"What's the matter? Dean Wu said whatever order he had."

Seeing Wu Renqiu's expression, Mu Changqing felt a little confused.

"Haha, it's not a big deal. I just want to buy a few bottles of perfume from the young master."

Rubbing his hands, Wu Renqiu whispered in Mu Changqing's ear.

Hey, what a big deal I thought? It was so mysterious.

Mu Changqing felt whispering in his heart, but heard Wu Renqiu on the side continue to say.

"I just don't know if the perfume price of Mr. Mu's is cheaper."

Um?

Not so?

Just bargaining with me for a long time?

Is your status so big? Is this money short of money?

When he saw the suspicious expression on Mu Changqing's face, Wu Renqiu's old face turned red, and then said embarrassedly.

"Young Master doesn't know that the silver notes in my husband's house have always been in charge of my husband's family. It's my husband's birthday for some days, so I want to give her this perfume as a gift."

"But I don't have much in my hands at the moment..."

Mu Changqing understood it, it turned out to be a bronchitis.

While I was amused, I couldn't help but admire Wu Renqiu's deep love for his wife.

The dean of a dignified generation of Poetry Academy was able to lower his face and discuss with him in this way, which really made Mu Changqing look at him with admiration.

Most literati pay special attention to their backbone. It is impossible for Wu Renqiu to do this, and Mu Changqing said in his heart that it is impossible not to admire him.

"Hey, what did President Wu say?"

He waved his hand and interrupted Wu Renqiu's words. Mu Changqing took out a few bottles of spare perfume and stuffed it into his hand.

"I didn't have any good things to give to Dean Wu when I first met. A few bottles of perfume are not worth much. I hope Dean Wu doesn't care."

"How can this make me? Isn't this a good old man?"

Seeing this, Wu Renqiu immediately shirked his responsibility, but Mu Changqing grabbed his hand: "You may go to the Literature Academy to visit in the future, and then you may also need to recommend President Wu."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

After shirking the blame, several bottles of perfume sank into Wu Renqiu's cuffs.

A few bottles of perfume are not worth much, so Mu Changqing is naturally happy to be able to make friends with a great scholar in the literary school.

A stick of incense passed in the blink of an eye, and the crowd gradually gained satisfactory poems.

Looking around, seeing that everyone was full of confidence, Mu Changqing stood up and said with a smile.

"I think all the young ladies and ladies have satisfactory masterpieces. Since that's the case, I wonder who will come first?"

The crowd looked around, but no one wanted to be the first person for a while.

After a moment, a young man walked out of the poetry academy and clasped his fists at everyone.

"Students wait for Yue Ping to throw away bricks and jade and become the first person. If you do not do good deeds, I hope you don't want to dislike me."

"Where did Brother Hou say?"

"Many classmates of Brother Hou's talent are obvious to all. I look forward to Brother Hou's masterpiece."

"You guys aren't here to chant quickly, don't just be careful to be handsome."

The students of the Poetry Academy smiled and cheered.

To be honest, the atmosphere was really harmonious, and Mu Changqing was also very satisfied with the atmosphere on the scene.

You should know that since ancient times, literati have been neglecting each other. Regardless of whether they have the idea of ​​competing in secret or not, at least they can give enough face to this.

"Then the student will be ugly."

Hou Yueping put on his robe confidently and then said with a clear and clear look.

"The red peach dyes the clouds, and the plain clothes add new wine."

"Don't let the snow fall on the dust and don't let the words go."

After reading his poem, Hou Yueping bowed again and then retreated back to the crowd.

Such an unruly and free manner attracted the eyes of the ladies in the field.

The women of Dayan have always liked talented men, not to mention that Hou Yueping was also a good-looking person.

"Brother Hou, are you missing from which little lady do you miss?"

A familiar classmate quipped in the crowd.

"That's right, it's obviously based on peach blossoms. You're so good. Not only are there flowers, but also wine, but there are also beauty in the end. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

The crowd burst into laughter, but most of them were kind-hearted, and they still praised Hou Yueping's poems.

Mu Changqing couldn't help but nod after hearing this poem.

Although the title of the poem is peach blossoms, this is the title of the open-minded poem. Hou Yueping uses peach blossoms as the guide and new wine as the line to outline a resentful picture of a woman waiting for her lover. Although it is not very outstanding, it is also a good poem.

Then Wu Renqiu also commented and gave a moderate and upper-middle evaluation.

With Hou Yueping's lead, everyone no longer remained reserved and recited prepared poems with each other.

It was not until nearly an hour that all the contestants expressed their respective poems.

There are also many abstentions in the middle.

After all, after listening to other people's poems, I have a clear idea of ​​whether my works can be better than others. Instead of being a cannon fodder, it is better to give up the right directly.

Mu Changqing felt a little regretful after listening to it one after another.

Although many poems are called masterpieces, they are not yet able to be sung, and they can only be considered masterpieces, that's all.

However, it is not easy to write such poems in just a stick of incense.

It can be seen from this that Dayan's poems have developed very well together.

After careful consideration, Wu Renqiu, an authoritative person, determined the top candidate for this incense and poetry meeting.

Mu Changqing has no objection to this.

The owner of the poem is a student of the Poetry Academy. Judging from the movements he appeared, we can see that this person has a certain reputation in the Literary Academy. In this poetry meeting, his poems are indeed even more outstanding among so many poems.

After confirming the candidate, Mu Changqing didn't care much, and stood up and prepared to announce the final result.

At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly interrupted Mu Changqing.

Then the crowd came one after another, and two luxuriously dressed men walked in.

"Mr. Mu, long time no see."

Xu Maoran?

Why did he come?

Mu Changqing's pupils shrank, and Hua Ji beside her couldn't help but subconsciously pinched her little hand.

"Why didn't Mr. Mu inform Xu in advance if he held a poetry meeting here? This made Maoran very disappointed."

It was like an old friend, Xu Maoran was polite with Mu Changqing as if she was bathing in spring breeze.

"How can such a elegant thing be missing Maoran?"

Xu Maoran said with a smile and then bowed to Wu Renqiu.

"The student has met Mr."

"Um."

Wu Renqiu nodded and said calmly.

The crowd also changed slightly about the sudden arrival of the two people and whispered.

"How could the Shangshu Prince get together with the new top scholar?"

"Can Zhou Yuan be recruited by the Ministry of Justice?"

"If Zhou Yuan participated in the poetry meeting this time, I'm afraid no one would be his opponent today."
Chapter completed!