Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 548 Female Fan
Therefore, every time there is a masterpiece, the poem manuscript will be circulated for everyone to read and appreciate.

They competed fiercely for the poem manuscript, as if it was an extremely precious treasure.

In fact, on the day of Shangyuan, the poetry meeting is indispensable. A group of literati and refined scholars gather together to appreciate the lanterns, and it is inevitable that poetry will flourish, so there is the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting.

"Master Liu's masterpiece is here..."

"This is Mr. Zhao's poem..."

"Wow, Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou's poetic talent is unparalleled!"

"It seems that this Shangyuan Shikui must belong to Mr. Zhou!"

Zhu Xiuyuan and the others were having tea and chatting on the cruise ship, but the sounds on the shore could be heard from time to time, like whooshing and whooshing.

Since Zhu Xiuyuan had decided not to attend the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting, he didn't pay much attention to it and only discussed a certain issue with Li Jiye.

However, Li Qingnu couldn't sit still.

She lingered on the chair for a long time, finally stood up, and said to Zhu Xiuyuan: "Senior brother, you are an unparalleled poet. On the night of the Lantern Festival, why don't you write a poem to suit the occasion... "

"Sister..."

Dong Shuzhen became anxious, jumped up, grabbed Li Qingnu, and covered her mouth.

On the other side, Dong Shuyu, who was sitting motionless, also looked at Zhu Xiuyuan.

In terms of poetic talent, she actually admired Zhu Xiuyuan very much. In the past, she kept the poem that Zhu Xiuyuan gave her carefully and took it out to read from time to time...

"Sister, that's a poetry gathering organized by Pipa Jing. My husband can't go!" Dong Shuzhen said anxiously.

"Junior sister!" Li Qingnu took off Dong Shuzhen's hand covering her mouth and said with a smile: "Junior sister, don't be anxious. I just asked my senior brother to compose poems for the occasion, not to ask him to participate in the Shangyuan Poetry Festival."

"They hold their poetry gatherings and we write ours. We don't owe anything to each other, and the water in the well does not interfere with the river."

Dong Shuyu was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that Li Qingnu actually meant this.

"Junior Sister, listen to me..."

With a smile on her face, Li Qingnu pulled Dong Shuzhen over, and the two women put their heads together. After chattering for a while, when they turned around, Dong Shuzhen's expression had completely changed.

"Husband, today is the Shangyuan Festival, please write a poem for me. Husband's poetic talent is the best in the world. Then Mr. Zhou, I have never heard of it, and I dare to claim that my poetic talent is unparalleled..."

In fact, Dong Shuzhen has another meaning, which is to cause chaos for Kou Wanwan.

Didn't you, Kou Wanwan, hold a Shangyuan poetry meeting? Hey, she asked Zhu Xiuyuan to write the best Shangyuan poetry and defeat your Shangyuan poetry leader!

In this way, Kou Wanwan can be severely humiliated.

This was one of the reasons why Li Qingnu was able to persuade her to change her attitude.

"Yes, Zhen'er is right, the lanterns tonight are like daylight, and only today can be like this in a year..." Dong Shuyu also stood up and agreed to let Zhu Xiuyuan write the poem.

"Brother Zhu, I admire your poetry talent very much..." Li Jiye also came to join in the fun. He probably wanted to take revenge for urging him to marry the princess just now.

"My aunt, just write a poem. The slaves also like my aunt's poems." Qiu Wen and the others also came to cause trouble.

Facing everyone's constant requests, Zhu Xiuyuan frowned and searched hard. After finding several poems that had never appeared in this world, he nodded in agreement.

He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Then I am more respectful than obedient, and I will serve you with pen and ink!"

Seeing that her husband finally agreed, Dong Shuzhen couldn't help cheering.

Li Qingnu and Dong Shuyu personally took pens, inks, paper and inkstones and spread them on a small table.

Zhu Xiuyuan was stunned when he saw it.

No way, do you really have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?

He just said it casually.Zhu Xiuyuan saw Li Qingnu smiling at him again, and he immediately understood that Li Qingnu had prepared this in advance... This woman...

"Look, Uncle Jiang Cheng is about to compose a poem!"

Zhu Xiuyuan's actions instantly attracted the attention of the surrounding cruise ships.

On the surrounding cruise ships, there were mostly ladies from various families.

Because the Shangyuan Poetry Contest was being held here, and many talented people gathered there, they said they wanted to know who could win the title of the best poet in the Shangyuan Poetry Contest.

But in reality, it’s to see if you can find a husband you want…

Women in ancient boudoirs were very shy on the surface, but sometimes they were quite proactive. Marriage was a major matter of human ethics, and they would not deliberately avoid it.

The concept of "getting married when you reach your age" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and generally people follow the words of the matchmaker and the orders of their parents!
This is different from modern people.In film and television works or novels, plots such as resisting parents or even running away from marriage are actually very rare...

So, after someone shouted, they all looked this way.

"Hey, why didn't Uncle Jiang Cheng attend the Shangyuan Poetry Festival?"

"I don't know, maybe it's too late."

"When Jiang Chengbo was in Jiangzhou, several masterpieces were passed down to the world, and he was praised as unparalleled poetic talent. It's a pity that he didn't participate in this Shangyuan Poetry Fair."

"It's just poetry, why not write it there? Let's see what good works Uncle Jiang Cheng comes out with."

"We were originally optimistic about Mr. Zhou's position as the chief poet of the Yuan Dynasty, but now that Uncle Jiang Cheng is here, it's hard to say..."

"Wow, Uncle Jiang Cheng is so handsome, so handsome, like a tree in the wind..."

"The young master next to Uncle Jiang Cheng is pretty good too, with a face as good as a crown jewel!"

"Didn't you notice the three women on the boat? You'd better not think about it. You can't fight..."

"Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about!"

……

For a time, the wealthy ladies on the surrounding cruise ship were talking a lot, but they were all optimistic about Zhu Xiuyuan.

Because his previous poems are simply too classic.

Living in their boudoirs, they have also read those poems, and some even secretly fantasized about them.

At the same time, on Zhu Xiuyuan's cruise ship, Dong Shuyu personally researched the ink, Li Qingnu laid out the paper, and Dong Shuzhen took a paperweight and pressed it down.

As Zhu Xiuyuan's maid and book boy, Qiu Wen could only watch helplessly from the side.

In the past, these jobs were all hers, but now they have taken them away...

Zhu Xiuyuan personally selected a small regular script pen, dipped it in ink, and after concentrating for a moment, he was ready to write.

At this time, there were bursts of discussion from the surrounding cruise ships.

Zhu Xiuyuan was stunned. The brush hovered about two inches above the paper and remained motionless. He raised his head and looked at the surrounding cruise ships.

Not only Zhu Xiuyuan, but also Dong Shuzhen and the others looked around.

"oops……"

The ladies on the surrounding cruise ships suddenly became shy when they met Zhu Xiuyuan's gaze. They turned their heads to the side, covered their faces with their sleeves, or covered their faces with fans in their hands.

Only a few brave ones dared to keep looking at Zhu Xiuyuan, waved their fans, and jumped up and said: "Uncle Jiang Cheng, come on, make a poem that surpasses Shangyuan Shikui..."

【Ask for a monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)