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Chapter 8 Who is he?

When the last rays of the setting sun faded away from Huaping Lake, the banks of Huaping Lake were still crowded with people.

They were all those students and literati who were eliminated in the first round of couplets.

They stood in the cool night breeze, each one eagerly looking forward to the news from the boat.

At this moment, they all put away the fans in their hands, and even their little eyes did not glance at a certain cute girl.

After all, we have already lost.

Scholars value face, and what they need now is to cover up their embarrassment rather than expose their failures again.

But you still have to talk, so that you appear more calm.

"Who do you think can be the leader of this cultural gathering?"

"What suspense can there be about this? When it happens among the three great talents in our Guangling City...the three of them all went up to the third floor of the painting boat."

"Not necessarily. Don't you know that two of the four from Kyoto are here?"

"...Brother, you are saying that two of the four great talents in Kyoto are also here? Which two are they?"

Flowers Manting the Courtyard Hua Lao Daru and Guanglingcheng Academician Zhang Bingju were squeezing their way to the painting boat in the crowd, and the voices of these students could be heard in their ears.

"The first one is Su Muxin, the leader of the four great talents in Kyoto, and the second one is Qi Zhixue, a talented young man from the Qi family in Kyoto."

"Young Master Qi from the Qi family is also here? If so, this good thing will eventually happen to the Qi family."

"But isn't Qi Zhixue slightly inferior to Su Muxin in terms of poetry?"

"What do you know? The Duke of Qi's Mansion and Zhongli's Mansion are the perfect match! As for Su Muxin... he is indeed very knowledgeable, but he comes from a poor family after all."

"Although Zhongli Mansion is not one of the five major royal palaces, the heritage of Zhongli Mansion and the favor it has received from the emperor are not inferior to those of the five major royal palaces. This kind of high-ranking family is focused on strong marriages, and of course it is

If your respective families can reach a higher level, are you still lucky enough to think that the son-in-law chosen by the Wenhui Society will really come from a poor family like you?"

The young old god opened the fan with a swishing sound, revealing an expert look, "This is all for you people. What kind of woman is the third lady of the Zhongli Mansion? She must be married to the one from the Duke of Qi's Mansion.

Young Master Qi!"

Everyone looked like they were suddenly enlightened.

One by one, they immediately let go of their worries about failure, and whispered to each other that it was not that there was any flaw in their own couplets, but that this matter turned out to be an internal decision.

No wonder he lost.

Those people on the boat were also accompanying me.

They are all acting out a play together.

But still no one left, as if they were expecting the final result to prove that they did not lose because of poor skills.





On the third floor of Huafang.

Li Chendong put the pen on the paper, and after a while he wrote a poem.

He read the poem carefully again, and felt very happy. He felt that this was the best poem he had ever written in his life.

If he can win today's Wenkui position with this poem and become the son-in-law of Zhongli's family, he will be able to soar into the sky and become an upstart of the younger generation.

If the third lady of the Zhongli Mansion marries the Li family of Guangling, then the lintel of the Li family will be no less generous than the two houses in Yujing City, or even taller.

My father must be very happy. If he goes to Yujing City in the future, he will dare to knock on the solemn door of the uncle's house with his head held high.

Mother... will become the main wife of the Li family, and the current main wife... she should also move out of the east yard.

Li Chendong looked up, but saw no sign of Miss Zhongli. He felt a little regretful. After thinking for a moment, he was the first to go to the front desk with this piece of paper...

After handing the poem to the three old bachelors, he returned to his seat and looked out the window at the people standing by the lakeside with a sneer.

A bunch of scum!

The toad also wants to eat swan meat?

I simply don’t know how high the sky and the earth are!

Su Muxin, who was sitting in front of the front window, had already finished writing his lyrics. She raised her head and looked at Qi Zhixue on the side. The two looked at each other and smiled, and there seemed to be thousands of sparkles where their eyes met.

They stood up and brought their own poems to the front desk.

After a while, the other students were no longer reserved, started writing, and then sent them to the hands of the three judges.

At this moment, Ning Chuchu in the cabin at the back withdrew her gaze, picked up the tea cup and looked at Shen Qiaodie again, took a sip of tea, and she asked again:

"Miss Shen, although I have already said that, I will definitely be able to help you do it, but it is not a trivial matter after all. You... do you want to think about it again?"

How could Shen Qiaodie miss Li Chenan!

Ever since she became sensible, ever since she heard about Li Chenan's unhappiness, this marriage has become her nightmare.

Although she was born into a merchant family, her knowledge is excellent!

In Guangling City, although her name is not as famous as Zhongli Ruoshui, she is still a famous talented girl in Guangling City.

What's more, she is also a good hand in business, especially good at settling accounts.

If it hadn't been for that engagement, she felt that she had already found the person she wanted... such as Huo Shufan, one of the three most talented men in Guangling.

But because of her father's confusion, she and Huo Shufan could only fall in love with each other, but not physically.

After so many flowers bloomed before and under the moon, I could only leave a sigh.

She was full of expectations when her father went to break off the engagement, but unexpectedly, Li Wenhan didn't care about his face and would not return the marriage certificate even if the whole town made a fuss.

Now that she has this noble person making the decision for herself, that is of course what she wants!

"The little girl has already figured it out... I feel sad and feel that this is the little girl's fate. If the Li family does not return the marriage certificate... the little girl can only accept her fate."

"I just want to be with that Li Chenan in the future. We are called husband and wife but we are strangers to each other. The so-called raising eyebrows and growing old together naturally has nothing to do with me. It is just like entering Buddhism...cultivating purity in the sea of ​​suffering."

"If the young master can help the little girl escape from the sea of ​​suffering...the little girl will be grateful to the young master throughout her life!"

When Shen Qiaodie said these words, she shed two lines of tears, and she became more and more pitiful. Zhongli Ruoshui on the side felt that the Li family was even more hateful.

Zhongli Ruoshui, who is good at fighting injustices, spoke, his words full of anger:

"Why should my daughter's family be bound by a marriage contract from her father?"

"Why should you marry a chicken and follow a chicken and a dog and follow a dog? If that man is really like a chicken and a dog... wouldn't his whole life be ruined like this?"

"Don't worry, Master Si... will definitely make the decision for you!"

Ning Chuchu thought so. Although she had nothing to do with Shen Qiaodie, this woman was still one of Zhong Li Ruoshui's close friends. Besides, she couldn't make the decision in her own marriage. Of course she hoped that Shen Qiaodie's marriage wouldn't be so tragic.

So she vowed to say: "Okay, since the girl has made this determination, I should be able to make it happen, but we have to make things clear first. Once this engagement is cancelled, you can't regret it!"

How could Shen Qiaodie regret it? It was too late for her to be happy.

She quickly stood up and said a blessing to Ning Chuchu: "Little girl... I would rather die than regret it!"

At this moment, a maid brought in six excellent poems that had been judged by three old bachelors.

"Miss, the three elders said that the leader of this cultural gathering should be born among these six poems, all among Zhong Bo. The final decision is up to the miss."

Zhongli Ruoshui took over the six poems and went through them one by one. Not to mention that these six poems were indeed good, but... "Compared with that person's poem, these poems are either too original or too ingenious. It’s tasteless, or... it’s tangible and soulless... Hey, what are these two guys, Qi Zhixue and Su Muxin, doing here to join in the fun?"

"The four great talents in Kyoto... Compared with that person's poem, it still lacks three points of charm, Li Chendong...?"

Zhongli Ruoshui looked at Shen Qiaodie with a suspicious look on his face and asked, "Is that person called Li Chenan?"

Shen Qiaodie was also stunned for a moment and replied: "Yes, I think this Li Chendong is his younger brother...half-mother, he studied at Zhuxia Academy, and is now a scholar. I heard that he is very likely to win the provincial examination this year. In our case Guangling City is also somewhat famous."

"Hey..." Zhongli Ruoshui handed these poems to Shen Qiaodie, "We both have the same father, why is there such a big gap?"

"Isn't that right? If Li Chenan is half as capable as his younger brother, I, I can accept it... Miss Third, these poems are really good... You just said that compared to that person's poems, the implication is this Is the wording a little off?"

Shen Qiaodie knew from a quick glance that these six poems were really rare.

Especially the two poems by Su Muxin and Qi Zhixue are rare masterpieces. However, Miss Zhongli disparaged these poems, so wouldn't the poems written by the person she mentioned be the best?

Zhongli Ruoshui shrugged his shoulders, "You will understand after this song."

She handed the poem written by Li Chenan to Shen Qiaodie.

The words are a bit ugly, but when Shen Qiaodie read this poem, she was immediately surprised:

"Good words!"

"No wonder the third lady said so!"

"Who wrote this word?"

Zhongli Ruoshui shook his head: "I still don't know who the author of this poem is."

At this time, another maid came in and said, "Miss, two people came outside. They said they were Mr. Zhang, the academic and political scholar of Guangling City."

, and an old man said it was a garden full of flowers."

When Zhongli Ruoshui heard this, he stood up immediately, "Hurry up... no, I will greet you personally!"

After a while, she welcomed the two of them into the cabin and invited them to take a seat. Shen Qiaodie quickly put down the paper in her hand and poured a cup of tea for the two of them.

Hua Manting's eyes fell on Ning Chuchu's face.

Ning Chuchu blinked her eyes and laughed loudly: "It turns out that Mr. Hua is here. I would like to propose a drink to Mr. Hua!"

Which song is this from?

Hua Manting did not reveal Ning Chuchu's identity: "The young man heard about the Huaping Lake Cultural Conference today, so he came to join in the fun..."

He took a sip of tea and turned to Zhongli Ruoshui, "Your grandfather asked me to do something for you. I asked me to check the quality of this wedding for you. These..."

He pointed to the paper on the table, "Are these poems waiting to be selected?"

"Well, Grandpa Hua, please be patient. Since you are always judging in person, you need to keep your name anonymous!"

"You girl, do you think I will favor Su Muxin because he is my disciple?"

The quirky Zhongli Ruoshui raised his eyebrows: "Kingdu knows that you always love Su Muxin the most. Who knows if you have that intention? In short, the name is anonymized for the sake of fairness."

"Okay, okay, I also want to know what the talents and learning of these students are. Let's order someone to clear their names."

Zhongli Ruoshui had just handed these seven poems to a maid when Kaiyang stepped in.

"Dear Master!"

"Have you checked it out?"

"Um,"

"who is he?"
Chapter completed!
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