An unknown talent produced ten excellent poems, blinding everyone's eyes and taking the lead.
The poetry meeting has ended, but the performance is still going on, and the excitement will last until dawn the next day.
In the pavilion on the first floor of Tiantianju, people are still gathering under the wall where the poems are posted.
Someone looked back at a certain room upstairs with doubts on their faces and said, "It's not Mr. Xiao. Who is the person next to him? Why have I never seen him before?"
A person next to him shook his head and said: "It doesn't look like a disciple of the capital. Where did he buy those poems from?"
Some people in the crowd couldn't help but say: "These ten poems, all of them can be handed down from generation to generation. How can someone who can write such poems convert them into money? Even if they are true, how can there be ten of them at the same time?"
Some people were dissatisfied and said: "You mean, he wrote this by himself, which is even more impossible. Each of these ten poems has a very different style. It cannot be written by one person!"
"That's because you don't know who he is." A figure stood out from the crowd, shook his head and said, "This is not the first time he has done such a thing."
Someone in the crowd looked at him and asked in surprise: "Brother Zilou, does he know that person?"
Zeng Zilou looked in the direction of a certain room and nodded: "He was commended by His Majesty's imperial edict. On the same day, he wrote "Don't be afraid of your bones being broken into pieces, you must stay innocent in the world" and "I'm too lazy to paint Emei and put on makeup."
"Chi" Lingzhou Jieyuan, Tangning."
"What, he is Tangning?"
"But, he only wrote two poems that day. These ten poems today—how could such a person exist?"
"You don't know him." Zeng Zilou shook his head and said, "I guess he only wrote two poems that day. I'm afraid it's because, for the state examination, he only had to write two poems..."
He can switch back and forth between boldness and elegance when writing poems and lyrics. He can speak to the eternal past just like eating and drinking water. He is sometimes fighting on the battlefield, sometimes retreating to the countryside, sometimes traveling with his wife, sometimes his husband has died, that is,
Not so unacceptable anymore.
On the night of Shangyuan, there is not only a poetry meeting, but also performances.
While Zeng Zilou from Lingzhou was talking endlessly about Tang Jieyuan's heroic deeds below, Xiao Jue walked out of the room, occupied a table by himself, and watched the dance on the stage with interest.
A figure walked over from the side. When he approached, he cupped his hand and said with a smile: "Young Master Xiao."
"It turns out to be the Second Young Master Tang." Xiao Jue glanced at him and asked casually: "Do you want to see me for anything?"
Tang Zhao smiled and asked, "Are you familiar with Mr. Xiao and the leader of tonight's poetry club?"
Xiao Jue glanced at him and said, "Brother Tang, I met you yesterday. Why, don't you think he stole your limelight and want to take revenge on him?"
Tang Zhao did not answer his question. He looked at Xiao Jue and said, "For the sake of Young Master Xiao, please stay away from him."
Xiao Jue narrowed his eyes, looked at him, and asked, "Tang Zhao, what do you mean?"
"Young Master Xiao knows what I mean." Tang Zhao smiled and said, "By the way, this is also what our Tang family means."
"Tang family..." Xiao Jue looked at him with a slightly strange expression.
Tang Ning is just a student from out of town who came to Beijing to take the exam. What does he have to do with the Tang family of the capital? And judging from Tang Zhao's appearance, it seems that he and the Tang family have some grudge?
But he was only surprised for a moment.
Tang Zhao could not understand the pain he had suffered over the years.
Tang Zhao didn't know what it felt like to be a Juren who didn't deserve the name.
Tang Zhao didn't even know what it was like to go to a brothel and call ten girls, only to have them feed mosquitoes.
Tang Zhao didn't know, but Tang Ning knew. Not only did Tang Ning know, but she was also the only hope to save him from suffering.
Now someone wants to cut off his only hope.
The second young master of the Tang family, the Tang family, everyone who stands in front of him, even the emperor, must die!
Tang Zhao looked at Xiao Jue and said with a smile: "Please give me some face, Mr. Xiao, for this matter."
Xiao Jue is our son, he knows what the right choice is, and he also knows how important a friend he has just met is compared to the Tang family.
"Your face?" Xiao Jue stood up, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Who are you?"
The smile on Tang Zhao's face gradually solidified.
He looked at Xiao Jue, his expression gradually darkened, but he was more confused and disbelieving.
What he said has been made very clear. Xiao Jue actually wants to fall out with him and the Tang family because of a so-called friend he has just met for a day?
Xiao Jue waved his hand impatiently and said, "If you have nothing to do, stay away from me and don't disturb me watching the show."
"Okay, very good..." Tang Zhao looked at him deeply, squeezed out a few words through his teeth, and turned to leave.
Xiao Jue looked at his leaving figure, a look of confusion appeared on his face again, and murmured: "What is the relationship between him and the Tang family?"
After thinking for a while, he looked upstairs and said, "It's been almost an hour. What's going on? It's been so long..."
Like him, the eyes of many people in the hall glanced at the door of a room on the second floor from time to time.
"That guy, what are you doing in there with Miss Su?"
Snapped!
Tang Ning slapped a thin piece of wood on the table, smiled at Su Mei, and said, "What a fool!"
Su Mei no longer looked like the lady she was just now, crossed her legs, looked at him, and asked suspiciously: "Why are you always acting so stupidly? Are you secretly hiding your cards?"
Tangning stood up, turned her sleeves over for her to see, and said, "If you can't afford to lose, stop playing. The time is almost up anyway..."
Su Mei slapped the table and said, "Three more!"
Tangning sat down again and reminded, "Post the note first before talking."
Su Mei had already posted a lot of notes on her forehead. Looking at Tangning who had not posted any notes, she said softly, "I've already posted so many notes, so just let me do it once..."
If she had been so coquettish just now, Tang Ning might still be a little bit unable to bear it, but now that the strip on her forehead almost covered her face, there was no way she could be charming. Tang Ning looked at him, shook her head, and said: "
I am willing to admit defeat..."
Su Mei took a deep breath, put it on again, gritted her teeth and said, "Start!"
If you have nothing to do for an hour, playing mahjong is a good way to kill time.
This is a two-person mahjong he made out of thin pieces of wood when he was bored on the road. It is larger than the mahjong of later generations and more like playing cards. When he was bored on the road, he and the old beggar passed the time.
This girl Su was very smart and learned quickly.
In the last three games, Su Mei lost two games in a row.
During the last round, she became even more careful. She pulled out a card, looked at Tang Ning, and carefully put it down, "South Wind."
"bump."
Tangning took back her Nanfeng and casually typed out, "Sixty thousand."
"Haha!" Su Mei jumped up from the chair and laughed regardless of her manners: "I'm just waiting for your 60,000 yuan, what a fool!"
Su Mei put her hands on her hips, looked at him and said, "It's your turn!"
Tang Ning put a piece of paper on her forehead. When she stood up, she took it off and said, "It's time, Miss Su. See you later."
He cupped his hands to Su Mei, turned around and walked out of the room.
Su Mei watched him go out, took off the note on his face, sat on the chair, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
A figure walked out of the room and said: "Girl, there are news from several states that I need you to review. I also need to reply to the invitation from Prince Duan as soon as possible..."
The smile on Su Mei's face faded, and a hint of fatigue and deep-hidden disgust appeared on her face. She rubbed her brows, closed her eyes, and said, "Put it down and watch it later."
The old woman looked at her and said again: "This person..."
"It's interesting." Su Mei opened her eyes and said, "It's been a long time since I met such an interesting person."
…
When Tang Ning walked downstairs, the number of people in the hall had been significantly reduced.
Almost everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Xiao Jue stood up and walked over. Just as he was about to speak, he seemed to have discovered something and looked at the torn skirt of his clothes.
After he was stunned for a moment, a look of envy appeared on his face.
