Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 17 Under the Fame
Huo Bingcheng pulled Zhang Zhe into the hatch, and several people who were familiar with Huo Bingcheng stood up and slightly bowed their hands to Zhang Zhe, while the rest of the people looked at him with some hesitation.

Zhang Zhe thought something was wrong in his heart. The people in the field clearly divided into three groups, and two of them were still in a tense posture. Fortunately, Huo Bingcheng led him to the group with the fewest people. He looked like he was watching the fun.

As soon as Zhang Zhe sat down on a short stool, a servant brought a black lacquered table with gold paint over it, and then the wine, tea, melon, fruit, cakes, and running water were brought up.

Well done!Zhang Zhe was going to have some food to pad his stomach first, and then watch the fun.Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw a young man in the lead staring at him with his head tilted.

When the man saw Zhang Zhe looked over, he sneered: "I don't know how many good poems I got from some wild sage and Yijun, so I dare to boast about myself and come here to show off?"

Zhang Zhe remained calm, because the other party just looked at him and spoke, but did not name him.So he just acted as if he didn't know, and looked completely at ease.

On the contrary, Huo Bingcheng looked at that person with displeasure: "Brother Lingchuan said that without thinking, why don't you explain what you said and let everyone judge."

"Brother Jiyuan, you must know that not everyone can compose some poems!" The man spread his shoulders and lay reclined in the arms of a beautiful maidservant. He closed his eyes and let the maidservant rub his temples for him. Come.

When this person spoke, all the scholars sitting opposite him did not refute aloud, but their expressions seemed to be disapproving, obviously they were quite scruples about this person.

"It's not like you, Gu Lingchuan, to hide your head and tail when you speak like this!" A voice came from the stairs going down the second floor, and a young man in a white brocade robe came downstairs shaking a folding fan.

This person is obviously the leader of the faction with a large number of people, as soon as he appeared, those people all stood up to salute, saying in unison: "Brother Song" or "Brother Jieshan".

"After hearing Zhang Xinzhi's two poems 'Wushan Canghai' and 'Spring Silkworm Wax Torch', my teacher also said that these poems are excellent and dare not comment on them. But I don't know which poem Brother Lingchuan is talking about?" The son surnamed Song sat down first on the left, and he did not forget to make a mockery of the other person.

Gu Lingchuan opened his eyes, and looked at Mr. Song without hesitation: "Mr. Pingqu's comment naturally dare not disagree with you. You Mr. Song really spare no effort in promoting this matter. However, the truth depends on the picture Believe in today's performance."

Zhang Zhe, who was sipping snacks, was slightly taken aback. What does this have to do with me?

Mr. Song also looked at Zhang Zhe with some hesitation, and finally just nodded to Zhang Zhe.In fact, he also doubts how this young man can write such a deep and sincere poem.

What's more, today he has already arranged for strong opponents to be present, and he is not afraid that he will not be able to win this article.

"Brother Lingchuan is too worried. Believe it or not, he was just temporarily invited to board the ship by Brother Huo Xian. It has nothing to do with the literary struggle between you and me. You don't have to worry about it. We just want to work together."

Gu Lingchuan looked at Zhang Zhe again with some doubts. To be honest, he was really afraid of Zhang Zhe's arrival.The few poems handed down by this person are all excellent works. Although he has never believed that this poem was written by Zhang Zhe, he is still afraid that something might happen.Probably because Zhang Zhe, the son-in-law of the Meng family, is naturally with the Song family.

Their literary meeting is a corner of the current big game of chess in Wuling County, and the outcome of each place will affect the decisions of many people.

Beside Gu Lingchuan, apart from a beautiful maidservant who knelt on his head, there is also Miss Jinliu, one of the three famous sisters who are in charge of Qingyanfang's family.She pushed Gu Lingchuan lightly: "Young Master Gu, hurry up and start the essay competition, I can't wait to meet all the talented students."

The fragrant and soft steps made it very comfortable for Gu Lingchuan to come down.He looked down on the Second Young Master Song, and nodded: "As usual, let's start with the class review."

right class?Zhang Zhe was at a loss when he heard it.Until the second son of the Song Dynasty stood up and said: "Pine leaves, bamboo leaves, and leaves."

After a while, another person stood up from Gu Lingchuan's side and replied: "The sound of geese in autumn is cold."

After everyone applauded for a while, Zhang Zhe realized that the correct class was the correct pair.

The two sides come and go, and the quick thinking is really scary.

Zhang Zhe looked calm on the surface, but his heart was already in chaos with the sound of gongs and drums.Who would do this?He couldn't keep up with anyone at all.It is no problem for Zhang Zhe to memorize a few pairs, but it is more enjoyable to kill him with one knife if he wants to play pairs with this group of scholars who have been studying this way since childhood.

The faster the scholars on both sides met each other, the more Zhang Zhe felt weak when he heard it.In order to divert his attention and prevent people from noticing him, he pulled Huo Bingcheng to chat about the Meng family.

He completely ignored the sad eyes of the beauty in Huo Bingcheng's arms.

In a wing room on the second floor of Huafang, it is elegantly decorated, mainly in blue. A young girl with a ribbon wrapped around her forehead is leaning on the beauty couch.

The delicate melon-shaped face, the faint willow-leaf eyebrows, the small dimples that smiled before saying a word, and the small and delicate Qiong nose, brought out the whole face with [-] points of delicateness, which looked very delicate and beautiful.Combing double-ringed temples on her hair, wearing a moon-white undershirt, she looked weakly at the middle-aged beautiful woman sitting next to her chattering.

The middle-aged beautiful woman laughed and scolded: "Little hoof, you can pretend. You even managed to hide it from the second son of Song Dynasty. But when the banquet is over, you still have to go out and meet someone."

"I can't pretend, I'm clearly sick." The woman covered her head with her hands again as she was three-pointed Jiaohan and seven-points lazy.

"Hehe, you learned all these tricks from me, how can you coax me?" The beautiful woman pinched the woman's face lightly.

"What mother taught is naturally good," the woman stopped pretending and simply praised the old bustard.

"My good Yuyao, why are you really fascinated by that person?" The middle-aged beautiful woman nodded her forehead with some hatred, "How many times have I told you that in this rouge field Where did the true feelings come from? You are only sixteen this year, why did you learn those infatuated and pretentious manners? Although Tang Yan is known as the number one talent in Wuling, but he just sent you a few poems that can be seen by the eyes, why are you confused? out of your mind?"

"That Tang Yan, who was plagued by the plague, wanted to use more than a dozen taels of tea money to collect your Hongwan. You vomited on him at that time, otherwise, mother, I would love you to death."

Yuyao smiled at the middle-aged beautiful woman: "Mom, if you don't want my makeup money, just tell me, but if you say you love me, it's too fake."

"Dare I raised you for nothing all these years!" The middle-aged beautiful woman was about to get angry, but suddenly understood something, and cursed at Yu Yao again in a low voice, "You little hoof, what can you do with your drinking capacity? He can't drink a mere Tang Zifeng, are you deliberately pretending to be drunk and throwing up all over him?"

"Don't worry, mom." Yuyao patted the middle-aged beautiful woman's hand, "Mr. Tang is nearly thirty years old. He has a good wife and beautiful concubine at home, but he still lives out every night. The head of the class, the number one scholar in the Fengyue field. How can I attach my heart to this person?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman was a little displeased: "Then why have you pretended to be sick and hid these few days, and said to the outside world that you are yearning for Mr. Tang, and you are so worried that you are bedridden? Today is such a good literary meeting. You don't show your face and beat you Since the first meeting with guests, I have gained some fame in the past six months, if I don’t gain more fame while I am young, do I have to wait until I am old like my mother?”

Yuyao covered her mouth and smiled: "Mom used to be the most shrewd, why is she lost now?"

"It's not like you don't know that there are two groups of people fighting back and forth in Wuling City these past few days. We've been on the boat for the past few days, and the scene has not stopped, has it? There are two sisters, Jin Liu and Cui Qin, who just arranged for one , singing in harmony can round up the scene.”

"My reputation is already somewhat weaker than the two sisters. If I go out with one of the two sisters, the side with me will naturally be weaker. Wherever I go, I will think that we look down on others first. Let's talk about the two sisters today. My sisters have come forward, Mr. Song and Mr. Gu each have someone to accompany them. If I go out again, where should I go? Using Mr. Tang as an excuse, wouldn't it be best for me to pretend to be sick?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman sighed, and nodded Yuyao's head lightly: "You are as smart as a little fox, why didn't you say it earlier? It made me worry for the past few days."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old servant girl rushed in, but when she saw the middle-aged beautiful woman, she stood up tremblingly in fright.

"What are you running around for?" The middle-aged beautiful woman frowned when she saw her, "Why don't you take care of your girl when she is sick, but her skin is itchy again!"

This is Yuyao's girl, her name is Fucao.The girl replied in a low voice with half joy and half fear: "I just heard that Zhang Xinzhi was also on board, so I went to take a look."

"What Zhang Xinzhi?" The middle-aged beautiful woman was displeased, and was about to order someone to clean up this servant girl, but Yuyao, who was still looking sick just now, let out a pleasant surprise, sat up, and said He tore off the tape on his forehead.

"It's Zhang Xinzhi from the 'Spring Silkworm Wax Torch'?!" The middle-aged beautiful woman also came back to her senses, and couldn't help clapping her hands, "This Zhang Xinzhi is the son-in-law of the Meng family, but he is at Mr. Song's side? Who is serving?"

Fucao, with her head lowered, took a peek at Yuyao: "Mr. Zhang was invited by Mr. Huo to board the boat on the way, and he sat next to Mr. Huo. The steward in front asked, but Mr. Zhang insisted on not being served, and there was still room around him." It's on."

"Hehe, I don't believe there are cats that don't steal!" The middle-aged beautiful woman pulled Yuyao up, "Daughter, hurry up and do your makeup, you can remember, if you can win this person's words Excellent poems, your reputation will really stand up!"

(End of this chapter)