Five years of garrison on the border, shocked Zhu Yuanzhang who went south to inspect

Chapter 251
The warrior really didn't understand where Zhu Tuo's condescending attitude came from, but as a slave, even if there were any weird requests, he would definitely agree with a smile, so he agreed: "Okay then. Bar."

These few words of mine may make you look down on me, but please don’t mind. "

"Don't be angry, I can read a poem and let you write it out."

After Zhu Tuo finished reciting, the boy walked to the middle of the field, without saying a word, picked up a brush and scribbled on it.

Many people were stunned when they saw the warrior come on stage, but when they saw the warrior's handwriting clearly, they all laughed.

Just like if a chicken falls on the ground, it will be pecked like this.

The waiter next to him remained calm and read aloud:
“The storm is coming, I have let down my years, I have let down my years.

As soon as "One Cut Plum" started, everyone stopped laughing and were slightly shocked. The first half of this song actually had some rhythm.

He heard the man continue reading: "Who are you talking to about your joy, anger, sorrow, and joy?"

When this sentence was said, no one could laugh, and many people looked shocked.

"Flowers before and after the moon "hiss"

“The frown is not displayed, and there are thousands of crying marks.

When the waiter read the last sentence, the whole audience exclaimed.No one expected that this little turtle would be able to write such high-level poems as soon as he came on stage, and he was among the best in the Ming Dynasty.

Finally, the boy recited: "Looking at the sky in the morning and the white clouds in the evening, I miss each other while walking."

Suddenly, the whole place was in an uproar. Everyone was stunned in place, and their heartbeats almost stopped.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

After a long time, everyone came back to their senses, and a feeling of powerlessness came to their hearts.

At this moment, everyone focused their attention on the slave with 0 loo coins.

The little girl who had always been invisible suddenly became the center of attention.

Being stared at by so many eyes, he was inevitably a little uneasy and a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and lowered his voice and said, "Did the little one make a mistake?"

"No, it's fine."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the boy, wondering who was instructing him.Could it be that there is a poet saint hiding here?
Only one person was heard asking loudly: "Who did it? Can they show up?"

"Yes, I didn't expect such a great talent to come to Yingtian City. It's a pity that we can't meet him."

Hearing the compliments from the people around him, the turtle servant couldn't help but look at Zhu Tuo.

It seems that this young master is not lying, he really has this ability.

Zhu Tuo shook his head. Sure enough, with this ancient poem, he could become popular in the poetry world!
He held his head high, flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly with a graceful look: "I am the one who wrote this poem. I have been studying poetry for two and a half years."

"call"

For a moment, the entire hall was boiling with excitement, and everyone looked surprised.

And this person is actually so young?
"Also, why don't I know him?"

I?
He really wrote it?

"Master, did you really do this?" The shopkeeper looked at this scene and expressed the question in everyone's mind.

"Nonsense, it's not me, is it you?"

"Uh"

Everyone present was jealous. Young Master Li clasped his fists and said, "I'm not questioning my brother. In fact, these poems are really shocking. If I don't dislike it, I'll write another one to show how talented I am."

Hearing this, Zhu Tuo snorted coldly: "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have for me to write poetry?"

Master Li was confused. This guy doesn't know me?How dare you insult him in public?
"I hope you can say more."

Zhu Tuo ignored him and said to the steward: "Steward, I don't know if this piece of music is good. Why don't you go and ask Miss Su to come down and accompany you?" The shopkeeper felt bitter in his heart and murmured: "I don't know. Where did the young master come from? What is your father's name?"

"What, could it be that Xiao Xianglou is judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart? Didn't you already say it? The person who writes the best poems can become Miss Su's distinguished guest. I am the protagonist now, can you? You must keep your promise and invite Miss Su out!"

"you're right."

"But you refused to tell me your name. Did you steal it from somewhere?!"

"Yes, otherwise why have I never seen you in Yingtian City all these years?"

"You haven't seen me, which means you are not qualified yet."

Zhu Tuo rolled up his sleeves and was about to have a hearty battle with the scholars. At this moment, a large group of people walked in. The leader was well-dressed and had a long sword hanging on his waist. He looked arrogant. He shouted: "Mrs. Boss, I heard that Miss Su is very famous. Let her come over quickly and let her sleep with me."

In Xiaoxiang Courtyard, in a bamboo house on the third floor, Miss Su was lying on her bed.

Looking from a distance, the Qinhuai River is rippled.

She has fair skin, fair skin, and curved eyebrows, and she looks like a beautiful picture.

click,

The door opened, and a maid ran in excitedly, opened the curtains, and looked at the beautiful Miss Su in front of her.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Miss?"

Miss Su turned around and asked with a smile: "Huan'er, have you finished the next game?"

The little maid praised: "Young lady, you don't know, there are quite a few young masters here today.

This girl is quite famous. "

Miss Su smiled slightly, this is a job where young people make a living.

If he cannot establish a prominent relationship when he is young, then he will not be famous in this life.

Fortunately, this time Xiaoxiang Courtyard specially arranged a singing performance to build momentum for Wang Chong.

Judging from the situation in previous years, this poetry meeting will definitely go smoothly, and she will become famous in Yangzhou.

"Girl, they are all praising the girl, and some are composing poems."

Miss Su nodded, "Huan'er, go down and get their manuscripts and read them again."

"Okay." Huan'er nodded, turned around and left.

Not long after, Huan'er came over holding a stack of poems and started reading aloud to Miss Su with excitement on her face.

After hearing this, Miss Su also smiled.

Miss Su touched Huan'er's head and said, "Huan'er, have you finished writing the poems of the young masters?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Not yet." "I think some people are still observing secretly, maybe some people are trying to make a splash."

Miss Su said: "Then you should inquire more."

Huan'er walked out, and not long after, Huan'er walked in again and handed a painting to Miss Su. Miss Su chanted it in a low voice, then suddenly stopped and murmured: "Okay, okay, okay, Who made this painting?"

As a famous restaurant owner, Miss Su has some knowledge of poetry. She feels that this sentence is so wonderful that if you look at the Ming Dynasty, you can't find another sentence.

Especially the last paragraph, "I miss you when I'm walking, I miss you when I sit down," immediately hit her heart hard, and an indescribable feeling came to her heart.

Huan'er hurriedly said: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Miss Su said in a daze: "Does this person not have a good reputation in Yingtian City?"

(End of this chapter)