Chapter 243 The Inexplicable Love Rival Wang Shichao
Chapter 243 The inexplicable ‘love rival’ Wang Shichao
Author: Angry Little Heizi
Chapter 243 The inexplicable ‘love rival’ Wang Shichao
"Master Hou, the little girl Xu Miaojin has met Master Hou."
Li Xiuzhu came to his senses.
"There is no need to be polite. His Highness the Third Prince asked everyone not to be polite today. Miss Miaojin is putting me in a difficult position."
Xu Miaojin was startled and saluted again.
"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Marquis, it was Miao Jin who was rude."
"Please forgive me for the abruptness of the wonderful brocade. I just heard that the Marquis's wives were marveling at his new work, and I felt itchy for a moment. Seeing that the Marquis has not yet submitted the manuscript, I couldn't help but want to take a look at it first."
It turns out that this is the reason, curiosity will kill the cat, and women are especially curious.
Moreover, for a female student, she should know that there is a masterpiece that has been written before but cannot be previewed.
That kind of suffering.
Who in the family understands?
Li Xiuzhu understood Xu Miaojin's attitude and immediately nodded.
"Miss Xu, please."
Hearing this, Xu Miaojin saluted the women on the side and then hurriedly stepped forward to take a look.
Xu Miaojin was no ordinary person. Most of the talented people in the capital were impressed by her talent and beauty.
There were many people who were attracted to her, and seeing Xu Miaojin like this, she immediately had a bad feeling.
Damn it, Miaojin won't be seduced away by this pretty boy.
No, this bastard already has so many beautiful women, why can't he let us Miaojin go.
At this moment, countless men were wailing in their hearts.
Even the third prince felt hard to understand.
Although he doesn't fight or compete on the surface, as a prince, he has already secretly been interested in a woman like Xu Miaojin.
Li Xiuzhu had unknowingly made a group of new enemies for himself.
Naturally, Xu Miaojin didn't know what other people were thinking, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care. She was alone and couldn't care about others. Moreover, she was the treasure of the family. No one could force her except the emperor's decree.
Xu Miaojin came up to Li Biyao. Li Biyao smiled at Xu Miaojin and generously turned the poem written by Li Xiuzhu to the direction of Xu Miaojin for her to read.
Xu Miaojin also smiled at Li Biyao, and then looked at the poem written by Li Xiuzhu.
winter boudoir
The snowflakes fly warmly and melt into the cheeks, and the fragrance on the cheeks separates the warmth from the flying snowflakes.
Let the snow bully you in single clothes, and let the snow bully you in single clothes.
The plum blossoms are forming when they are leaving, and the plum blossoms are forming when they are leaving.
If you don't return home, you will regret opening it late; if you open it late, you will regret not returning.
Hiss~, absolutely, an eternal quatrain.
At this moment, Xu Miaojin felt as if she had solved the mystery and felt very happy.
What made her happy was not that the answer to the mystery was revealed, but that the answer perfectly met her expectations.
It's like opening a blind box in a dungeon and opening an epic orange item.
Xu Miaojin looked at Li Xiuzhu with her beautiful eyes, and said with admiration: "It is indeed the Marquis. He is worthy of being the Marquis who can write poems like Peach Garden that have been passed down through the ages. This little girl admires him."
"It seems that this year's Poet King must belong to the Marquis."
As soon as Xu Miaojin's words came out, some people couldn't sit still for a while.
Not just for the title of Poet King, but also for women.
"Isn't it too early for Miss Xu to say this?"
Xu Miaojin turned around to look for the sound, and frowned for a moment.
"Is it possible that Prince Wang has more masterpieces than Peach Garden?"
"I am not very talented but I have a masterpiece. Even if it is not as good as Peach Blossom Garden, it is still a rare masterpiece."
Others might have given her a step back, but Xu Miaojin was not used to it. Although she was well-educated and gentle and generous, she also had some deficiencies that others could not touch.
Family is one, and so is literature.
"Since you know you can't compare, why do you think what Miao Jin said is wrong?"
"This..." After a pause, Wang Shichao turned his eyes and suddenly thought of an explanation.
"Although my poems may be a little bit inferior, my country has a vast territory and rich resources, and there are many talents. How could Miss Xu know that no one can write better poems than Mr. Hou?"
As he said this, Wang Shichao looked at Li Xiuzhu and bowed.
"Forgive me, Mr. Hou, I am just seeking truth from facts and have no intention of taking anything personally."
Li Xiuzhu nodded indifferently.
"Young Master Wang is right, green is born from blue and is better than blue, ice is born from water and is cold from water. As the saying goes, there are talented people in the country, and each one leads the way for hundreds of years."
Xu Miaojin didn't buy it, as if she was being criticized. Sometimes it wasn't the person who was anxious, but their fans.
Xu Miaojin glanced at the scene and said to everyone: "I don't know who thinks that his masterpiece can be better than Peach Garden. If so, he might as well let everyone take a look. Miaojin also apologizes to everyone for his arrogance.
"
At this moment, regardless of whether he was unhappy or not, Li Xiuzhu fell silent.
Even though they were unhappy, they recognized Li Xiuzhu's poetry talent.
Xu Miaojin's words immediately attracted the favor of Li Xiuzhu's wives and concubines. It was quite refreshing to drink ginger tea in winter and ice water in the dog days of summer.
Seeing the silence, Su Xiaoxiao walked out and said with a smile: "Miss Miaojin, the time is almost up. Why don't we take the papers back and criticize them. In this way, we can see if there are any good works at a glance. Is that okay?"
Xu Miaojin saw that no one dared to respond to her, so naturally she would not refuse. It was rare to see someone like this today. She was Xu Miaojin, a generous and decent Xu Miaojin.
"This is natural. This is the procedure of the poetry meeting. Miao Jinji went too far. Please forgive me, little girl and everyone."
Saying that, Xu Miaojin looked at Li Xiuzhu again and bowed.
"It makes the Marquis laugh. It's just that Miao Jin loved literature most in his life and could not tolerate being tainted by others."
Li Xiuzhu smiled gently, and he was much better tempered than the little fairies of later generations. At this time, the little fairies of later generations were basically the quintessence of the Chinese nation to greet the opponent. No matter how bad things were, they still had to use a punch with twenty years of skill.
"Miao Jin has the courage to speak out for what she likes. This is a rare and beautiful quality. There is nothing funny about it."
Xu Miaojin felt relieved, showed a sweet smile, and sat back in her seat.
After a while, I put away the poems one by one.
Then the singer began to sing.
This is the correct way to open a poetry meeting. Everyone is trying to make a splash. The kind of competition that Li Xiuzhu was targeted in Taoyuan before was a competition.
"Snowy Night, Zhang Rui."
"The cold wind blows snowflakes and flies into the window screen."
"In the middle of the night, the lamp is dark, and the moonlight falls on the empty steps."
After the first poem was recited, the singer paused.
This pause lasts about five minutes, allowing everyone to begin to appreciate and appreciate the performance.
If there is a good work and there is endless discussion, it will be promoted to tea time.
As the chanting was completed, there was a sound from below, but not much, because the verses were quite satisfactory, which was probably the level that most people should have.
Several of Zhang Rui's friends gave Zhang Rui a few compliments, and that was about it.
Seeing that no one spoke, the singer picked up another poem scroll.
"Xishan Hexin, Jian'an Yashi, Wang Shichao."
"Six celestial beings are the most auspicious, like a house of silver covered with thousands of tiles."
"When a poor man is lying stiff in his sleeves, and when an old man is swollen and being carried on his back."
"Taoists from the Western Mountains come to show you clever things, and craftsmen from Ying keep their craftsmanship for a long time."
"I am a Vyatana couple, so there is no doubt that I like Heyue."
Hey, Wang Shichao? No wonder he dared to stand up before. This poem is a bit interesting.