Bangbang... Bangbangbang...

A series of sounds of joints running in, one after another, sounded in Chen Hao's ears. Chen Hao was very puzzled at this moment, and he looked at the sound and saw the two jade hands on Mulushiya's chest rubbing and pinching. His already white fingers looked even whiter due to excessive force...

Chen Hao seemed to realize something at this moment, so he slowly moved his eyes up with a dark face. When he saw Mu Lushiya's pretty face, his pair of eyes that were so angry were staring at him fiercely. This was the first time Chen Hao felt this gaze, as if he wanted to swallow him alive. So he coughed twice, and then changed the topic and whispered: "Ahem, that, Qiuyu, guess why that person's face is so dark? Guess? Guess it right, there is a reward..."

Seeing that Mulushiya was not moved at all, she continued to pretend to be stupid and said, "I know you can't guess it. Look, his family must be burning charcoal. She stayed in the kiln for too long and was blackened..."

"Hmph! Is it dark? Qiuyu never felt that someone's heart was dark! Eat a bowl of lunch and read the dishes in the pot! Such people are black-hearted people! Let's put aside today's affairs for the time being, and then settle the score with you when you go back!"

Mulushiya knew that she wanted to save face for Chen Hao in public, so she turned around and ignored Chen Hao. Chen Hao also knew that today's jealousy was broken, so she smiled awkwardly and turned her eyes to Wei Botong and others.

At this moment, Wei Botong gave a tribute and laughed softly: "Since the little lady can express her poems, then Wei will wash his ears and listen..."

In his opinion, although this girl is beautiful, it is hard to believe if she wants to write poetry. It is rare for a wealthy family to know a few words, and even fewer people can write poetry. Seeing that this woman is just a commoner's outfit, reading and literacy is just a talk. Moreover, the black-faced man in front of her is enough to show that she is mediocre in middle age and has not had high school. What kind of poetry can these teachers and students write? So Wei Bowen is very confident at this moment.

Everyone present had the same idea as Wei Botong, who believed that this woman was pretending to be a stubborn person to join in the fun. Literary scholars have been the world of men since ancient times, and no woman had ever discussed poetry and prose. But since Wei Botong did not object, everyone could say more words. They all looked at the show and looked down on the master and apprentice.

The girl was full of confidence and wanted to try it out. She looked at the man with her big watery eyes. The man with her beard just slightly, twisted her beard with her hands and said softly: "Okay, Youwei, just write the previous song for her teacher, and you will be the only one you will take today's exam for your questions!"

"Yes, sir!"

The girl's sweet smile showed two white tiger teeth. This smile made people feel like a spring breeze. Then the girl's slender eyebrows and big eyes flashed with flashes, and her white and pretty face also blushed. She looked back and looked at the wall and wrote the poem to leave her name. She meditated on the spring breeze when everyone wrote the poem, and was full of energy. So the girl said softly with emotion: The moon on the clouds is full of autumn, and the silver hook is vividly born under her fingers; she regrets herself that the silk clothes cover the poems, and she raises her head to envy the title on the list!"

hiss!

As the girl finished chanting four lines of poetry, everyone present was shocked. The first two lines of this poem were majestic and powerful, and they were expressing their great ambitions; the last two lines turned their pen, but they hated themselves as daughters, who were full of talent, but could not compete with the men of beard and beard, and they were helpless and envious!

This poem not only has a profound artistic conception, but also closely follows Wei Botong's requirements. The first two lines describe the writing style of the literati engraving poems on stone walls, which is like a steep cloud peak, or a full moon embraces the arms of the full moon. The iron pen and silver hook are born between the fingers. The last two lines even mention the poems, and in addition, poetry and prose are one of the must-take subjects in the imperial examination.

Although everyone present dared not say that they were all elegant scholars, they were also well-read people, so they could naturally appreciate the pros and cons of this poem. Everyone asked themselves that they could not write such a verse, let alone that the poet was a woman. In contrast, everyone was ashamed because from the beginning to the end, they did not expect that the weak woman in front of them would have such talent and ambitions.

The one who was shocked here was naturally Wei Botong, who was still stuck in the beauty of this girl. He never thought that this woman's talent was no less than him. Everything seemed too sudden and everything was unacceptable. A woman slapped him in public, which was an invisible slap in the face and a silent humiliation. Wei Botong, who had always been arrogant, was very unhappy, so he shook his sleeves and left angrily. Before leaving, he glared at the man with a whisper, with a resentful look in his eyes.

The group of people following Wei Botong saw that Wei Botong had left angrily, so everyone followed him and left the Stone of the Stone. At this time, the girl jumped to the man with steel beards, pulled the man's sleeve and shook it cutely, "Sir, is the poem Youwei just written to suit your wishes?"

The steel bearded man was about to speak, but Yue Meng, who had been beside him for a long time, said ashamed: "Young people are so terrifying. I am not as talented as a girl who has studied poetry and books for dozens of years. I am not as quick as a girl. I am so terrifying... I am really old..."

"Brother Yue's words are bad, how can he end up learning endlessly? Wen only knows that Chen Hanlin, a young genius, once said at the Yangzhou Poetry Club, 'Poetry is a path. Even if there are thousands of poems, it can be comparable to the history?' Wen always thinks about it, but he feels a lot of emotion. Moreover, the imperial examination is not just about poetry, so why should Brother Yue be depressed?"

Seeing that Yue Meng still had hesitation on his face, the man with steel beard continued, "Brother Yue, you and I have gathered in the capital several times. Wen is now in his forty-five years. If it weren't for the scientific examination, he would probably be a rural teacher! With my younger brother accompanying you to answer, why should you be so inferior?"

After hearing the man with a sturdy beard, Yue Meng felt a lot of depression. But he still sighed lonelyly: "Yue is a person with shallow knowledge. He has never had high school so far, so he doesn't blame others. But Brother Wen, you are a talented person, and he actually...ah..."

"Hmph! With the talent of the teacher, you can dominate the top spot, but unfortunately there are many tricks in the imperial examination, which makes the master's pearl fall into the dark dust!" When the girl beside her heard about the imperial examination, she spoke out for the teacher with resentment.

The girl had to continue talking, but was interrupted by the man with a whisper and said, "Okay, Youwei, how do you teach you on weekdays? There is no fairness in the world! The so-called fairness is based on strength!"

"Okay! Well said it! It seems that this brother is very thorough in the world!" As soon as the man with a steel beard finished speaking, Chen Hao gently hit the folding fan and walked towards the stone wall.

The man with steel beard changed his previous arrogance at this moment and smiled politely: "Mr. Wen is just talking nonsense, which makes the young master laugh!"
Chapter completed!