Lian Xin's eyes lit up and she looked at Huangfu Jingyu excitedly, "It's Mr. Chu's poem, it's Mr. Chu's poem!"
"I heard this."
Huangfu Jingyu expressed her calmness, but in fact she was secretly relieved. Originally, she thought that Jiang Zhongzi would not come down again after he climbed up to the second floor, but she did not expect that things would take a turn for the worse in the end.
"Who is this Chu Ling?"
"Never heard of it."
"If Mr. Jiang can leave and come back again, is there something extraordinary about the poems written by this man?"
Many of the scholars gathered on the second floor looked surprised when they saw this scene before them. They did not expect such a strange thing to happen.
You must know that Jiang Zhongzi had an eccentric and unsociable temperament, and there was no dust in his eyes. Good things are good, and bad things are bad.
He will not make any compromises just because of worldly views.
"Zihe, fetch this poem."
At that time, Jiang Zhongzi ignored the restless crowd on the first floor and looked at Liu Chengfeng and said.
"Here!"
Liu Chengfeng did not dare to hesitate and immediately bowed in response.
However, as he walked towards where Jiang Zhongzi was pointing, Liu Chengfeng raised his head and looked at the third floor, looking at Huangfu Jingyu with his deep eyes, as if questioning him.
"What's the point of giving it to Mr. Jiang for comment?"
With their eyes facing each other, Huangfu Jingyu smiled and raised his chin slightly, "If you want to comment, everyone who comes to the Zhaoyan Courtyard for the boat painting must know the name of Chu Ling."
Lian Xin felt sad in her heart.
I'm afraid that after today, Chu Ling's name will spread among scholars.
Just the fact that Jiang Zhongzi left and returned is a worthy topic of conversation.
"What kind of poems did Chu Ling write that could make Mr. Jiang come back again?"
"I don't know, where did this come from?"
"Look, Young Master Liu has taken down the poem."
"It seems that Chu Ling is quite talented."
When Liu Chengfeng went to pick up poems, the scholars gathered on the first floor all poked their heads and discussed with their friends.
They were all curious about what poems Chu Ling had written.
Zuo Guangxian was a little surprised. He looked at his old friend for many years as if he were seeing a stranger.
He knew best what kind of temper Jiang Zhongzi had.
If he doesn't take a look at something at first glance, he will almost never look at it a second time.
But things have changed today.
"Teacher~"
When Zuo Guangxian was surprised, Liu Chengfeng respectfully handed the poem to Jiang Zhongzi. With just one glance, he knew it was what he had seen that day.
This third princess really plays the piano randomly!
Liu Chengfeng felt a little dissatisfied.
How can a masterpiece like Chu Ling's be posted together with the poems written by ordinary people?
"Have you read this poem?"
Jiang Zhongzi took the paper and glanced at Liu Chengfeng.
"yes."
Liu Chengfeng bowed slightly and said: "The students have read it earlier and wanted to include it separately, but something went wrong."
Jiang Zhongzi took the paper, ignored his left and right sides, and looked up towards the third floor.
With just one glance, he was fixed on where Huangfu Jingyu was standing.
Seeing Jiang Zhongzi looking at him, Huangfu Jingyu smiled and nodded slightly to Jiang Zhongzi.
"Look! It's the third princess."
"It's true."
"Could it be that Chu Ling is a retainer of the third princess's house?"
"I never thought that the third princess would also come."
"Well, if I had known that the third princess was coming, I would have dressed up nicely."
Everyone who didn't know what was going on followed Jiang Zhongzi's gaze and saw Huangfu Jingyu alone on the third floor. Many people started talking.
The atmosphere inside the boat became heated.
Huangfu Jingyu, who was being treated coldly by Chu Ling, was being discussed hotly by countless people at the moment. Many people were even thinking that it would be a great blessing to drink with Huangfu Jingyu.
"Mr. Jiang, what do you think of this poem?"
Zuo Guang stepped forward first and looked at Jiang Zhongzi with a smile.
"I won't come home until I'm drunk today!"
Jiang Zhongzi laughed and said: "I didn't expect to encounter such a masterpiece in the preliminary selection of our Zhaoyan Academy. In my opinion, this poem should be among the top 50 in the "Feng Yun Bang"! Haha..."
"!!!"
Zuo Guangxian opened his eyes slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.
He even wondered if he had heard wrongly.
"Did you hear that Mr. Jiang actually said that this poem could be included in the "Feng Yun Bang"? Did I hear it correctly?"
"No way, I heard it just now."
"Just now Mr. Jiang not only said that he could enter the "Feng Yun Bang", but also ranked among the top 50. Oh my God, what kind of poetry is this."
"If that's the case, wouldn't the name of the number one talent tentatively selected for Zhaoyan Academy's primary selection be changed?"
"What are you thinking? It's just like Mr. Jiang said. I'm afraid this person will win in the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition."
Jiang Zhongzi's words instantly ignited the entire painting.
Whether on the first floor or the second floor, the scholars who came to participate in the Zhaoyan Academy primary election were all talking enthusiastically with their heads raised.
They wanted to know what kind of poems could make Jiang Zhongzi give such evaluation.
"Let me take a look."
Zuo Guangxian was still in disbelief. He lifted his robe and stepped forward, asking for the piece of paper from Jiang Zhongzi's hand.
“The white wine is newly ripe and returns from the mountains; the yellow chickens peck at the millet and it is getting fat in autumn.
The children cook chicken and drink white wine, while the children laugh and hold people's clothes.
Sing loudly to get drunk and masturbate, dance to win the glory of the setting sun.
It is not early to persuade people to take advantage of all the hardships, and to cross the long distance on horseback with a whip.
The foolish woman in Kuaiji bought the minister lightly, so I resigned from home and went west to Qin.
We look up to the sky and laugh loudly before going out, how can we be the people of Penghao?"
The more Zuo Guangxian read, the more frightened he became. The artistic conception of this poem made him immersed in it, and the sound of reciting gradually became louder.
The noisy painting boat now became quiet.
Many people had expressions of surprise and astonishment on their faces, and they started whispering among themselves.
"Look up to the sky and go out laughing. How can I be a Penghao person?"
Jiang Zhongzi's heart was filled with excitement. He lifted up his robe sleeves and said: "The talent of this sentence is really rare. Haha, I have been studying for decades and have never seen such high-spirited words. Cai! Third princess, who is this Chu Ling?"
?”
With his deep eyes shining brightly, Jiang Zhongzi raised his head and looked at Huangfu Jingyu.
…
"Ah sneeze~"
Chu Ling, who was sitting, couldn't help but sneeze and rubbed her nose, "Who is talking behind my back? Maybe it's someone from Duke Shun's mansion."
Thinking of this, Chu Ling smiled and shook her head.
Perhaps in Xanadu, most people know about Shun Guo Gongfu and don't want to have any grudges with them.
After all, Shun Guo Duke Li Qing was the general who conquered the north of the dynasty. He was known as the God of War in Beiting. He was deeply trusted by Emperor Feng. No one dared to offend Shun Guo Duke.
'Originally I wanted to break off the engagement.'
Chu Ling put down her pen and stared at the paper in front of her, 'Even if you don't say anything, this marriage can be canceled, but you have such a condescending attitude, which makes me very unhappy.'
Coming to this strange dynasty, Chu Ling had no one to worry about. He just wanted to live a plain life. The experiences in his previous life made his heart very tired.
Although he entered the circle he dreamed of, lived a luxurious life, and often walked among flowers, he felt extremely empty.
Everyone likes fame and fortune, but desires are endless.
Chu Ling didn't want to repeat the tragedy.
After reviving his life, Chu Ling just wanted to live according to his heart. He no longer wanted to live by looking at others.
"Waiter! Serve the wine!!"
A loud voice sounded, making Chu Ling frown.
"Sir, I'm really sorry, the shop hasn't opened yet."
Liu Jun took the rag and ran towards the young man who walked in. He smiled and said, "Why don't you look elsewhere? Wait until the shop opens and the guest will come again and give you a pot of fine wine. Look..."
Before Liu Jun could finish speaking, he was pushed away by the drunken young man.
"Sir, please wait!"
Seeing that the man in front of him refused to listen and walked towards the store on his own, Liu Jun endured the pain and chased after him.
Bang!
The young man sat on the wooden chair, slapped his sword on the wine table, glanced at Liu Jun with his cold eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Serve the wine! I can smell the aroma of the wine!"
Liu Jun's heart tightened, showing a bit of timidity, and subconsciously looked at Chu Ling.
In this situation, he really had no idea.
"Bring the jar of wine over."
Chu Ling lifted her robe and stood up, walked towards the young man, and said to the timid Liu Jun.
"Hey, hey."
Liu Jun nodded repeatedly.
"Are you the shopkeeper?"
"Actually, the person who was intimidated by you was the shopkeeper, but I own this tavern."
"Then the shopkeeper is still you, isn't it?"
"It can also be understood this way."
Facing the young man's gaze, Chu Ling lifted up her robe and sat down, looking at him. The scar on her right cheek attracted Chu Ling. Her big, bright eyes were shining brightly, and her unshaven beard couldn't stop her handsomeness.
The smell of alcohol is very strong.
"Do you have any enemies in heaven?"
The man shook his body and stared at Chu Ling, "My name is Jun Hanlin. If you give me a drink, I will work in the tavern and pay for the drinks by doing odd jobs. Fighting will be paid separately. How about that?"
Enemy?
Chu Ling raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Jun Hanlin.
"If you want to work, you can."
Chu Ling stood up and said in a calm tone: "But you must abide by the rules of the tavern. You cannot drink while working. If you can accept it, then stay."
Looking at Chu Ling's leaving figure, Jun Hanlin frowned slightly and narrowed his cold eyes, obviously not expecting Chu Ling to be so calm.
"Aren't you afraid?"
Seeing Chu Ling about to leave, Jun Hanlin smiled half-heartedly, "I'm a ranger, I can't make mistakes when I read people."
"What are you afraid of?"
Chu Ling packed up what he had written and said with a smile: "An enemy? Since he just stared and didn't take the initiative to come looking for me, why should I be afraid?"
Liu Jun walked over with a wine jar in his arms, his face a little nervous.
He heard everything Caijun Hanlin said just now.
"Then you're not afraid that I lied to you just to drink?"
Glancing at Liu Jun, Jun Hanlin looked arrogant and licked his lips.
"The mouth can lie, but the eyes cannot."
Chu Ling took away the packed papers and turned to look at Jun Hanlin, "Don't delay your work tomorrow. There are still many things to be busy with. Shopkeeper Liu, his name is Jun Hanlin and he is the new waiter. I will talk to you for now.
Let's live together, and if he misses work tomorrow, send him away."
"Hey, hey."
Liu Jun, who was holding the wine jar, his Adam's apple squirming, glanced at Jun Hanlin nervously, and then nodded to Chu Ling.
This guy is quite interesting.
Looking at Chu Ling's leaving figure, Jun Hanlin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards Liu Jun, "Shopkeeper, I'll work tomorrow, so I'll bother you today." After saying that, Jun Hanlin grabbed it.
Passing the wine jar in Liu Jun's arms, he slowly removed the mud seal and smelled the aroma of wine, and a smile appeared on his scarred face.