Standing proudly in front of the mat, Zhou Ruoshui's face was pale, but she was extremely determined!

Ma Tengyue has rejected her request to write a poem for the second time, but Zhou Ruoshui just stopped moving.

The whole Shengchun Garden was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhou Ruoshui. Some of the eyes were pity, some of the eyes were admiration, and more of the eyes were mocking.

Isn’t the Zhou family ugly enough today? In the end, Zhou Ruoshui actually wanted to make another ugly thing?

Ma Tengyue's face turned pale and he said coldly again: "Student Zhou Ruoshui, the topic and writing poems are over when the horse race is about to begin. Are you going to break the rules of the poetry club?"

Zhou Ruoshui looked calm and said word by word: "Master, the rule of the poetry meeting is that before the horse race is passed on, the host of the master has to patrol the venue for a week and confirm that there are no new poems before he can pass on the horse race..."

Ma Tengyue's face suddenly changed and he shouted, "Bold, are you talking to the Master?"

The Master Chen Ang, who had never spoken, said: "Master Ma, the scholar has a poem, and the Master should be happy. Could it be that Master Ma is afraid that Miss Zhou's poems overshadowed Luo Heng?"

Ma Tengyue turned his head angrily and was about to scold Chen Ang.

With a cough, Master Wei, who had dim eyes, opened his eyes and said lightly: "Boy Bimo serves you!"

With a word from Wei, Ma Tengyue closed his mouth, but he still glared at Chen Ang fiercely before retreating to the side with an angry look on his face.

Zhou Ruoshui did not wait for the boy Bimo to come, but she had already walked in front of several cases. She stared at the white Su Xuan in front of her, closed her eyes slightly, and her expression was very complicated.

After a long time, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Dip the pen in the inkstone and then dip the pen with a high wrist. The tip of the pen gently touches the white paper, and the word "spicy" appears on it.

Zhou Ruoshui's writing is very slow, his handwriting is elegant and exquisite, just like his person, and he also reveals a slight elegance.

The first sentence: "The soft rain knows the season!"

Master Chen Ang suddenly stood up from the chair and leaned over, with an unspeakable look in his eyes.

The second sentence: "It happened in the spring."

In the VIP seat, Master Gao, Jing Wen, tapped the table gently with his hand, but Young Master Sui Long beside him had already stood up.

The third sentence...

Zhou Ruoshui has not finished writing for a long time...

Chen Ang was so anxious that his face was full of sweat. Although he knew that he could not speak, he still couldn't help but say, "Miss Ruoshui... the third sentence... has he thought about it?"

Zhou Ruoshui trembled all over and turned his head to look at Chen Ang. Seeing that Master Chen was like this, she gritted her teeth hard and simply closed her eyes and went straight to Kuaishu.

"Snooze into the night with the wind..."

"Okay!" Chen Ang shouted OK.

Mr. Sui Long rushed over immediately, and then Mr. Jing Wen also stood up and came over. The horse who was standing on the side trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.

In the last sentence, Zhou Ruoshui wrote very quickly.

"Moisturize things silently..."

Chen Ang read this poem, immediately yelled again, and then said four or five times... Then he burst into tears and secretly turned his head and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

At this time, four lines of poetry on the mat have already come out: "The soft rain knows the season, and it happens in spring, and sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently."

When the poet beside him recites these four sentences with a clear voice.

All the scholars in the audience stood up.

In the side courtyard, all the Zhou family members stood up together and almost rushed into Shengchun Garden, while the Luo family and other people were stunned.

Although everyone has a good level of learning, everyone knows good poetry.

Zhou Ruoshui's poem not only closely follows the proposition of "night rain", but also each sentence is extremely brilliant. What's even more rare is that the poem writes the rain alive.

A spring rain seems to know people's thoughts, when they need it most, come to the world, nourishing the earth silently, and bringing people the beautiful scenery of spring...

As soon as this poem was released, many of the poems such as "Spring Rain" mentioned in the previous chapter have become vulgar poems.

Even the poem "Rain Night" by Liu He who guides the poem "A Rainy Night" seems to be weaker in terms of meteorology and artistic conception.

Is this really a poem that a scholar from Lishui Middle School can write?

In the VIP seat, everyone's Master and Master Gao stood up together.

Master Wei was so excited that his hands trembled. He almost pulled his neck and shouted, just one word: "Horse...Horse..."

Two red bridle horses rushed to the edge of the poem mat, and a knight waved his hand on the horse's back, copied Su Xuan on the table in his hand, then turned the horse's head and rushed out quickly...

At this time, Zhou Ruoshui was surrounded by many scholars and masters. Chen Ang personally picked up the pen and wrote the four lines of poetry just now on Suxuan again. Master Wei squeezed in tremblingly, staring at the handwriting on Suxuan, and tremblingly touched the white paper with his hands, and said for a long time: "This is the pride of Lishui!"

Wei made the most authoritative summary of today's poetry meeting in one sentence.

In the side courtyard, Zhou Ruhai and his wife cried when they fought, and many servants of the Zhou family almost rushed into Shengchun Garden.

The housekeeper Cai Chang held his forehead with his hands, tilted it on the wall, and murmured in a low voice: "The sky has eyes, the sky has eyes..."

About one stick of incense has passed.

Suddenly, two horses rushed in from outside Shengchun Hall.

The knight on the horse shouted: "Young Master Luo Heng's "Spring Rain" has already entered the race, and Young Master Wu Biao's "Peach and Plum in the Rain" has stopped at the beginning."

Master Chen Ang rushed out of the crowd and shouted: "Miss Ruoshui..."

He said it with a word and suddenly realized that, Oh my God, Miss Ruoshui's poem just now was not famous.

The audience was stunned at this moment. Master Wei suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and he was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

"Hurry, go and catch it, hurry..." Ma Tengyue shouted to the two knights.

The two knights did not dare to neglect and rushed out immediately.

The whole audience fell into dead silence.

Master Wei looked annoyed, all because he was so excited that he went out to pass on his poems without even writing the title.

How do other poems read the Lishui Poetry Fair?

Chen Ang was quite calm. He quickly approached Zhou Ruoshui and said, "Miss Ruoshui, what is the name of this poem?"

Zhou Ruoshui had returned to her seat at this time, and the poem mat was surrounded by people, but there was no trace of her.

Her mind was blank, and her inner feelings were mixed and could not be expressed in words.

"This is not my poem..." As a middle school scholar, what a serious sin is it to plagiarize other people's poems?

But when Zhou Ruoshui faces this situation and such a crisis, how should she choose?

Her heart was a little empty, but the shadow of Tang Yu in her mind could not be erased. Although her contact with Tang Yu that day was short, she could remember every detail clearly at this time.

And every detail emerged one by one in her mind like a phantom. She had never felt this feeling before...

Chen Ang asked her three times in a row, but he didn't get a response. He stopped asking and said to himself: "It's the best "Rain Night", which is comparable to the song "Young Master Liu..."

At some point, Zheng Meier quietly walked behind Zhou Ruoshui and said softly: "Miss, don't you be afraid, isn't that bad enough for the Tang surname to harm us?"

"Ah..." Zhou Ruoshui suddenly turned around, Rushui's eyes stared at Zheng Meier, and tears finally fell...

"Miss Ruoshui's poem "Unt Title" has already run into the middle..."

"Miss Ruoshui's poem "Unt Title" was praised by Master Zeng, Wuling No. 1 Middle School, for the four words "My Written Hands"..."

Gradually, the Zhou family almost became a racetrack.

All the red bridle horses that the Zhou family prepared this time came in handy.

Various information about Zhou Rushui's poem was continuously transmitted to the scene.

The knights had loud voices and blushed faces. These knights were all guarding the Zhou family. Seeing that their ladies turned the tide at the last moment of this poetry meeting, they were all excited.

Dozens of horses relayed to deliver messages, completely watching the flow of this poem.

"It's so happy, I'm so happy. Miss Ruoshui's poem "Unt Title" began to run high, and four horses rushed towards the Wuling River in unison, and the horses started shouting..."

The entire Shengchun Garden cheered in unison, and the Zhou family's home court advantage finally began to play a role.

From the master to the servant, everyone was blushing. Miss Ruoshui was about to become famous and ran into Gao Jin, which meant that the poem had entered the vision of the talented men and the masters of the Guide. In the future, the Wuling academic community would definitely know the name of Miss Ruoshui.

This is the first poem that can be seen in the Lishui poetry gatherings in the past five years that can be seen in Gao Jin. Today, the Zhou family staged a good show of turning the world around.
Chapter completed!