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Chapter 18 Hidden Head Poem

Two hours later, among the thirty or so scholars present, there were only Zhang Twelve and another handsome young man who was second only to Zhang Twelve (in Zhang Twelve's opinion).

Zhang Twelve's highest comment on the poems of all the people present is a seven-character quatrain "better than my sister".

Therefore, everyone was a little looking forward to what kind of comments the last young master would get from Zhang Twelve, and then what was Zhang Twelve's own level.

They thought, if what this guy writes is not as good as theirs, and he dared to comment like that before, then they will have to spray him to death!
The last young man is not only good-looking, but also has a much calmer temperament than the others. Shi Shiran walked to the table and did not forget to smile when he took the brush from the maid. Soft past——

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"Auntie! Did you see it? This young man looks really good-looking when he smiles, and he's not much worse than the bad guy you like!"

"Not much difference? Isn't that still bad?"

Chen Qiaoxi teased her niece.

She is the younger sister of the Chen family, but her age is not much different from Lu Fujing's. Although they are aunt and niece in identity, they are like sisters in actual relationship, and they naturally don't shy away too much when they talk.

She didn't notice it before, but ever since her niece mentioned something, her eyes have been hanging on that person, and she really didn't pay attention to what happened to other people, and she didn't even want to pay attention.

"Oh, I can't say no to you! Look, that young master is about to start writing. I don't know how the bad guy will comment this time, hehe, I don't know if he will talk about his sister..."

Chen Qiaoxi couldn't hold back a "puchi" smile after hearing this, and then continued to look over with a pair of clear eyes.

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This young man still had some strength, and he finished writing in a short time. Then he got up to put away his pen, handed it to the servant girl, and then cupped his hands at Zhang Twelve, which obviously meant to ask him to comment.

Very confident, Sao Nian!
Zhang Twelve was not modest either. He turned his eyes—er, he took a closer look, and it was so wet, so wet—er, no, it was a good poem!

What's the matter with this broken mouth, I keep saying that it is not suitable for children, it should be beaten!

I saw that there was also a poem called Qijue written on the rice paper:
Thin vulgarity is hard to repeat,
Secretly know the Goddess of pouring Li.

Pushing the wife to lie down,
The beauty of the southeast spreads all over the world.

Zhang Twelve squinted his eyes, and pinched his chin with his hands. Unfortunately, he didn't have a beard, and the effect of pretending [forced] was not so good, but he still pretended to be deep and said: "Good poem! This poem is simply better than the next one. — Poems written at the age of five are better!"

What?This time it's not my sister, but the next one?
Is there a mistake?Don't you think this poem is much better than theirs?Why can we only compare with your sister, but he can compare with you?

These people are so strange. Others compare them with five or six-year-old children. Not only do they not feel that there is anything wrong, but they are entangled in why some people can compare with little boys but they can only compare with little girls. The point of view of the problem is Tricky enough.

To be honest, from the point of view of rhyme and lyrics, this son's poem is not the best, so why does Zhang Twelve have the highest evaluation of this poem?

The main reason is that this poem is not only a general Qijue, but also a descending hidden acrostic poem, with one character hidden in each sentence, the last character hidden in the first sentence, the sixth character hidden in the second sentence, and the third hidden character in the third sentence. The fifth character in the sentence and the fourth character in the last sentence, when combined, are "Ms. Chen is beautiful".

To say that this level of acrostic poems is actually not enough for Zhang Twelve, because in the 21st century, such acrostic poems are all bad, especially for a Chinese major like him, he can mess around Make a few songs.

But this does not mean that there is no market for this kind of poetry now, and judging from the reactions of the people, it is estimated that no one has seen this point. From this, it can also be seen that the level of this group of talents is too low.

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Twelve was sweating for his little lady's title of "Liangzhou's No. [-] Talented Woman". If Liangzhou's talents are all of this level, then Qin Yutong's level of talent is probably higher. Discounted.

Zhang Twelve ignored everyone's dissatisfaction, and didn't bother to explain. He understood what he understood, and let him understand what he didn't understand. Labor and management don't have time to play the piano with cattle.

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This poem has been delivered to Mrs. Chen, and she frowned at the beginning, because she didn't see anything special about this poem, but judging from Zhang Twelve's other comments just now—although there are some Thin, but very accurate.

Since he agreed on this poem, there must be some difference, but where is it?
Why?Miss Chen is beautiful?

Chen's brows widened all of a sudden, this poem turned out to be a Tibetan acrostic poem, it really deserved the first place, and at the same time, he had a better impression of Zhang Twelve.

This person can accurately comment on all the poems, and he has a calm demeanor, and his talent and learning must be extraordinary!
Mrs. Chen is about 20 years older than her sister Chen Qiaoxi. Although she is a sister, she loves her mother and daughter. Among all the people in the hall, she is the only one who has a good impression of Zhang Twelve, a young man who is both good-looking and talented. It really feels like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

"Mr. Zhang is right. That son's acrostic poem just now is really good. My concubine is also here to thank you on behalf of my sister." Chen stood up and bowed to the son.

As soon as everyone heard it, they hurriedly looked at the poem again. It was indeed an acrostic poem, why didn't they see it?
To be able to write a Tibetan acrostic poem in such a short period of time, it seems that the young master has a lot of talent, and Zhang Twelve, who is optimistic about this poem at a glance, has reached a new height in the hearts of everyone.

Therefore, everyone was a little impatient, eager to see what good poems Zhang Twelve could write.

Zhang Twelve is not talking nonsense, more than two hours have passed, he is hungry, and he has long wanted to make a quick decision. He took the brush from the maid in the past and was about to start writing.

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"Auntie, look, the bad guy is about to start writing, and I don't know if he can make good poems! If he can't do it, Auntie will be disappointed, hehe..."

"Smelly girl, why are you so surprised? Who said I'm going to be disappointed? I think you forgot how you begged for mercy just now, right?"

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Following Zhang Twelve's writing, the crowd had already gathered around the table, and there were a few sighs from time to time.

"Wow, this handwriting is really good! No one who has been working for decades may not be able to write this kind of characters, but this young man is not very old?"

"Isn't it? I think this word is not inferior to those of you..."

"Hey, the composition of this poem is also a bit strange, but it seems..."

"Good poetry...good poetry!"

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(End of this chapter)