This Wenchang Academy is the highest private school in the capital.

As the head of the college, Mao Qizhi was once the top scorer in the imperial examination. His talent and knowledge are unquestionable, and he is also the most powerful competitor to win the courtesan.

Even the outside world agreed that he was the man closest to success.

With great expectations.

Mao Qizhi's voice sounded faintly.

"Yuan puts it here, just wants to convey to the Xian'er girl Yuan Fang's bitter thoughts of tossing and turning day and night but unable to sleep at night."

Everyone stood up their ears.

After saying that, Mao Qizhi actually picked up a glass of wine from the floating plate and drank it all.

Then he held the wine glass and started to recite it like crazy—

There is a beauty who never forgets her when she sees her.

If you don’t see each other for a day, you will be crazy!

The phoenix flies and soars, seeks the phoenix from all over the world.

Helplessly, the beauty is not on the east wall.

Du Kang's words are a special language, and it is about writing about the heart.

When will I see you and comfort me from being confused?

I wish to be kind and be kind and be together.

If you can't fly, I will die!

——

After the poem is over, the sound of the piano comes to an abrupt end.

this……

As Zhao Xian'er's piano sound stopped.

The people present at the entire Qushui Liushang Pavilion were also silent.

Everyone is savoring Mao Qizhi's four-character poem.

The more you taste, the more you become, the more you become the more shocked.

Especially Mao Qizhi's crazy state, and the loud laughter after he finished reciting, then he fell back into his seat and lost voluntarily.

It thoroughly interprets the meaning of the four words "Thinking is like crazy".

Every word is like a knife twisted, and every sentence expresses the heart.

I wrote love into my heart and integrated into my blood, as if I wanted to take out my soul intact.

The thoughts contained in it are heart-wrenching and touching.

Damn it, it's over.

Zhao Xian'er, gone.

Countless people sat on the ground in despair, looking at Zhao Xian'er on the lotus platform, with a dead look on their faces.

Including Yang Shun in Chen Hong's private room, he was also stunned.

Damn, what's the situation?

The castrated version of Feng Qiuhuang has come out?

Damn?

I'm about to fall before I even started?

At this time, Zhao Xian'er raised her head slightly and looked at the intoxicated Mao Qizhi from the air.

The latter looked at her with madness.

This gaze made Zhao Xianer feel a little uncomfortable.

Poetry is a good poem.

But this look was too crazy.

Isn't this person mentally wrong?

She was a little scared.

After a moment of pondering, Zhao Xian'er bowed slightly, "Xian'er thanks Mr. Yuan Fang for his mercy."

"Mr. Yuan Fang's poem "The Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" has a lofty intention and expresses his feelings."

"Xian'er thanked me sincerely."

"I hope Mr. Yuanfang will have a good future."

After saying that, she gave a deep salute and sat back in front of the piano.

The sound of the piano starts again.

The poem meeting symbolizes the continued succession of Qushui Liushang.

Countless people breathed a sigh of relief.

This is equivalent to not being sentenced to death?

But at the same time, countless people were desperate.

Such a good poem and such a wonderful sentence, still cannot win Zhao Xianer's love?

So where is her standard?

When Mao Qizhi saw Zhao Xian'er sitting back, the heat in his eyes subsided, and instead there was boundless darkness.

He smiled bitterly, asked a servant for a few jars of strong wine, and grabbed it and started drinking it wildly.

The wine cup spreads with the waves.

The flowing water continues to flow, soothing downwards, holding the wine glass and turning one bend after another, passing by a person.

Countless people have devoted their best to chanting poems and lyrics, showing their talents and knowledge.

But it is difficult to even interrupt the piano.

After a while, one after another, one after another, one after another on the way to charge.

The fourth floor Suzi room.

Du Yunle, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, sat on the couch, staring at Zhao Xian'er in the distance with greedily, and saliva kept circling in his throat.

When the wine glass tray reached the door, he quickly reached out to block it.

Behind him, there was still a man sitting.

A young man with a proud look and a cold look.

If a literary master is here, he will recognize him at a glance. This person is a poetic talent at the Hanlin Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club.

The so-called poetic talent is the name of a poetic winner.

The Hanlin Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival is a very high-level poetry festival.

He is extremely strong to win the championship in this meeting.

The young man said behind Du Yunle that Du Yunle repeated the story earlier.

He bowed to Zhao Xian'er and said loudly with a smile: "Miss Xian'er, since Mr. Yuan Fang has just expressed his heart on the topic of longing."

"Then Caizhi is also about lovesickness. I hope that Miss Xian'er can feel Caizhi's longing for food and food."

Caizhi is the word Du Yunle just wrote for herself.

He came to attend several such poetry meetings and found that others had characters, but he seemed to be particularly unqualified and uneducated without words.

So I thought about it for a long time and found that in order to show that I am very talented, I took a talent.

He was very satisfied with this word.

Consistent with his temperament.

Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of everyone, he recited the poem written by the young man behind him—

As soon as you enter the Yunshao Acacia Gate,

From then on, I turned into a lovesick person.

The piano sounds on the lotus platform,

Thousands of thoughts and feelings entangle my heart.

I wish the woman could go with the wind

I also sing with the wind.

Walking hand in hand on the road of smoke and clouds.
To be continued...