This is not surprising to Xia Shang. Qin Huairou's figure and appearance are impeccable, and she also has a chivalrous and tender temperament. It is abnormal that no one likes her.
Xia Shang said nothing, but his eyes stayed on Ouyang Changhao, who was only a few feet away, for a few seconds longer.
At this time, many people were paying attention to Ouyang Changhao, and countless praises came from all directions.
"Young Master Ouyang is worthy of being a daughter of a famous family, and his knowledge is not inferior to that of his father!"
"Master Ouyang, why don't you take part in the imperial examination? With your ability, why don't you worry about not being able to gain fame?"
"Master Ouyang, what you said just now, 'There are thousands of kinds of music hidden in the ten fingers, and the seven strings can play the sound of witty words' is really wonderful. It vividly describes the sound of Miss Xian'er's music. We admire you!"
"Master Ouyang..."
"Master Ouyang..."
The compliments are endless. Ouyang Changhao seems to have been flattered like this often, but he still remains calm and calm in the crowd, and returns the compliments one by one with a confident smile.
At this time, someone shouted: "The poetry competition is obvious to all, right? Why don't you read out the results?"
Young Master Ouyang won this round, which everyone expected. Just when the girl on the stage was about to speak, the little fat man rushed up, shook the pure gold pig card on his chest, raised his little fat hand, and whispered: "Everyone, wait a moment.
I, Zhu Jindou, also have a poem!"
"Zhu Jindou?"
"Who is Zhu Jindou?"
Looking at the fat man in the sky, the literati in the audience were confused. But some of the businessmen around him recognized him:
"Isn't this the son of Lao Zhu's family in the west of the city? Why did he end up among those rotten people?"
"Lao Zhu's family?"
"Don't you know? His father is the largest tenant farmer in Jiangnan. He has properties in Yangzhou, Suzhou and Xuzhou. He has vast hectares of fertile land and countless livestock. His family property is bigger than countless wealthy businessmen in Jiangnan. Have you seen that pig tag?
?Made of glazed gold, it weighs three kilograms and six taels, and is worth a thousand gold ingots."
"Hey! So rich? What is that kid doing among the literati? Does he still want to compose poems?"
"But it's a little strange. I have some friendship with the Zhu family. I just heard that this guy is naturally stingy, but I haven't heard that he has any knowledge of poetry. I guess he is just trying to please others."
Regardless of his identity, just looking at the little fat man's attire, he doesn't look like a person who can write poetry.
"Come on down, you are so stink of copper but you want to write better poems than Mr. Ouyang? I think it's better to spend more money to buy that guqin."
The little fat man retorted: "What are you yelling about? I haven't said anything yet. How do you know that my poems are not good?"
"Okay! I'll wait and see what you can do."
"Listen up! Ahem..." The little fat man pretended to clear his throat, "The fairy sound falls for nine days, lulling people to sleep. If you smell it carefully, you won't know where it is, and there will be a bead curtain every foot."
"The sound of the fairy falls for nine days, making people drunk and lulling them to sleep. If they listen carefully, they will not know where to go. There is a bead curtain one foot long..."
It's just a poem, and the people below couldn't help but chant it and repeated it. After carefully reading it, people were speechless.
This poem really has some charm. Compared with Ouyang Gongzi's poems, it is indeed difficult to distinguish it. Perhaps this poem is even better.
We are all discerning people, and it is easy to compare the quality of poems, but it is hard to believe that such a poem came from a fat man on the stage.
"Hey! How is it? How is the poem I wrote? What else can you say?"
No one answered.
The little fat man looked at the girl on the stage, and she smiled softly.
"The poems of Mr. Zhu are also very good. Whether it is Mr. Zhu's poems or Mr. Ouyang's poems is better must be judged by Miss Xian'er herself. Please be patient and listen to Xian'er at home.
What the girl meant."
Having said that, the girl was about to step down when Ouyang Changhao put away his folding fan and walked over, saying in a low voice: "Wait a minute!"
It looks great now!
The girl was also slightly surprised: "Master Ouyang, who is this?"
"I have a few words to ask Mr. Zhu."
After all, the poem was not written by him, so Zhu Jindou still felt guilty: "You...what else do you have to say? Isn't it because you can't afford to lose?"
"No, no, I just have a few very simple questions for Mr. Zhu. I wonder if Mr. Zhu can answer them favorably?"
"Then...then you ask."
"Is this poem really written by you?"
"Of course...who else could it be?"
"Oh? In that case, I guess your poetry skills must be quite profound, right?"
"of course?"
"Excuse me, what kind of poem did the young master write before?"
"Poetry... this..." The little fat man only knew a few words. He had never heard of poetry, so how could he know it? When the other party asked him, he suddenly broke into a sweat.
"Sir, why are you so hesitant? Could it be that you don't know the most basic poetry styles?"
"I, I, I... of course I know. But why should I tell you?"
At this point, Ouyang Changhao had made up his mind, and secretly sighed that what he was thinking was indeed correct. His eyes suddenly froze, he unfolded his folding fan and shouted: "Little fat man, you are so brave! How can we, the literati, tolerate this polite occasion?"
You use other people's works to show your prestige! How can you write poetry if you don't even know the most basic five-character quatrain? Do you think all the literati here are blind?"
"You, you, you...what do you mean? Stop talking nonsense?!"
"You are so stubborn! Do you dare to say that you composed the poem just now? Well, if you have the ability, you can compose another one. I will give you a stick of incense time. If you can compose it, I, Ouyang Changhao, will kowtow to you to apologize.
If you can’t do it…”
"Hey, hey, hey! Okay, okay, I admit it!" The little fat man couldn't bear to press, and pointed at Xia Shang with his head hanging, "The poem just now was written by Xia Chunqiu, I gave him twenty taels
silver."
Not far away, Yazhi exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh no! How did he confess the young master?!"
Treating poetry as a business, and on such an occasion, the literati present were a little annoyed.
"Poems are good poems, but people are not good people!"
"It's really insulting to treat poetry as a business!"
"Xia Chunqiu's name is really unique, how come it's so philistine?"
During the discussion, everyone's eyes fell on Xia Shang.
There were many people present, so it was inevitable that some people knew Xia Shang. When they saw Xia Shang's face, many people felt that it looked familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere, but the name "Xia Chunqiu" had never been heard of.
"Xia Chunqiu?" The woman behind the beaded curtain upstairs came from Qingye. She leaned a little closer to the corridor, gently lifted the beaded curtain and took a look, "Is this the Xia Chunqiu who went away after that? What does she look like?
Rather handsome."
Others were still a little unsure about Xia Shang's identity, but Ouyang Changhao's expression changed instantly after he fixed his sights on Xia Shang!
"Xia Shang!"
With an exclamation, everyone present reacted.
"It is indeed Xia Shang!"
"It's really Xia Shang!"
"It turns out Xia Shang is not dead!"
Now the hall is in a state of shock.
"Mom, is the 'Xia Shang' everyone is talking about below the dude who bought the famous Liu Yue Tower for 100,000 gold, but ruined his family?" The eyes behind the bead curtain became even more curious, thinking about the previous poem,
Thinking about the rumors in Yangzhou again, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "I'll definitely ask him to come over later and have a good look." (To be continued)