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As soon as Xiao Fu thought of this, he immediately stood up and walked into the venue, bowed and said, "Madam, all the masters, seniors, Xiao Ke has also done it. Please correct me."

After saying that, Xiao Fu wrote it at his desk and then entrusted the servant to pass it on to Yang Qi.

"The willows on the dike - thousands of weeping willows, weaving leaves in summer. When walking people climb the fold, it is time for my heart to break."

After Yang Qi finished chanting, he couldn't help but smile, "Xiao Fu was young and talented, and was very romantic and handsome, and quite like the style of Xiao Prince Consort back then. A simple Liu title is thanks to Xiao Fu's ability to write such poems as love and affection."

After Yang Qi made this evaluation, everyone present burst into laughter.

Qiu Wei raised his eyebrows disapprovingly. He felt that Xiao Fu's poem was too frivolous, but Yang Qi had already praised him, so he couldn't say anything else.

Lady Guo raised her eyes and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "I don't want Xiao Furen to be a little bitch. Not only is she talented, but she is also a veteran in the flowers. When the pedestrian climbs the fold, it was my heartbroken when I was heartbroken - Oh, I wonder which little beautiful lady from the Xiao family made me sad and heartbroken?"

"Speak for me?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

In the Tang Dynasty, literati visited prostitutes not insults, but in elegant interests. Only when a talented man visited prostitutes was called true elegance, and those who did not learn and were willing to do this, would become real playboys, just like Zhang Xuan before.

Xiao Fu smiled softly, but did not explain, and once again gave a deep salute to Mrs. Guo.

Mrs. Guoguo stared at the handsome and interesting little husband in front of her, and felt happy. She couldn't help but laugh unrestrainedly. After a while, she covered her mouth and waved her sleeves and said, "Okay, I'll have fun too, and I'll help you. Hua Niang, and I'll give this Xiao family a little beautiful girl, which is a fun thing."

A servant behind Lady Guoguo bowed and turned around and pointed at a beautiful maid of fourteen or fifteen years old. The maid's expression changed, but she didn't dare to say anything. She immediately bowed her head obediently and walked behind Xiao Fu's seat, and the waiter stood silent.

Xiao Fu was stunned, but he didn't expect that Lady Guo was so interested. But although he didn't agree, he didn't dare to refuse in person, so he had to bow and thank him again and then retreat.

"Remembering the willows in the river - swaying and blowing the wind, and the softness of the silk when facing the dike is better than the silk. Who knows the strong state? It is difficult to maintain the weak strength. Learn to dance the branches and turn the sleeves, present the makeup and leaves to spread the eyebrows. How to climb and fold, and my friend wrote a poem again."

After Cui Huan and Xiao Fu, Chen He, the grandson of Chen Xilie, was naturally not willing to let the blame. He also stood up to write a poem, which immediately aroused the praises of everyone present.

In this battle of poetry, the three heroes of Chang'an took the stage one after another and won the lottery. This greatly mobilized the atmosphere on the scene. Several young scholars also plucked up the courage to come on stage to recite poems one after another. Although Zhang's poems were not outstanding, they were far inferior to Cui Huan and the other two, they still won applause.

Lady Guo was in high spirits and repeatedly rewarded her. Anyway, she had prepared a lot of money and prizes today, so she was completely prepared. The quality of the poem is not the key, but the key is to make fun of her and make her feel comfortable. In order to have fun, she was not stingy with some money.

Zhang Xuan stood outside, smiling faintly watching a group of young scholars scrambled to play the stage and showed off their vocals, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became heavier and stronger. Tang Dynasty is a country of poetry, and unofficial history says that even peddlers and pawns can recite two lines of poetry sourly. In fact, although it seems that although it has exaggerated elements, it is not too outrageous.

He had no intention, but unexpectedly, the interested person on the side stood there and looked at him smiling calmly and became angry. He gritted his teeth. Xu Wenbin suddenly shouted loudly, "Everyone, Zhang Xuan, the third son of the Zhang family, is a descendant of a famous family. I heard that he is knowledgeable and talented, and has the legacy of Zhang Xiang. Today is a grand event. Should I also recite a poem to open my eyes?"

"That's right, that's right, Young Master Zhang has only learned something, so I should give you a song!"

"Zhang Xiangcai is famous all over the world, how could the third young master fall behind? Everyone said, right?"

As soon as Xu Wenbin finished speaking, his few companions tactfully agreed. Then, many young scholars with ulterior motives shouted with malicious intentions, and the scene was in chaos.

No one could hear that Xu Wenbin had ulterior motives and intended to tease and mock Zhang Xuan, but there were still many people who followed him and were preparing to see Zhang Xuan's laughter. There were many people who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

In an instant, everyone's eyes on and off the court were focused on Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan raised her eyebrows and glanced at Xu Wenbin coldly.

Xu Wenbin laughed strangely and thought to himself that you are a little thief in the Zhang family, but you are mocking someone. Today, he will use his own way to treat someone, making you look ugly!

It is not what everyone wants to do.

Zhang Xuan's trip to Qujiang today was mainly to seek an important breakthrough for the Zhang family's crisis, and he did not have the intention to participate in the poem to show off his personal limelight. Because things are priorities, resolving the family crisis is far more important than showing off his personal limelight. Before the goal is achieved, he is unwilling to cause trouble.

But the plan is far less rapid than the change, just like Zhang Jiuming and Zhang Jiugao suddenly rushed to join Li Linfu without listening to his advice. He had no intention, but he was pushed to the front of the stage.

Zhang Xuan knew in his heart that at this time, Xu Wenbin's malicious provocation was one thing, and if he shrank, it would be another thing.

If it were still the playboy in the Zhang family, it would be fine, because his reputation was very bad; but the playboy has become a passing cloud, and Zhang Xuan now has his own dignity!

If he doesn't take this step, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Chang'an and in the Tang Dynasty. He will truly become a stinky dog ​​shit that everyone shouts and stinky but stays away from, and he will never have the day to turn over and make a comeback.

Since that's the case, what are you waiting for? On the other hand, this is also an excellent time to cleanse up the previous shame and correct your reputation!

We should continue to suffer from chaos. As a modern scholar and a former official, Zhang Xuan was decisive and determined, and once he decided on something, he would never drag on it.

With this in mind, he calmed down and walked forward calmly, floating into the scene under the gaze of everyone.

"Greetings to Madam! Meet all the greats." Zhang Xuan looked calm, first bowed to Madam Guo State, then bowed in a group, and behaved in a modest manner.

Mrs. Guo Guo raised her slender willow eyebrows slightly, smiled and turned around and asked in a low voice to Yang Qi beside her, "Third brother, is this Zhang Jiuling's slut Zhang Xuan? A handsome guy, how could he make the reputation of a slutty playboy?"

Yang Qi shook his head and smiled and said nothing. He had never seen Zhang Xuan before, but he heard a little, saying that it was Zhang Jiuling's youngest son so unbearable.

Wang Wei also stared at Zhang Xuan deeply curiously. Somehow, Zhang Xuan's eyes shot over, which made the heart of the current literary leader suddenly float in a very deep and strange feeling that seemed to be seen through. For Wang Wei, this was a feeling that he had never felt before.

Qiu Weize shook his head and sighed secretly. He had contacted Zhang Xuan twice in the Zhang Mansion. He knew very well and knew exactly what kind of guy this young man was. He was even more heartbroken. Zhang Jiuling was a famous minister and scholar of a generation, and was very talented all over the world, but he gave birth to such an incompetent playboy!

Xu Wenbin and others outside the court did not expect that Zhang Xuan would really have the courage to go on stage. She was afraid of being a clown, but if she couldn't write poems or recite nonsense poems on the court, that would be a big ugly.
Chapter completed!