The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 867
Nanyang talented Zhang Jinwen came out of Qingyue Poetry Club and saw that there were quite a lot of people who came to participate in the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Poetry Club.

He saluted everyone politely, and then invited everyone to join the society.

Talented scholars and beauties in Hedong County didn't know Zhang Jinwen, so they walked into the gate of the Poetry Club from his side after returning the gift to him.

"Do you know this man?"

Ji Lian'er, who was standing beside Luo Jiaojiao, couldn't help asking curiously when she heard Luo Jiaojiao's soft words.

"He is Zhang Jinwen, a well-known talent in Nanyang County."

Luo Jiaojiao walked towards the gate of the poetry club, and told Ji Lian'er about Zhang Jinwen's background.

Ji Lian'er's poetry and prose are not shallow, so she has the idea of ​​​​comparing with Zhang Jinwen.

"Why did Mr. Zhang Lang come to Hedong County?"

Luo Jiaojiao walked up to Zhang Jinwen and asked him respectfully.

"Zhang Mou came here to seek a way out, which made my uncle and wife laugh."

Zhang Jinwen naturally knew Luo Jiaojiao, so he bowed to show his respect.

"This is the princess!"

Luo Jiaojiao recommended Zhang Jinwen.

"Wan Sheng met the princess!"

Zhang Jinwen was a little panicked.

He didn't expect that on the first day he took charge of the Qingyue Poetry Club and presided over the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Poetry Club, a princess who was known as the most beautiful woman in the world would come.

"I heard that Mrs. Guo's uncle praised you very much, and this princess would like to discuss poetry with you."

Ji Lian'er saw that Zhang Jinwen was not only talented but also humble, she already had a good impression of him.

"How dare a late student talk about poetry and papers with the princess!"

Zhang Jinwen saluted again, the tip of his nose was sweating.

"Mr. Zhang, don't be nervous. This princess is here to participate in the poetry meeting, so I won't embarrass you!"

Ji Lian'er smiled, then took Luo Jiaojiao's arm and entered the gate of Qingyue Poetry Club.

Luo Jiaojiao raised her fisted hand and shook it in front of Zhang Jinwen:
"come on!"

Zhang Jinwen was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed behind Luo Jiaojiao and Ji Lian'er.

The old owner of Qingyue Poetry Club is Zhang Jinwen's father.Now he is in poor health and has been ill for a long time. In desperation, he called back his eldest son Zhang Jinwen, who had lived in Nanyang for a long time, and took over his mantle.

Zhang Jinwen's brothers, Zhang Xingcheng and Zhang Juqing, have been working in the poetry club.They were very dissatisfied with their father's recall of their eldest brother, Zhang Jinwen, and they wanted to take this opportunity to make him retreat and replace him.

There is a chrysanthemum garden in the backyard of Qingyue Poetry Society, which has a complete variety of chrysanthemums in full bloom.

Those who came to participate in the poetry club were all amazed after watching it.

Zhang Jinwen's second brother, Zhang Xingcheng, saw his elder brother coming with the two beautiful ladies, so he stepped forward to salute:
"Brother is talented! We are admiring the chrysanthemums, but there is no good sentence, so please enlighten me!"

"The princess is here, don't make mistakes!"

Zhang Jinwen is talented, and his mind is naturally different from ordinary people. As soon as his brother opened his mouth, he knew what it meant.

As the saying goes, if brothers fight against each other, they will inevitably be laughed at!

When everyone heard that the princess had also come, they all bowed and saluted.

"The princess of this county, like everyone else, is also here to participate in the chrysanthemum appreciation party of the poetry club, so there is no need for everyone to be formal."

Ji Lian'er smiled slightly.

"Please take a seat, taste the good fruit and wine, and write poems and essays together!"

Zhang Jinwen said loudly.

Luo Jiaojiao saw that Zhang Jinwen was in high spirits at this time, and he looked like a master, and he was a completely different person from outside the poetry club just now, so she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"This person can bend and stretch, it's really amazing!"

Ji Lianer sighed in her heart.

After Ji Lian'er and Luo Jiaojiao took their seats, everyone sat down one after another.

"Please draw a lottery from the lottery bucket on the case."

Zhang Jinwen first drew a lottery and held it up for everyone to see.

Luo Jiaojiao looked intently and wrote:

"Qiu Ju Fu!"

Ah!Ganqing's bucket is full of poetry topics!
Luo Jiaojiao, who was not very good at writing poetry, suddenly had a big head.

Ji Lian'er smoked "Pin Ju"!She showed it to Luo Jiaojiao.

Luo Jiaojiao bit the bullet and closed her eyes to draw a lot.When she opened her eyes and looked carefully, she found that there was no word on the lottery she drew.

What is going on here?
Luo Jiaojiao's eyes widened in bewilderment.

Seeing this, Ji Lian'er chuckled lightly and said:

"Good luck, girl! You can write one less article."

"Wow, that's great!"

Luo Jiaojiao immediately understood the meaning of the blank lottery she drew.

Some of the talented scholars and beauties are thinking hard, some are writing hard, and some are biting the pen after writing the last sentence and pondering the next sentence...

Luo Jiaojiao was amused, and unconsciously shifted her gaze to Zhang Jinwen and Ji Lian'er.

Zhang Jinwen thought for a while and began to write.

Ji Lian'er wrote very slowly, but completed it in one go.

Luo Jiaojiao turned her body to look, and unconsciously applauded.

"...Zhe Yisu took the peasant girl and watched Dongjun catch the setting sun quietly."

At that time, those who had already finished writing their poems hung their poems on the beams through the hands of the poetry attendants of the poetry club.

Luo Jiaojiao picked up Ji Lian'er's poem and ran to let the waiter hang it up.

The eyes of those who finished writing all fell on Zhang Jinwen's hand holding the pen lightly.

"Fu" has much more characters than "Poetry".Zhang Jinwen wrote a whole picture eloquently.After hanging it, everyone stretched their necks and looked carefully.

"The fragrance is not strong, the color is not vulgar, calm and peaceful, peaceful in a corner, quite the style of a leisurely man, and at the same time clean and clear..."

"I don't choose the land, I don't choose the rich or the poor, I am content..."

"Tasting wine and writing, watching freely and freely, wandering around the fields, living vigorously... The autumn wind kills, and the flowers wither, but it stands proudly, and is not afraid of wind and frost..."

All the people unconsciously recited some of their favorite lines, and they all applauded.

Zhang Xingcheng and Zhang Juqing were ashamed of themselves, but also unwilling.

"My elder brother has been living alone in Nanyang, so he must have written a lot of poems."

Zhang Juqing couldn't understand what he meant.You have written such an eloquent and eloquent article, I am afraid that it is not an impromptu book, it is an old work!

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and there were endless whispers in the courtyard.

"Come up!"

Zhang Jinwen had no choice but to have someone carry out the poems and proses he had written outside the past few years.

Seeing this, everyone rushed forward to look at it.Luo Jiaojiao was also among them.

"Wow! That's a lot to write! It's amazing!"

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help admiring the ten boxes full of manuscripts.

Some of the others kept flipping through it, wanting to check if there were similar prose and prose in it; some read it slowly, as if they wanted to memorize all the prose by heart; When Lang Jun saw such a good poem, his hands trembled with excitement...

Ji Lian'er wanted to see it too, but she didn't want to squeeze into it.

Luo Jiaojiao took a volume and put it on Ji Lianer's case, which made her very happy.

"It's still a girl who knows what I want!"

"That's right! Who told us to be good sisters!"

Luo Jiaojiao smiled smugly.

"Such a talent, subservient to the small Qingyue Poetry Club, is really overqualified!"

Ji Lian'er sighed after reading the volume of poems and essays.

"Sister Ji wants to recommend him to the sheriff?"

Luo Jiaojiao sat beside Ji Lianer and asked her in a low voice.

"Just because I have this intention, I'm afraid people won't agree to it!"

Ji Lian'er looked at Zhang Jinwen who was frowning at the talented scholars and beauties surrounding his poems.

"When the poetry meeting is over, I'll go and find out what he thinks for my sister."

Luo Jiaojiao blinked her bright eyes.

(End of this chapter)