Is my wife farming today?

Chapter 58 Who dares to recognize this poem?

"Thank you, second? Is it the second lady of the general's mansion who has a whole courtyard of servants who refuses?"

The person who spoke out before replied: "Yes, you don't know something about this brother. Do you know who wrote the poem that has been dominating the charts for days on end of the month?"

A few scribes dressed in cold clothes showed a bit of disdain in their eyebrows, "Who?"

"Don't believe me, this matter came to my ears only when my aunt was on duty in the East Palace. According to her, a few days ago the concubine held a lotus banquet in the palace. She wanted to entertain everyone. The girls of the family were enjoying the lotus together, but Miss Xie, after drinking a few too many glasses of wine, casually composed this very tragic poem."

"How could it be?" Those people still refused to believe it.

Xie Er's reputation as a lustful, uneducated and unskilled man is no longer a matter of a day or two. Even if he has improved, his literary talent cannot be achieved through hard work. Therefore, the scribes who did not recognize him and declined all shook their heads to avoid it. Don't look at the beautiful and long back in front of the desk.

After a long while, he finally finished writing the history of copying. He quickly blew the ink and handed the poem to Dugu Xiwei aside.

He frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, so he declined without saying anything and turned to leave.

After she left, Dugu Xiwei murmured: "The poems she wrote are so arrogant and unrestrained. If she really becomes an official, I'm afraid she will never..." He swallowed the next words without expressing them.

In the next session, Xie Jue clearly felt that Dugu Xiwei was absent-minded.

She submitted the last poem, so she thought her poem would be placed at the bottom.

Unexpectedly, the first article he opened his mouth to read was his own.

Xie Fang looked at him, and he smiled slightly on the stage. He was already stunningly beautiful, and with his calm temperament, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a fairy.

"Everyone, today I want to read this poem to you first. Thank you for your love. Over the years, although I have tasted countless poems by countless people, there has never been a poem that made me feel so sweaty. Memorize, now, I hold this poem in my hand..."

He seemed a little choked and excited.

Dugu Xi's voice was slightly hoarse. He paused for a long time and uttered eight words, "Your wonderful writing is beyond my comprehension."

After finishing speaking, everyone is sincerely invited to enjoy it.

“Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Temple.

The peach blossom fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine.

Just sit in front of the flowers when you wake up, and come to sleep when you are drunk.

Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.

I don't want to bow before the chariots and horses, but I hope to die of old age in the flower wine room.

Cars, dust and horses are full of power and aristocratic interests, and wine-cup branches are popular with people.

If wealth and honor are compared to stupidity, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.

If the poor and the lowly are compared to a carriage and a horse, he has to drive me free.

The world laughed at me too crazy, I laughed at others and couldn't see through.

There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields. "

Just reciting it, in the teahouse, it was as quiet as falling into concentration, and you could hear a needle drop.

Even Zhou Wenxi, who didn't know a few Chinese characters, was so excited that he shouted, "Well said! The world laughs at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it!"

This sentence directly expresses Zhou Wenxi's sadness at home in the past three years.

She couldn't help but burst into tears, "Well written! I will immediately send someone to frame this poem. As promised, you are not allowed to cheat."

He declined and silently handed over a handkerchief, and stopped playing, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you so sentimental all of a sudden?"

Zhou Wenxi turned his back and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and quickly regained his composure, "Don't you feel uncomfortable being cheated out of seven hundred dollars for nothing?"

"Yes, yes, it's only seven hundred taels. When you and I jointly open a hot pot restaurant, I'll make sure you make a lot of money every day!" She refused to put his arm around her shoulders and wanted to say something else.

Waves of fierce applause erupted in the room, instantly drowning out their whispers.

Later, Sun He came over with a bright face and said that he wanted to invite her to taste the poem together.

"I plan to hold a tasting party in the temple tomorrow, and then invite Jingzhong... Wait, don't you know who wrote it?" Halfway through, Sun He turned around and asked excitedly: "Dare you ask Mr. Dugu? , who wrote this poem?"

Dugu Xiwei's eyes were blazing, and he looked directly past Sun He and stared at her. Xie smiled and admitted openly, "It's me."

Sun He's eyes widened and he slowly turned his head, "Miss Xie Er, you, what did you just say?"

Decline repeated it again, "I said, I did it."

He Lanlian pushed through the layers of people and strode to her. The tall man stared at her like a prisoner, looking at her from top to bottom.

Suddenly, he smiled and said, "How do you prove it?"

It seems that she is more luxuriously dressed than the literati and elegant people here, her appearance is also more outstanding, and her figure is more revealing.

There are quite a few people who don’t believe it.

She heard several questions and admonitions coming from behind He Lanlian.

"Thank you, Second Lady, please stop joking."

"Did you really write this poem?"

"This is not a place for joking. Madam Xie, please be more careful in your words and deeds."

Xie refused and said calmly: "What? There are a lot of scribes in the hall, besides me, who else dares to recognize this poem?"

After the words fell, the second floor fell into deathly silence again.

The three barbarians behind He Lanlian also came over. None of them looked good. One of them, the youngest, walked in front and stepped in front of her in a few steps.

Xie Xie was hit nearly half of his head, so he raised his head and looked at him.

He said in an easy-going tone of relief: "It's okay. It's not a shame to lose to me."

Unexpectedly, Ah San was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked loudly: "May I ask, girl, if the first two poems were also written by you?"

Just when everyone was still confused as to why he would ask such a question.

Zhou Wenxi had already stepped forward and answered for her: "Yes, you have lost three games in a row, all to the same person, don't you feel ashamed? What shame do you have to be so rampant in my land, Jiyue?"

Ah San heard the words, but ignored them. He just stared at them with bright eyes, biting and refusing like a hound staring at the food in front of him.

Only when he heard her admit it personally did he admit it.

He declined and said helplessly: "Your poems are also very good, but you lost to me. Do you know why?"

Ah San: "I'd like to hear the details."

"In my opinion, you are being used by others and are narrow-minded, but I only write poetry for myself, and I just enjoy my time with poetry and wine."

Hearing the sound, Ah San pulled out the broad knife slung at his side with a "choking" sound, pointed it at the lower part of his neck, and was about to kill himself to apologize.

Familiar, one hand quickly grasped the back of his knife.

The two secretly worked together, but in the end Ah San was defeated.

Xinyi snatched the broad knife from his hand and threw it at He Lanlian's feet. Ah San looked at her in disbelief. In less than an hour, he lost to her twice in succession.

Once for literary talent.

Once is the power.

As a man, he was actually inferior to a woman from the Jiyue Kingdom.

Ah San is almost collapsed. It is better to die than to live in this world!
  Then he threw himself forward and picked up the knife on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence of refusal completely gave up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

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