Ming politicians

"Magnolia Order" spread out at the fastest speed, and the impact it formed caught Su Tiancheng a little by surprise.

He didn't plagiarize intentionally, but he was forced to participate in the poetry meeting held by the princess, so he copied this poem by Nalan Xingde. It would have such a big impact.In his heart, he still feels a little guilty. After all, this is not a poem he created, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he cannot take it calmly.

Su Tianhao, who rarely came home, was the first to find Su Tiancheng.

"Third brother, you really wrote the song "Magnolia Order"."

Su Tiancheng looked at Su Tianhao and was a little speechless. Could it be that you wrote it.

"Tsk tsk, the writing is really good. If life is just like the first time you see it, it's amazing. You don't know. You are very famous. I was outside these two days, and people knew that my third brother wrote this song." Shi, I asked about your situation."

"There's nothing to ask about it. It's just a poem. Is it worth all the fuss?"

"How can you say that? No one in the whole Fucheng knows that Xie Yuanlang has written poems that are the best in Beijing, and they have spread everywhere. Think about it, Xie Yuan's poems in the township examination are outstanding. The family There is a talent like you, who would not be envious."

"What's the matter? I haven't even thought about it. I have to take the exam next year. I'll go back to Pingyang Mansion in a few days. I have to study hard and prepare for the exam."

"What you're talking about is trivial. Xie Yuan must take the palace examination. It's nothing to pass the examination. Third brother, do you have time these days?"

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"Hehe, follow me out for a walk, and I will get rich too."

Su Tiancheng looked at Su Tianhao, it seems that this Su Tianhao, he didn't know how to brag when he went out, he must be talking about how handsome and handsome his third brother is, how good his relationship is with him, etc., but he was provoked by others Yes, now I'm thinking about asking myself out, the scene is over.

It would be bad to say no, after all, he is a half-brother.

"I don't have anything to do these days, so I just need to arrange it with my elder brother."

"Okay, pack up quickly, we'll go out right away, by the way, just ask Wang Dazhi to follow, don't let too many people go."

Su Tianhao's expression was a bit weird, and he probably knew that Wang Dazhi seldom spoke, and he was bored in his stomach when he had anything to do. Su Jun and Su Ertong were different, they were equivalent to two small speakers, and they would listen to anything. Sing out.

After getting off the carriage, the three large characters of Qifenglou came into view.

Su Tiancheng felt a chill, and Su Tianhao actually brought him to the brothel.

It's already here, it's hard for him to say anything, Su Tianhao on the side hastily explained.

"Third brother, several juren and supervisors are waiting here. They want to meet you and ask for advice."

The madam of Qifenglou had never seen Su Tiancheng, but she saw Su Tiancheng's unusual aura, saw Su Tianhao and Su Tiancheng coming in, and greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Su, who is this? Yushu Linfeng, I am envious of this old man."

"Mom, this is my third brother."

"Hey, could it be that he was Jie Yuan in the provincial examination, and when he wrote it, his life would be as if he had just seen a poem for the first time?"

The bustard's voice was loud, but before Su Tiancheng could react, some girls appeared all around, and they all looked at Su Tiancheng with those eyes, wishing to eat Su Tiancheng.

However, Su Tianhao seemed very complacent.

"Of course it's my third brother, otherwise who else could there be?"

"Hey, Xie Yuanlang, all the girls here are better than fairies..."

Su Tiancheng lowered his head, followed the madam and Su Tianhao, and walked upstairs to the private room. The girls downstairs and the girls in the corridor upstairs all looked at him. It was a pleasant thing to be noticed by beautiful women. , but at this moment, he can't feel it at all, he just thinks, go to the private room as soon as possible.

Entering the private room, a familiar face came into view, it turned out to be Qian Kaitai.

In the private room, there were still a few people sitting, one of them was a man and a woman, which caught Su Tiancheng's attention.

Seeing Su Tiancheng come in, everyone stood up.

Qian Kaitai had a smug smile on his face.

"Master Su, we meet again."

"Young Master Qian, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Master Su, let me introduce you to these two distinguished guests."

Qian Kaitai directly introduced a man and a woman standing together to Su Tiancheng.

"This is Mrs. Lanqiao Zhenglan. Now he is Shi Si Jishan, the head of the palace. He was a Juren in the first year of Chongzhen. This is Sister Mo, Mrs. Lan's beloved wife."

"I, Su Tiancheng, pay my respects to Master Lan and Eldest Sister Mo."

"At Xialanqiaozheng, Mr. Su is Jie Yuan of the township examination. It is a great honor to meet you today."

"Little girl Mo Wenjuan."

In the private room, there were eight people in total, and two tables were set up. Su Tiancheng, Su Tianhao, Qian Kaitai, Lan Qiaozheng, and Mo Wenjuan sat at one table, and the remaining three sat at one table.

Soon the madam came in with a few girls, and Su Tiancheng noticed that there was a hint of disdain in Mo Wenjuan's eyes.

"Mr. Su, Master Lan and Sister Mo's poems are unique in Taiyuan City. Today, I want to ask Mr. Su for advice. Please don't be too polite, Mr. Su."

Su Tiancheng blinked his eyes. The Chief of the Palace, Shi Si Ji Shan, is a rank eighth rank, and he must be in charge of teaching. He must have some knowledge. In such a position, he needs to constantly strengthen his studies and give lectures to princes and county kings. Not so easy.

Such an arrangement by Qian Kaitai seemed to be a deliberate challenge, perhaps because he wanted to make a fool of himself.

Qian Kaitai's father is Zuo Changshi, the chief secretary of the palace, and Lan Qiaozheng's immediate boss. He must have found Lan Qiaozheng, and he would not be rejected.

"Master Su's "Mulan Flower Order" is of a transcendent realm. We can only admire it, but today is a rare opportunity. I will invite you to compose a poem. I would like to ask Mr. Su to be upright."

Lan Qiaozheng quickly turned to the topic.

Judging from this posture, there must be a contest.

Su Tiancheng was slightly annoyed, what does this mean.

He actually didn't know that in a place like a brothel, he likes to sing poetry the most, and it is also the place where it is easiest to spread. Qian Kaitai is a student of the Imperial College, and Su Tianhao studied in the Imperial College. He is already familiar with it and specially invited him here. Just thinking about being able to show his ugliness, thinking about how easy it is to make the poems that are the best in Beijing, it would be great to have one.

If Su Tiancheng made a fool of himself in the brothel, it would be faster to spread the word.

"Don't dare, Mr. Lan is so talented, I can only admire him, and never dare to be honest."

Lan Qiao was looking at Mo Wenjuan, with affection in his eyes.

Soon, he stood up and recited poems. <First tease, it is not too late for Liu Ye Shu Huang to paint.There is no need for concentric double knots, the newcomer is the old acquaintance. "

Before Lan Qiaozheng sat down, Mo Wenjuan stood up.

"The little girl also has a poem." <Slim slender jade mirror.The red rope of divine punishment is tied to the feet first, and it is called Bingdilian from now on. "

These two seemingly familiar poems made Su Tiancheng completely understand that the poems written by Qian Kaitai and others at the poetry conference were all written by Lan Qiaozheng and Mo Wenjuan.

As far as these two poems are concerned, they are well done. They are original, and Su Tiancheng really admires them.

There was applause from all around, the couple sang and the wife followed suit, with sincere affection, the two really did it.

Lan Qiaozheng and Mo Wenjuan didn't sit down, they looked at Su Tiancheng, their meaning was very clear, they are already throwing bricks to attract jade, and you need to play a song too.

To be honest, at the poetry meeting, the "Mulan Order" plagiarized by Su Tiancheng was so outstanding that Lan Qiaozheng and Mo Wenjuan were a little skeptical. To be able to compose such poems requires life experience and a crown. An extraordinary talent, although Su Tiancheng was a provincial tester, but after all, only Su Tiancheng, who the two of them didn't believe, had superhuman talent.

For this reason, the two wanted to meet Su Tiancheng in person for a while.

Su Tiancheng slowly stood up. It seems that this plagiarism work will continue. This is like lying. When the first lie appears, there will always be more lies to smooth things over. Fortunately, I It's just plagiarizing poems, not doing other things, it's harmless.

After thinking about it for a while, Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Love Flower" came to mind.

In the private room, it was very quiet. Su Tianhao was a little nervous. He looked at Su Tiancheng. He was very familiar with this third brother. Although he said that reading was good, he had never composed poetry. It shocked him.

It was Qian Kaitai's strong request to go to Qifeng Tower today, saying that he wanted to meet with some literati and refined scholars, but he didn't expect such an arrangement. Now that the matter has come to an end, he has no other choice.

"The hardest and most busy day is the moon. The past is like a ring, and the past and the past have become juicy. If it is like the moon's end, it will be bright and clean, and the ice and snow will be warm."

After reading the first half of the que, the private room is gone, and only the sound of breathing can be heard.

Lan Qiaozheng and Mo Wenjuan's faces turned pale. Such poems were not something they could compose. <Cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly. "

Leaning slightly, Lan Qiao stood up, Mo Wenjuan also stood up, and the two walked in front of Su Tiancheng.

Lan Qiao was clasping his fists and bowing, while Mo Wenjuan folded his hands on his waist and bowed his knees.

"Young Master Su, you are so arrogant that you are so arrogant, and you are so arrogant in front of you. You are laughing at me. Young Master Su's talent is beyond my reach. From now on, I will never dare to talk about writing poetry."

Su Tianhao was so excited that he couldn't hold himself back. Such poems could be regarded as the sounds of nature. He never thought that his third younger brother had such a talent. In front of so many people, it was impossible to fake it.