful verses in just half a stick of incense. It is really extraordinary!"
Others also echoed, and some people were already reciting the poem in a low voice, trying to commit the verses to memory.
Ning Xiuzhu enjoyed everyone's admiration, then turned to look at Ye Luoxin: "Hui Ruren hasn't started writing yet, but he has no ideas?
If you really can't think of it, you don't have to write it down. After all, you are a woman..."
"Who said I couldn't figure it out!" Ye Luoxin said coolly.
She looked at Ning Xiuzhu and thought to herself:
These three calls for "auntie" are all yours!
Although I can’t compose poems, I can recite them!
Read 300 Tang poems by heart, and can recite them even if you can't compose them!
Just take out one song and it will beat you for a hundred rounds.
only,
"I just can't write, so I have to ask my husband to come up and help me write!" Ye Luoxin said, smiling at Xiao Mu.
Xiao Mu seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and walked over with long legs.
Several noble ladies originally had a glimmer of hope for Ye Luoxin, hoping that she could really win over Ning Xiuzhu.
But I heard Ye Luoxin say that she couldn't write.
Several people also completely stopped thinking.
Is this Huiru person really not afraid of embarrassment?
Xiao Mu walked to the case and sat down.
He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and scraped off the excess ink on the inkstone.
Then he raised his eyes and looked at Ye Luoxin.
His little wife never messes around;
Since she dared to agree, it meant that she already had a chance of winning.
However, as a husband, he was not the first to know that his wife could compose poetry.
This account needs to be calculated carefully after returning home.
Ye Luoxin saw Xiao Mu's eyes, opened her red lips lightly, and recited:
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely,
I say autumn is better than spring.
A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky,
Then lead the poetry to the blue sky. "
(Tang Dynasty. Liu Yuxi's "Two Autumn Poems. One")
When he wrote the first sentence, Xiao Mu hadn't realized anything yet.
But when he heard the second sentence, his excitement could no longer be suppressed!
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring."
What a big heart!
He couldn't help but look at Ye Luoxin, who still smiled at him.
Only then did Xiao Mu calm down and write down the last two sentences.
There was no need to come up to check, everyone had already heard the content of the poem when Ye Luoxin was reciting it.
By the time the four sentences were finished, there was no sound from anyone.
You can hear needle drops in the entire back garden!
"Sister! You are so awesome!"
In the end, it was Liu Xiyue who broke the silence.
She threw herself on Ye Luoxin and held her tightly in her arms.
"Sister, you are a talented woman, you are the most talented woman in Qinghe County, no, you are the most talented woman in Daliang! You are really good at writing!"
She was still excited and suddenly felt her collar tightening.
Looking back, Xiao Mu was looking at her with a cold face, holding the two straps behind her collar with one hand.
"Ms. Liu, my wife is weak, please don't hug me too tightly!"
"Okay, okay, okay!" Liu Xiyue was so frightened that she quickly let go.
Others also came over.
Everyone gathered around Ye Luoxin's case and softly recited the poem Ye Luoxin had just written.
Slowly, the soft chanting turned into loud chanting.
Everyone's voices gathered together and they read loudly: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring..."
"Wonderful!"
"It's really wonderful!"
"What kind of talent does it take to write such a good poem?"
"Look, this handwriting is also very good!"
After Miss Li's reminder, everyone discovered that the fonts on the paper were sharp and powerful. The writing was like flowing water and the writing was like clouds of smoke.
After reading this calligraphy, and then looking at Mr. Ning’s calligraphy just now, it’s completely different.
Mr. Ning also saw everyone's eyes, and he felt very ashamed.
He was defeated, but he did not expect that he would be defeated at the hands of a peasant woman whom he despised.
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Now I have one chapter in the morning and one chapter in the evening. Do you think it’s okay? Or is it better to have two chapters together?
