It was so quiet here that you could hear a needle drop.

Zhongli Ruoshui's gaze swept across the crowd, "I announced that there will be no leader in this cultural gathering!"

"boom……!"

There was an explosion in the cabin. Of course, these students couldn't believe it, "Could it be that there is a tie for first place?"

"Even if we are tied for first place, we should still play another round!"

"I originally thought that the first one would be Mr. Yujing Su or Mr. Qi... Their poems are outstanding even if you look at Ningguo, unless they didn't write poems!"

"Yes, I saw them hand in the poems with my own eyes!"

"Then what happened?"

"What is this? Are you teasing us?"

"..."

Various sounds are heard constantly, but Zhongli is as calm as water.

Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts.

When Su Mu thought about it, her mentor said that the third lady of the Zhongli Mansion wanted to choose a son-in-law based on literature. He came from a poor family. The mentor meant that if she could become the uncle of the Zhongli Mansion, she would be able to realize her ambition more easily.

Besides, the third young lady of the Zhongli Mansion is not only extremely beautiful, but also extremely talented in literature. If he really marries her, it will be a blessing in his life.

So he came prepared. He believed that his biggest competitor was Qi Zhixue.

He was not too worried about Qi Zhixue's poems, but he was slightly uneasy about the powerful power of the Duke of Qi behind Qi Zhixue.

If he failed, Qi Zhixue should have won the title of leader, but Miss Zhongli said that there would be no leader in this literary competition... What kind of emphasis is this?

Qi Zhixue also looked confused.

Grandpa ordered him to come because Cheng Guogong's mansion wanted to directly propose marriage to Zhongli's mansion.

Grandpa said that if the Duke of Qi's Palace can marry with the Zhongli Palace, it will definitely surpass the other four Duke's Palaces. Therefore, this matter not only involves his own future happiness, but also whether the Duke of Qi's Palace can reach a higher level in the future.

Of course he didn't dare to take it lightly, not to mention that when he saw the third Miss Zhongli in Kyoto, the shadow had already been engraved in his mind at the first glance.

His love for Zhongli Ruoshui was no less than that of Cheng Zhe, the Duke of Cheng State.

He came to Guangling City.

The leader of this literary conference is bound to win!

However... Zhongli Ruoshui said that there was no leader in this literary meeting. What happened?

Everyone is confused.

Although Wen Wu is not the first, Wu Wu is not the second, but such a Wen meeting will eventually decide a result, and the result announced by Zhongli Ruoshui obviously cannot satisfy these young people.

Zhongli Ruoshui raised a hand, and the place was quiet again.

"Because I got a poem that even the old scholar highly praised, but I don't know who the author is... Everyone, I will recite the poem to you in a moment. After listening to it, if you feel that your poem can be compared with

This word is comparable to...then please come to this stage!"

All the talents were in an uproar again, and everyone was amazed. Half of the famous talents from Ning State gathered in the boat, including the famous Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue.

At this moment, Miss Zhongli has come up with a poem that even Hua Lao Ru is highly praised for, but she doesn’t know who the author of this poem is...

Could it be that two other great talents in Kyoto sent poems to someone else?

It can only be like this.

Otherwise, who else has such high attainments in poetry?

Zhongli Ruoshui pressed her hands together until all the sounds dispersed, then she spoke again:

"This song is called "Die Lian Hua", please listen carefully."

There was silence again.

All the students pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what this poem was like that surpassed that of Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue.

Zhongli Ruoshui cleared his throat and looked out the window.

Dusk has fallen, and an Emei moon is hanging in the sky.

It's not bright, but it still has a clear glow.

There was a night breeze entering the window, blowing her hair and chilling her mood.

She seemed to be in the song "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" again, as if she felt the ecstatic spring sorrow in the author's heart.

Her red lips opened slightly, and this poem seemed to float from the horizon, and with the cool night breeze, it was sent to the hearts of the students——

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind blows softly.

Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy.

In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke,

No one can say who would rely on the fence.

I plan to get drunk on the madness.

Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless.

The belt becomes wider and I will never regret it,

It makes people haggard because of Yixiao!"

After reciting one word, there are lingering sounds.

Ten breaths later, there was still silence.

The people here are all talented people with some talent and learning. Of course, they have a certain degree of appreciation. What's more, just now Zhongli Ruoshui said that this poem was deeply loved by Hua Lao Daru...

When they heard this poem, they suddenly realized that this poem was really exquisite.

Maybe they can't read it as well as Hua Laodaru, but the powerful melancholy emanating from the words has deeply infected them.

They were also moved.

Especially the last sentence!

"It's a good saying that as your clothes get wider, you will never regret it, but you will feel haggard because of Yi..."

Su Muxin opened her eyes, "I'm so far away from you, and the words I wrote are hard to compare to. I'm convinced that I lost!"

Qi Zhixue also woke up from the artistic conception of this poem. At this moment, his heart was filled with sadness. He knew that he had failed.

He gave a wry smile and bowed his hands: "If Third Miss finds out about this person, I would like to send you a letter and let him know, and I will pay him a visit before the meeting is scheduled."

"It's just... what kind of couplet is this person talking about? Can Miss Third please let me know?"

"His right couplet also got three top marks."

"If there is dust in the eyes, the world is narrow, but for him, if there is nothing in his heart, the bed will be wide. Please taste it carefully."

Everyone fell into deep thought again, and Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue instantly understood the beauty of this couplet.

"After hearing this word and this couplet...I suddenly felt frustrated. Maybe I should give up my writing and join the army, and go to the north to fight against the barbarians!" Su Mu's mood was waning, and she was suddenly confused about the way forward.

Li Chendong has lost his soul at this moment, as if he were mourning his concubine.

He was still very proud of his poem, thinking that he would have the opportunity to become the uncle of Zhongli's family, but now he understands what it means to have someone outside the world.

After all, there was no wisp of smoke rising from the Li family's ancestral grave.

The lintel of the third bedroom of the Li family still had to remain the same.

Zhongli Ruoshui was very satisfied with the result.

Did Yi Wen fail in choosing a son-in-law this time?

No, because this poem is the well-deserved leader.

If the Cheng family came to propose marriage, this would be her best excuse.

I just need to find the person who wrote this poem.

It's simple because she already knows that person.

What she needs is time and understanding of that person.

"Thank you for your kindness. This article meeting is over. Please disperse on your own."

"I believe there will be a better girl in your destiny!"

She turned around and headed to the back cabin, with a sly smile on her lips——

Li Chenan, what kind of person are you?

By the way, Shen Qiaodie's engagement should be broken off as quickly as possible!

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…

Willow branches on the moon.

The aroma of medicine comes from the east courtyard of Li Mansion, and the aroma of wine comes from the west courtyard of Li Mansion.

Li Qiaoxi was happily using a small stove to cook medicine for her mother, while her brother Li Chenan was sitting on her mother's bedside, talking to her.

The mother's illness may be due to missing her brother. Even before taking the medicine prescribed by Dr. Zhang, the mother's spirit seems to have improved a lot.

But she still had doubts in her heart, because in the past, her brother would rarely speak even in front of her mother.

But tonight he talked a lot.

Most of them were words of comfort, telling his mother not to worry about him, that he was doing well now...

Is he really doing well?

Today I went to his shop in Erjinggou Alley, and it was still as clean as ever.

I'm afraid there's no rice in the rice vat for the next meal.

He did not tell his mother about the misery of his life, but continued to comfort her.

This is because Li Qiaoxi's brother is sensible.

Whether it was his brother who beat the concubine and those evil slaves or whether he reprimanded his father, Li Qiaoxi remembered these changes in his heart. He could not find a reason yet, but it was no longer important.

The important thing is that my brother is no longer as cowardly as before, he has even taken responsibility.

He wanted to take his mother and himself to his shop, but her mother naturally refused. After all, when her mother came, this was her home.

"Your father...even if he has many shortcomings, he is still your father!"

Ding Xiao'e leaned against the bedside, grabbing Li Chenan's hand and holding it in his palm. The light of the lantern reflected on her face, because the wrinkles on her face formed dark and intersecting light and shadow.

She is only thirty-five years old.

But he already has the face of fifty-three years old.

This is not because of the aging caused by physical work, but her tired heart!

To be more precise, she was tired of her previous life.

This made Li Chenan feel a little pained in his heart, because in his previous life, he had no chance to honor his mother after he became successful.

That is a kind of great sorrow, which makes a child want to be raised but his parents are not waiting for him.

"Mom...I can really live a good life. With you and my sister by my side, I can feel more at ease. After all, I was kicked out of the house by him. It's not appropriate for you to come back often."

Ding Xiao'e pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and showed a forced smile on her face.

"Son, you have to remember that mother is your father's first wife, and she can only be by his side in this life... Although he hasn't lived in the east courtyard for a long time, mother is the eldest daughter-in-law of the third room of the Li family after all. Mother I didn’t blame him.”

"Your father is a bit impatient. Starting from your grandfather's generation, the third bedroom of the Li family has been suppressed by the other two families. Of course your father hopes that you can become a talented person and be able to support the third bedroom of the Li family."

"So... don't blame him. He's not bad-hearted. Besides, you are his flesh and blood after all. He just didn't understand that he was too quick and quick in the past."

"Sooner or later, he will recognize you as his son again. You are the eldest son of the third family of the Li family. No matter what happens to this family, you are half as good as you. Mom can't leave, and I have to help you guard... until you come back!"

The moonlight enters the window, and the window screen is slightly bright.

This is the time when Li Chenan came to this world and talked the most.

He served his mother and took the medicine, had dinner with her, and then left twenty taels of silver before bidding farewell to his mother and sister and leaving the Li Mansion.

Standing in front of the gate of Li Mansion, he looked back and then walked away.

Li Chendong happened to come back.

The two brothers looked at each other and passed each other indifferently.

Even more speechless.
Chapter completed!