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Chapter 17 Poetry for Beauty!

"Master Lu, why don't you talk about the assessment rules!"

After hearing so much from Lu Ziliang, everyone couldn't wait, they wished they could win the leader right now and embrace the beauty!
Lu Ziliang looked at the impatience of these scholars, smiled and said: "Since all the talented scholars are determined to win, then Lu will talk about the assessment rules!"

"Whether it's in Liangzhou or our entire Tang Dynasty, scholars should be best at reciting poems and lyrics. So let's compare this today. We will make a poem about my sister-in-law, Ms. Chen, and finally my wife will be good at it." Sister Dianping, take the top two as the winners, all talented scholars, what do you think?"

After Lu Ziliang finished speaking, he thought he would be applauded by everyone, but he saw that everyone looked at him with their mouths open, wondering what went wrong, could it be that they disagreed?This is what he thought for a long time before he came up with it!

Then he asked cautiously: "What's wrong?"

Poor our Mr. Lu, although he read some books when he was young, he can only write a few words. It's not that illiterate is better than illiterate, how can he know how to compose poems and lyrics?

So someone reminded that when writing poems about characters, especially poems for girls, you must first be realistic, shouldn't you meet a real person?
After getting the answer that it's impossible to meet a real person, everyone settled for the next best thing. People can't see each other, at least you have to describe it, you can't just know a gender, women like men, and then just make up a name, right?

Abstract art can't do this job, can it?
As soon as Lu Ziliang heard that this was the case, he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mrs. Lu with a shy smile: "Everyone can take a look at the appearance of the concubine, the younger sister is much stronger than the concubine when she was young. , you can imagine~"

Madam Lu was a well-known beauty in Liangzhou when she was young. Although the scholars present had never seen it with their own eyes, most of them had heard about it from their parents. Therefore, after hearing what she said, let’s put aside the poetry for now. Then Ms. Chen's interest is deeper...

The atmosphere in the hall was unprecedentedly high when Mrs. Lu said this...

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Just like the entrance examination, the housekeeper moved the previous table and chairs into the living room, spread the rice paper, studied ink and added brushes, and the poetry competition officially began.

In an instant, the table was full of people, and everyone was scrambling to write first, not because they had already made up their minds, but because when composing a poem, it was always easier to write first when others could see it. excellent.

When writing on the spot, especially writing poems about beautiful women, there are only so many words that can be used and are commonly used and easy to use. If you use up one, you will lose one, and the more you write, the harder it will be to write, so even if you haven’t figured out what to write, they still have to compete Arrange in a good order to reduce the difficulty of writing.

From this point of view, the difficulty of this competition is not low. Those who started to write frowned, holding the pen seemed to be heavy, and could not write for a long time; those who had not started to write were also not easy. I want to write a better poem.

Zhang Twelve was probably the most relaxed in the audience.

Because writing poems about beauties should not be too simple for a high-achieving student in the Chinese department. As far as he has the more famous ones in his head, there are eight if not ten. What he is worried about now is which one to use.

It’s so good that he doesn’t want to use it, as long as it’s better than them!
So when everyone else was working hard there, this guy just wandered around the table, watching others write poems, and at the same time not forgetting to comment.

Because of the good handwriting in front of the Lu Mansion, these scholars were full of expectations for Zhang Twelve's comments, but after hearing this guy's comments, they were in a different mood.

"Wow, this song is not bad, it's on par with my sister's five-year-old level!"

"Hey, this song is not bad, it's much better than when my sister was five years old!"

"Ah, this one is a bit ordinary. My sister could write a whole bunch of things like this when she was four years old..."

The scholar who finally wrote a work that he was quite satisfied with was very angry when he heard Zhang Twelve's evaluation. He just wanted to go up and argue, when he heard his comments on other people, and then he thought:

Hey, it seems that my five-year-old level is still okay?You see, there are still people who are at the four-year-old level, and there are even some who are not as good as the four-year-old level!
But no one thought about why these adult men kept comparing themselves with a five or six-year-old girl. Instead, they were complacent about winning a year or even half a year more than others...

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After the curtain was rolled up, all of Zhang Twelve's shameless behaviors fell into the eyes of the two girls.

"Heck~ Auntie, that person's face is too thick—but why are other people so stupid? Even I can see that that person is playing tricks on them. Why can't they see it?"

The younger girl smiled flamboyantly, and at the same time did not forget to complain about Zhang Twelve crazily.

The older woman also stared at Zhang Twelve with a smile on her beautiful eyes: "It should be that the authorities are fascinated by the onlookers—but that person is quite bad, and he is a little cunning, which is interesting."

The little girl turned her head and looked at her in disbelief: "No way, auntie? You can't be attracted to that man, right? He's so bad, what's so good about him?"

"Go, go, what do you know? Take a good look!"

Fall in love with him?no?But this person is a bit special, different from all the men I have ever seen.

All the men she had met were polite, calm and generous, and there was no one like him—how should I put it, he seemed a bit rascal, a bit cheap—but he seemed so real.

Oh, Chen Qiaoxi, what's wrong with you!Judging by his age, he is much younger than you!But why does his eyes look like there are many stories!

Looking at Zhang Twelve's naughty, mean, and at the same time very good-looking face, Chen Qiaoxi fell into deep thought...

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The poems written by everyone were sent to Lu Ziliang one by one after Zhang Twelve's comment on "how old is my sister?", and then handed over to Mrs. Lu Chen next to her.

Chen also read a lot of poems when he was young. Although his ability to compose poems is limited, he still has the ability to distinguish whether a poem is good or not.

Looking at the poems sent over, Chen recited softly, and picked out a few of them that she thought were good.

Coincidentally, the few songs she picked out happened to be the ones that Zhang Twelve commented on as "the same level as my sister's current level".

Chen Shi and Lu Ziliang whispered a few words, and then the eyes of the two of them looked at this young man who seemed to be exaggerated, and they began to look forward to his works...

(End of this chapter)