"The title is at the Snow Song Reception Party." Xu Boyuan picked up the folding fan, opened it, shook it, and said: "The poem must contain snow and wine."

"It seems that Mr. Xu has been prepared for a long time." Chen Mo said.

"That's it." Xu Boyuan pinned the folding fan behind his neck and pulled out a piece of cloth from his sleeve. The cloth was about the size of a palm and had densely written words on it. Then he winked at Chen Mo and said with a smile, "Brother Chen, do you have any?"

Ready? I'll lend you two songs."

"..."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Xu. I don't need to be a lower-ranking official."

"You're welcome. Memorize two of them. Maybe you can use them. These are poems written by the consort." Xu Boyuan whispered.

The prince-in-law is a prodigy, and his poems and songs are not inferior to those of the number one scholar.

While they were talking and laughing, someone else came over to say hello to the two of them.

……

In the hall of Xueyin Pavilion, hundreds of people were bustling and bustling. There were more literati than warriors. They were talking to each other, quoting scriptures, and speaking out. Whether others understood or not, they all nodded and smiled, and praised their good literary talent.<

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Sitting on the chair in the first row is a bachelor from Wenhua Palace, who was invited by Ning Zhengzhong to comment.

When Ning Zhengzhong saw that the time had come, he walked through the hall and came to the top. He raised his voice and coughed on purpose. Everyone was honored and quieted down.

Ning Zhengzhong cupped his hands to the left and right, and then said with a smile on his face:

"Thank you all for coming to the Xueyin Wine Party. This cocktail party..."

Ning Zhengzhong began a long speech.

After speaking eloquently for half a quarter of an hour, he got to the point and said with a smile: "The eldest daughter Yuelan is in her prime. Although I dare not say that the country is beautiful and beautiful, the country is beautiful and fragrant, but she is more beautiful than peonies. However, she has a very high vision.

I am still waiting in my boudoir, and I am extremely worried, so I took advantage of this cocktail party to choose a good son-in-law..."

"Haha, you really know how to talk. As soon as you became the head of the state, you broke off the Li family's marriage, and now you are throwing the responsibility on Mrs. Guo Guo. Tsk..." Xu Boyuan picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, saying

.

He looked down on Ning Zhengzhong from the bottom of his heart.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

There were also whispers in the hall. Apparently everyone had heard about Ning Zhengzhong going to the Li family to break off their engagement.

It's just that everyone is a showman, and there is no shortcomings of Ning Zhengzhong.

"This cocktail party is divided into two parts: poetry and competition. The first is poetry."

Ning Zhengzhong paused for a moment and then continued: "There is paper and pen on the table in front of you. Please write a poem or poem on the topic of snow and wine. In the end, Mr. Zhang and our top scholar will select the winner.

Among the masterpieces..."

After saying that, Ning Zhengzhong turned around and bowed his hands to Zhang Rui, the academician of Wenhua Palace, who was sitting on the chair, and then nodded to Wei Congwen who was sitting next to him.

When his eyes returned from Wei Congwen, Ning Zhengzhong glanced at Chen Mo in the lower corner and frowned slightly.

Facing Ning Zhengzhong's glance, Chen Mo raised his eyes and smiled.

Ning Zhengzhong probably never dreamed that he had been arranged.

Poetry can be written by anyone who has read books and learned meter.

But being able to write is one thing, and whether it is good or not is another matter entirely.

After all, there are probably hundreds of poems, but only a few can be read.

And among these people, there are many who join in the fun.

Soon.

Someone just finished it.

"It's the little Marquis!"

Looking at the young man sitting in front, dressed in brocade and jade robes, everyone's eyes swept over him.

Du Tian, ​​the only grandson of the Marquis of Zhenxi, is known as the Little Marquis.

When Grandpa Zhenxihou was young, the old swordsman said that he was the most likely to become an innate master and guard the western border of the empire for decades, resisting the barbarians in the west.

The Marquis of Zhenxi has three daughters and one son, who is the eldest son.

But two of the three daughters died on the battlefield fighting the barbarians. The son who was given high hopes by the Marquis of Zhenxi also died young, leaving only Xiao Dutian.

On the grounds of safety, the late emperor sent someone to take the three-year-old Du Tian to the capital and raise him personally.

He even appointed the old swordsman to accept him as his disciple.

In terms of status, the princes and princesses are not as good as Du Tian.

His family has good genes, and Du is born handsome, but he is a martial arts fanatic. He is eighteen years old and has not yet married a wife.

Ning Zhengzhong looked at Du Tian with golden eyes.

A good son-in-law, this is a good son-in-law.

However, Du Tian had no interest in being the emperor's brother-in-law.

If it weren’t for Ning Zhengzhong’s invitation.

Du Tian will never come.

In addition, his aunt asked him not to show off at the reception, so Ning Zhengzhong refused to agree to anything, and Du Tian just wanted to perfunctory.

I didn’t make any preparation at all, I just took the poems I had learned before and copied them.

Ning Zhengzhong went to get it himself.

I was dumbfounded when I saw the poem above.

Looking at the tired Du Tian, ​​Ning Zhengzhong couldn't help but smile.

And everyone also wanted to see the young marquis’ literary talent.

I asked Ning Zhengzhong to read it out for everyone to hear.

But can he read this poem?

Just when he was a little unable to get off the stage, Wei Congwen, who saw that something was wrong, came over and looked at the poem written by Little Marquis. No matter how good his acting skills were, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch slightly at this moment.
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When you copy a poem, you also copy a poem that no one knows!

It’s too perfunctory for you to copy this poem that everyone knows.

"Yes, it is a good poem. It is a masterpiece that is rare to see in a century."

Wei Congwen took it and brought it to Zhang Rui. After the latter saw it, his beard stood up, but he still said carelessly: "Yes, it is indeed a masterpiece that is rare to see in a century."
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"Recite quickly." Many people are curious to hear.

"When everyone has finished writing, I will read the selected masterpieces to everyone one by one." Zhang Rui has already begun to think about poems in his mind.

Xu Boyuan, who was sitting in front of Chen Mo, almost spit out his tea when he heard this. He quickly opened the folding fan to cover his face, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He admitted that Du Tian was better than him in terms of force.

Kewen was taught by a teacher from the Imperial College, and his poetry writing skills were not even as good as his own. He could write some masterpieces that are rare to see in a century.

So I find it funny that Wei Congwen and Zhang Rui are telling lies with their eyes open.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

The people in the hall, whether they copied it or made it themselves, are all finished at this moment.

The maid came over, put away these poems, and delivered them to Zhang Rui and Wei Congwen in batches.

After another half hour of review, I selected twenty "excellent works".

Poems written by Chen Mo are also among them.

Although he has better poems than Wei Congwei in his mind.

But his current personality is that he is excellent in martial arts and not good at writing.

Therefore, Chen Mo did not show the poems from his previous life, but copied them exactly as they were given by Wei Congwen.

Zhang Rui first recited the words of the Little Marquis. Of course, what he read was what he thought, not what the Little Marquis wrote on the paper.

"Pouring the fragrance of plum blossoms into the basin, I listened to the noise of the crows and frozen branches.

It’s really easy to drink tea after you’re full, but it’s hardest to keep drinking in the snow.”
Chapter completed!