Zhou Tian smiled warmly at Huang Lie, which was different from the way he had treated him the last time they met. This time he smiled with An Tian and a gentle look. Although Huang Youyou was not a minister, he had paid tribute in the past year. Half of the schools in Shengdu were owned by him.
Contribution: "No, my father has always scolded me for spending money squandering money."
Huang Lie immediately felt the same. He was often lectured by his father because of this. At this time, as if he were meeting a confidant, he pulled Zhou Tian to talk about how stingy his parents were and how they always liked to lecture others.
Zhou Tian listened kindly, nodded constantly and replied seriously. When he got angry, he lamented with Huang Lie that his parents didn't understand him. The two instantly became friends because of the common topic.
Zhou Tian knew from his words that Huang Lie was a bluffing person and very simple at heart, otherwise he would not have said such personal words to the person he met for the first time.
Huang Lie said very enthusiastically.[
Zhou Tian listened very carefully.
The two people were sitting in a corner with more than 20 people chatting inconspicuously. Neither of them were the main people who interacted with each other. While talking to Huang Lie, Zhou Tian noticed that the more than 20 people in this gathering were Xin Shu, Duan Jingjin,
Zhang Yihan and the man with the scar on his face were the main ones. Everyone sat around them, talking about current affairs, singing petty bourgeois sentiments, or commenting on the poems below.
Huang Lie kept talking, as if he was full of anger and didn't know how to vent it. It seemed that he had seen too many little things around him and didn't pay attention to them. He suddenly looked at him, leaned close to him and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhou, how did you get your father to agree?"
Bought for you?" After saying this, his cheeks were slightly red with embarrassment, just like Xin Yiren's appearance after making a mistake.
Zhou Tian smiled indulgently, lowered his head and said, "If you don't buy it for me, the Zhou family will have no descendants!"
Huang Lie looked at Zhou Tian in surprise when he heard this, his eyes full of admiration: "That's okay!" But...but he is not the only legitimate son in the family, so it doesn't seem to work.
Zhou Tian smiled even more happily, the little thing wouldn't really want to imitate him.
Zhang Yihan took advantage of the discussion and looked at Huang Lie and the emperor. The connivance in the emperor's eyes shocked him. He subconsciously looked at Huang Lie with a sad face, unaware that the danger was around him. Doomsday Super Game
system.
Zhang Yihan saw the emperor lowering his head and talking to Huang Lie. Huang Lie and his head were very close. The doting in the emperor's eyes was undisguised, as if he could tolerate whatever Huang Lie said. That kind of friendship made Yihan
Uncomfortably, he looked away and rejoined the crowd.
But he still couldn't help looking at them out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart that he liked a man like Huang Lie? No wonder he flatly refused his father's proposal to let him enter the palace. Even when he spoke to him, he was extremely serious. It turned out that he liked Huang Lie like this.
A child with a bit of innocence and stupidity.
The people sitting around Zhang Yihan saw that Zhang Yihan was distracted, and looked "responsibly" towards the place where Zhang Yihan was constantly paying attention. They saw that Mr. Huang, who often followed Young Master Ten, was chatting happily with others, and that
The person seems to be Mr. Zhou, who has been in the limelight in Shengdu recently.
I don’t know who saw the loneliness concealed in Zhang Yihan’s eyes, his gloomy gaze moved, and a slow voice with deep meaning sounded to Zhou Tian: “This is Mr. Zhou, right? My younger brother Jiang Jinshu has heard about Mr. Zhou’s literary talents for a long time.
, I wonder if Mr. Zhou is interested in the poems about spring downstairs."
Zhang Yihan glanced at Jiang Jinshu in confusion, and immediately looked at the emperor who was determined to avenge his revenge.
When Zhou Tian saw someone calling him, he pulled away from the pleasant chat and looked at Mr. Jiang who was holding a fan and smiling at him. This man had good facial features and unique eyebrows. His face was a little pale and he looked very thin. His eyebrows were connected to
At the same time, he should be the legendary needle-pointed man with a broad mind, but he shaved off the eyebrows between his eyebrows and applied flesh-colored pastel. It was not obvious if you didn't look closely, but to Zhou who was used to makeup.
God, you can see his cover-up at a glance.
In fact, if you look like a person and have eyebrows drawn together, it does not necessarily mean that you are a petty and caressing person. If this person is open-minded, he will never pay attention to these small details, but he just covers them up, although he may not want to give people the first impression.
It's not good, but at least it shows that he is an unconfident person.
Zhou Tian smiled when he heard this. They are all her people. As long as they are not treacherous or evil people, they will try to appreciate the shortcomings and advantages: "Young Master Jiang is polite, but Zhou is not talented and knows little about poetry."
Zhang Yihan understood that he was not joking and hurriedly came to the rescue: "Brother Zhou is being humble. How can we criticize Brother Zhou for taking advantage of everyone's strengths? Brother Jiang, I have a spring poem here, please enlighten me."
Everyone was instantly attracted by Zhang Yihan's words.
The good-hearted person was afraid that the tenth young master who was not easy to take action would regret it, so he hurriedly brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Zhang Yi to hold the pen and hold the ink.
The bachelors who were sitting around Xin Shu and others also gathered together, and they all couldn't help but want to see whether the literary talent of this tenth son, whose family was as rich as the country, was as outstanding as the legend.[
Zhou Tian saw that the store had prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones so quickly, and he couldn't help but smile apologetically at Zhang Yi. The other party was trying to help him out no matter what, thinking that he could just make up a few sentences to get through it.
But now if you want to leave a treasure of calligraphy, you have to think twice before writing this poem, especially when Ting Feng Yuan chooses the best poet. The ten young masters are among the eight outstanding figures in Shengdu. If they can't leave nouns, it won't be a matter of his own face.
It refers to the level of the newcomers in Shengdu.
At this moment, Zhou Tian could only blame these people for being so famous that he asked the shop owner to always prepare good pen and ink in case of such unexpected needs.
Zhang Yihan felt relieved after receiving the emperor's apology. He took the pen and rolled up his sleeves. His long hair slid down with his slightly tilted body. The shiny black silk was perfect for men from poor backgrounds.
Zhang Yihan started writing with a leisurely expression. His handwriting changed from his modest appearance, becoming vigorous and forceful, with a wanton and unbridled style that was somewhat like that of later generations.
After a while, a poem with beautiful rhythm appeared on the paper:
The drizzle from heaven moistens you like a cake,
The color of grass looks far away but close at hand.
The most advantageous thing about spring is
The absolute best is the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital.
"What a poem!" Someone in the crowd praised it, and the applause came one after another. Because the discussion triggered by a poem continued, read the full text of "The Rebirth of the Phoenix, The Shocking Lady".
Huang Lie sat in the corner, his eyes were surprised for a moment, then he smiled, pulled Zhou Tian down and whispered in his ear: "Since Brother Ten has met the emperor several times, his articles have begun to look like royal documents from the Hanlin Academy. This kind of
Never forget to sing praises."
Zhou Tian smiled very happily, his eyes narrowed together, and his smile was charming. Who doesn't like to hear good words, especially when his own efforts are recognized, he feels even more happy: "I think poetry is very good."
Huang Lie immediately responded to Yourong: "Of course it's good. It doesn't matter who the ten young masters are. A mere poem can stump him."
The little guy is quite kind-hearted.
Among the crowd, Xia Xuehua looked at the poem written by Zhang Yihan and felt admiration in his heart. Shengdu was indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon as Ming Qian said. The title of the tenth son of the Zhang family was indeed well-deserved. He also won the couplet some time ago.
The leader, Duan Jingjin, is completely incomparable to their knowledge, who has been hiding in Tibet for many years.
Xia Xuehua looked at them surrounded by people, and felt bitter in his heart. Zhang Yihan was a newcomer in recent years, and his family background could not be compared with that of the Xin family and the Duan family, but this person still succeeded in occupying a prominent family in Shengdu with what he had learned.
He is a member of the literary elite, which shows his high literary talent.
The loneliness in Xia Xuehua's eyes flashed away. If the Hou Mansion was not confiscated... there was no if...
Duan Jingjin looked at Zhang Yihan with a somewhat inquiring gaze. Zhou Zheng's Chinese character face rarely showed some doubts. His usually rigorous facial features briefly loosened and returned to normal. Is Zhang Yihan praising his virtues?
Duan Jingjin didn't realize that there was something wrong. No matter who was in charge of the government, the Duan family would always handle business affairs in accordance with the laws of the Yan Kingdom.
Zhang Yihan noticed Brother Duan's gaze and looked back calmly. The exchange between the two was fleeting. Duan Jingjin is very prestigious among the Eight Elites. It is not that he is talented but that he is rigorous in his studies. I heard that his growth
Lu Ye has always had rigorous standards and is the participant with the most consistent voice in this palace examination.
Mr. Jiang, who had shaved his eyebrows, looked past the person who praised him and looked at Zhou Tian again: "I wonder how Mr. Zhou feels?" [
After hearing this, everyone looked at Zhou Tian who did not speak. It is undeniable that many people in Shengdu were a little curious about Zhou Tian who did not speak much but easily integrated into their small group. There were not many wealthy people in Shengdu named Zhou who could afford a living.
He didn't have much money for a car, but this man had one, which had to arouse everyone's strong speculation.
Zhang Yihan frowned in displeasure when he heard this. This person repeatedly provoked Zhou Tian and used his poems as a matchmaker, which was too unreasonable: "Mr. Jiang, Zhang thinks that his level is not as high as that of Mr. Zhou. Mr. Jiang still doesn't think so."
Let’s add glory to Zhang’s cake!” The last few words were said with unintentional joy.
Duan Jingjin looked at Zhang Yihan, his eyes never falling on Zhou Tian. Was Zhang Yihan defending him for the second time?
Jiang Jinshu did not expect that the Tenth Young Master would be unhappy, and his expression suddenly became stiff. He thought that the Tenth Young Master did not like this person.
Xia Xuehua also looked over, and what he saw was a handsome and refined face, full of unspeakable nobility, and a kind of calmness like a person who is wandering through the waves. He is also a person of noble status, otherwise he would not be able to raise him.
Domineering all around.
Ying Mingqian also looked over and couldn't help but be shocked by the dignity between this man's brows. He vaguely felt that this man's figure was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
Everyone looked over quietly, and the scene suddenly felt a little awkward.
Xin Shu, who was chatting with his friends, saw this and hurriedly came to the rescue and said: "Young Master Jiang is curious about Mr. Zhou. I'm afraid that all the friends here don't know Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou is not from Shengdu. He has come all the way to have a stake in Shengdu."
I'm a stranger. I usually don't like to talk, but today I was picked up by Young Master Jiang. Haha, Brother Zhou, why don't you hesitate to teach me."
The atmosphere suddenly became lively, but I was even more interested in a man who could be protected by the Tenth Young Master. Could this man be a cousin of the Tenth Young Master, or... it was obvious to everyone that there was something popular in Shengdu secretly.
Zhou Tian looked at the crowd calmly, with the same indifferent expression as before, with a leisurely expression with a bit of noble scorn. He was not displeased at all by Mr. Jiang's question, and showed a good demeanor: "Unexpectedly, all of you
I’m willing to listen to my humble opinion, Zhou is showing off.”