The Yingtian Juzi looked at each other gloatingly. Zheng Yanru asked the Zhejiang Juzi to come first, but in fact she intended to make things difficult for the other party.

As long as the Zhejiang students admit their timidity, they will naturally be shameless and there is no need for them to bother to write lyrics.

But who knows that Zhejiang scholars are also prepared... Before anyone visiting the Qinhuai River, they must not prepare a few small poems carefully so that the female historians can appreciate it.

After a moment of whispering, Huang Jieyuan from Zhejiang walked onto the bow of the boat alone and bowed to Zheng Yanru on the upper floor, saying, "Xiao Ke is ugly."

After saying that, he cleared his throat and chanted loudly:

"The first summer is gone, and the first summer is gone, and the six leaves are blooming. The Pleiades are shining brightly in the auspicious world, and the morning music and music are singing in the morning.

The brocade curtains and flowers bloom in the dance, with a wonderful posture and a happy birthday. From then on, I will be drunk with my jade cup, and my success will be successful for thousands of years!”

A poem that tells the pride of the toad palace after winning the osmanthus is naturally aroused the praises of Zhejiang students.

Even the onlookers and pedestrians couldn't help but nodded secretly, thinking that this word was done so well and I must have thought about it for a long time.

They couldn't help but secretly sweat for the candidates of Yingtian Mansion. Even if they were prepared, it would be difficult for them to come up with a song that was comparable.

Unless there is another unique product like "the most unretainable thing in the world" that is released.

Huang Jieyuan looked back proudly, looked at Zhao Shouzheng's group of Ying Tianjuzi, and thought to himself that fortunately, from the broken book of Tianyi Pavilion, he accidentally got the song "Butterfly Love Flower" written by an unknown anonymous man, otherwise he would not dare to come to Qinhuai River to play.

Zheng Yanru was also secretly worried. She didn't expect that the other party came for the poem Xiao Gongzi. Now that she backfired, she was afraid that Ying Tianju would embarrass her.

Tang Hezheng and others scoured their stomachs, but they could not think of a word that could beat others. In front of everyone, they couldn't help but feel short of breath and looked at their big brother.

Zhao Shouzheng smiled slightly, and didn't care about Huang Jieyuan's provocative gaze and said, "At this level, my children and grandchildren can compare you if they pick it up!"

"Puff, what a big tone..." A group of Zhejiang scholars were almost thrown into the Qinhuai River and cursed at Zhao Shouzheng: "Do you have a grandson? Just talk nonsense!"

"Hehe, don't be dissatisfied." Shi Jinchen, the sixth member of the Yingtian Provincial Examination, smiled and said, "His disciple's name is Wang Zhou Shao, which is just Jieyuan in Zhili, today."

"What?!" A group of Zhejiang scholars were stunned, not sure what generation this was.

"Then let Wang Jieyuan come out and compare with us Huang Jieyuan!" A Zhejiang Juzi said loudly.

"My eldest disciple who was the first to take Jie Yuan exam returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors, and the second disciple who was the second to take the exam also went back." Zhao Shouzheng scratched his head, looking reluctant, "I have to have a song about my son's game."

After saying that, he kindly exonerated the other party and said, "You have been compared, don't be discouraged. After all, how can a mere Jie Yuan be compared with my son?"

"..." The Zhejiang scholars had never seen such a crazy and boundless person before. They laughed in anger and pointed at Zhao Shouzheng and said, "Come on, let's show the lyrics first, and then brag!"

"Then you listen." Zhao Shouzheng cleared his throat and chanted loudly:

"There are green grass on the twelfth floor, with beads and foils used as doors, and the round fans are small in the wind. Zhao Se and Qin Zheng have not yet played, and the bridal chamber has cried all night long."

Only the first half of the verse came out, and everyone inside and outside the Qinhuai River said with a bang: "Let's go ahead!"

Huang Jieyuan also turned pale. The words of this person write about this place and paint this scene. He is as light as he can, and his skillfulness is not skillful. He immediately makes his poem seem pretentious and full of craftsmanship.

"I'd like to give my daughter a smile? After all, lovesickness is not like meeting each other. The name "金" is not based on Nanyan Yao, and the beauty is on Changgan Road..."

When the second half of the verse came out, all the princes and grandsons and female Shigeji were silent.

On the pale pink building, Zheng Yanru covered her mouth, and her eyes were filled with tears and silently repeated: "I'd like to give my daughter a smile? After all, lovesickness is not as good as meeting..."

This is clearly written for me...

Not only Zheng Yanru, but also the female historians on the pleasure boat on the riverside near the river, also had the same feelings.

‘This is clearly writing about me…’

‘Liu Lang, you are so lucky…’

‘How could this poet understand the hearts of us, the female history of Qinhuai so much?’

For these Qinhuai female historians, this song "Butterfly Love Flower" is better than the previous one, because no matter how good it is, it is not written for them...

After pondering for a while, Zheng Yanru slowly plucked the strings of the piano and sang this different song "Butterfly Love Flower".

"There are green grass in front of the twelfth floor, with beads and foils used as doors, and the balls of fans are small in the wind. Zhao Se and Qin Zheng have not yet played, and the bridal chamber has cried all night.

I'd like to give my daughter a smile? After all, lovesickness is not like meeting each other. The name of brocade is not based on Nanyan Yao, and the beauty is on Changgan Road..."

The referees have already started singing, what's the point?

Huang Jieyuan and others reluctantly waited for Zheng Yanru to finish singing, and then bowed and said, "I'm willing to give you a chance to the disadvantage. We will decide the best next spring exam next year!"

"You are no match for writing articles!" The group of Yingtian Juzi was arrogant, so the winner could naturally show off his might.

Amid the belated cheers, the pleasure boat of the Zhejiang Juzi ran away in shame. The female historians near the river building opened the window and threw clusters of flowers at the pleasure boat where Zhao Shouzheng was.

For a moment, the smoke and water were misty, and the petals were flying over the pleasure boat of Yingtian Juzi.

"This is the female historian, who are competing to invite his brother to go upstairs to talk." Tang Hezheng and Yizun looked at Zhao Shouzheng with envy.

Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but feel very proud. He had been on the banks of the Qinhuai River for many years and had never been so glorious.

As for this poem, of course, it comes from Zhao Hao, and he prepared several poems for saving the scene.

He picked up a petal of flowers and sniffed it gently on the tip of his nose. Zhao Shouzheng smiled and said, "Go together."

"I only invited Mr. Ci, but I won't let us go upstairs." The same year said with regret.

"So that?"

Since he is the big brother, of course he has to look like a big brother. Although Zhao Shouzheng was extremely itchy, he still waved his hand freely and smiled: "We come out together, how can we get off the boat alone?"

As he said that, he smiled and looked at the same year and said, "Besides, it's so nervous to sing with the female Shi. How can you be free to have fun with the younger brothers?"

"Hahaha, it's well said..." The sons laughed and applauded when they heard this, praising their brother for being loyal!

Everyone talked and laughed, but they drove away from this section of river covered by flowers and rain without regrets.

In the lower reaches of the river, the group of Zhejiang troupes got off the boat at Dongshui Pass, one by one, dejected, like defeated roosters.

"Who is the middle-aged man? How come he has such outstanding literary talent? Could it be Wang Yanzhou, the leader of the literary world?" Someone randomly speculated.

"Don't you think he is wearing the clothes of a juren? Wang Yanzhou has been a Jinshi for twenty years!"

"It seems that if you hear a lot of people calling him a lyrics, how could you have such a ridiculous name..."

"Dad Ci? No wonder!" Huang Jieyuan slapped his thigh heavily and suddenly said, "I've been kicking the iron plate today!"

"Who is Ci Daddy?"

"That song 'The most unretainable thing in the world' is his master', so he got this nickname." Huang Jieyuan said with a look of indifference: "I really can't compare with his son..."

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