Ninth Grade Jailer: He actually went on a blind date with the leader of the Demon Cult at the beginn

Chapter 461 Qiluo’s poem shocked the whole house! Li Nuo arrogantly said that he would not compose poetry, but once he composed it, the poems would fall apart!

This young master from the Zhao family had his face red and swollen from being slapped, and half of his teeth were knocked out. He was so sharp-tongued and aggressive.

Li Nuo felt a little emotional.

Who was the last person to remember the pain but not the pain?

It seems like the Western Chu Dynasty exploring the flowers and Li Henshan.

But Li Nuo really didn't expect that after he disguised himself, someone would come to the class to do something.

This Zhao Mozhi is the legitimate son of Zhao Quan, the governor of Jiangnan East Province...

Li Nuo immediately recalled the information given by [Qingfeng Tower] and the Ministry of Officials in his mind.

Don’t fight an uncertain battle.

Before going south, of course he made several preparations.

[Qingfeng Tower] learned that Zhao Quan intended for his son to marry Nangong Shehu's youngest daughter, Nangong Hubo.

Who is Nangong shooting tiger?

It's Nangong Ziyu's father!

Although he is not a direct descendant of Nangong, he still holds military power. He is currently serving as the Commander-in-Chief of the Jiangnan Navy and is a fourth-grade military general!

But what’s interesting is that Nangong Hubo was deeply impressed by his father’s true heritage. He didn’t like red makeup and preferred weapons, so he didn’t like weak scholars. Later, he met Lu Yihong, the leader of the Cao Gang, and secretly promised...

It was for this reason that Lu Yihong delegated the power of the Cao Gang to his deputy, while he himself went to Luoyang and became Li Nuo's housekeeper with peace of mind.

He is just a warrior in the world, how can he refer to a woman from an aristocratic family?

Li Nuo slowly came up with an idea.

Is it possible to do something here?

Beat the little one to death, then lure out the big one and force him to submit...

Hey.

This time when he entered Yingtian in disguise, in addition to looking for fake paintings, his other purpose was to find a person from the governor.

Governor Zhao has a capable man under his command who is a barbarian from the Wu tribe and is very familiar with Wushan.

Since we were going to pacify Southern Xinjiang this time, we naturally had to take a trip to Wushan next door.

It will soon be the second day of February!

He has not forgotten his promise to Zi Yuan.

So, let’s start with this kid.

Li Nuo made up his mind and laughed loudly: "Mr. Zhao, you are so dissolute and flirting with women everywhere. Does your father know?"

Zhao Mozhi's face changed slightly, but he still said stubbornly: "You don't have to be romantic to waste your youth. I just follow the scholarly customs. What's more, those women are all willing to throw themselves into their arms, but I have never forced them. People. As the saying goes, food, sex, and sex are the same. If a man loves a woman, what's wrong with that?"

Really sharp-tongued.

He is still several steps away from the [Fifth-grade Argument Realm], and this sophistry technique is so powerful.

Li Nuoyi pointed out: "Disrespectful, I see. But I heard that your father is going to marry Miss Hubo from the Nangong family. You are still so unrestrained and unrestrained. Aren't you afraid that the Nangong family won't like it?"

"How do you know this? Who are you?"

Zhao Mozhi suddenly panicked.

Marriage with the Nangong family is the top priority. His father also warned him, asking him to restrain himself in the recent days and wait until he married Nangong Hubo.

However, this marriage is still at the stage of mutual testing between the two families. How do others know this clearly?

Li Nuo's peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at the red lady disguised as a man again.

He wondered why the red lady came to Yingtian Mansion.

He remembered the true identity of the Red Lady!

Although the Red Lady is a daughter of the world, her husband was killed by a demon cultivator nine years ago, and she was rescued by Ren Tianxing. Later, it became a very bloody thing. Over time, I became in love and committed myself to each other.

But in the final analysis, she is still a woman from a noble family, just an illegitimate daughter, so she is not recognized by the noble family.

And the family she belongs to is the Nangong family!

In terms of blood relationship, Nangong Ziyu should call her little aunt.

So the Red Lady came here disguised as a woman to check on her niece Nangong Hubo?

There is only one reason that can explain it.

"I won't bother you with my personal affairs. Don't change the subject, just return to the Plum Garden Poetry Society."

Zhao Mozhi also reacted. How could he be pinched by someone's nose?

Li Nuo said helplessly: "Do you really want me to write a poem?"

"Hmph! Everyone who enters the Winter Snow Plum Garden must recite a poem. This is the rule of the Plum Garden Poetry Club. If you don't do it, then please leave. You are not welcome here!"

Zhao Mozhi snorted contemptuously. Although the method of stimulating generals was clumsy, it was very effective. After all, no matter which man he is, he loves to save face.

The other talented scholars also nodded frequently, deeply agreeing.

This is indeed the traditional rule of the Meiyuan Poetry Society.

Seeing Li Nuo's hesitation, the red lady showed her kindness and said: "This young master, whether it is five words or seven rhymes, whether it is lyrics, music or prose, it only needs to fit the situation and the scene."

The corner of Zhao Mozhi's mouth evoked a strong sense of ridicule: "Isn't the young master known as the 'White Plum Hero'? How about a poem about plum blossoms?"

White plum?

Li Nuo suddenly realized.

White plum, white eyebrow, stupidly can’t tell the difference.

This nickname of mine seems to be somewhat ambiguous.

But forget it, white plums will be white plums.

He glanced at the plum blossoms a few times and said, "No, I can't compose poetry..."

"Hahaha, it turns out he is just a fake person."

"Ah, there is no ink in the stomach, how can I pretend to be talented? I just tried it casually and found out that I am just a fool."

Zhao Mozhi's followers immediately laughed with disdain.

Zhao Mozhi finally felt that he could vent his anger and felt proud: "Hahaha, it turns out he is a worthless waste. In this case, please ask this young master to take your maid and get out of Meiyuan. So as not to stain our eyes.”

"Uncle! Why did you admit defeat before you even wrote a poem? Didn't you write many poems related to snow when you were in Chang'an? It fits this theme very well!"

Seeing everyone's ridicule, Qiluo became anxious and immediately stepped forward to remind him in a low voice.

She thought that Li Nuo had no inspiration for a while, and that didn't matter. The poems he had written before could also be used, and there were no regulations anyway.

However, Li Nuo was too calm and turned a deaf ear to these ridicules.

Qiluo took a deep breath, stood on her head with her willow eyebrows, and immediately started to fight: "Why are you laughing? My young master is very powerful, so he won't be the same as you!"

"If you can't compose poetry, you just can't. Is it that difficult to admit it?"

Zhao Mozhi showed disdain and fired back.

"Humph, who says it can't be done? I can compose a song now!"

Qiluo also turned red with anger, and immediately defended Li Nuo's face. She said arrogantly, "You polite scum, please listen to me!"

"Come on, I'm all ears!"

Zhao Mozhi smiled contemptuously.

The atmosphere on the court instantly became quiet.

Just wait and see the performance of this girl who is both rough and playful.

Li Nuo was also a little curious.

Is this stinky girl just showing off, or did she secretly learn to compose poetry?

Seeing the look in her uncle's eyes, Qiluo puffed up her chest and seemed to be more confident.

She paced back and forth on the snow in the plum garden, pretending to be contemplating her talents, but in fact she was looking for something.

After all, the poem she was thinking about had to have a reference!

In a corner of the plum garden, there is a Chinese pastoral dog tied up to guard the home...

But one dog is not enough!

What should I do?

Qiluo wrinkled her face...

Zhao Mozhi saw that he was still dilly-dallying, as if he was deliberately stalling for time, so he immediately scolded: "What? It's been almost half a quarter of an hour, and you still can't figure it out?"

Qiluo glanced at Zhao Mozhi, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "By the way. What's your name? Zhao Mozhi?"

"It is also!"

"Is it the 'mo' of black soil, or the 'mo' of black dog?"

Qiluo asked with a smile.

hey-hey.

No matter which one it is, it seems to be related to that poem.

"You're a girl, can you speak? It's an insult to elegance, it's an insult to elegance! This is the 'silence' of 'silence is golden'!"

Zhao Mozhi was extremely angry!

"Hmph, do you care? This girl has started composing a poem. Why don't you prick up your ears and listen carefully?"

Qiluo snorted proudly.

Li Nuo felt a thump in his heart and secretly thought it was not good.

This girl definitely wants to recite that limerick...

But it was too late for him to stop it.

Qiluo chanted loudly: "Listen to this girl... Jiangshan is the same!"

The country is an abstraction?

Everyone was stunned.

Although this sentence is straightforward and lacks rhetoric, it has a strong momentum.

The plum garden is surrounded by white snow. Isn’t it the beauty of the great country?

This sentence is okay!

I really can't tell that this little girl with extremely despicable and cruel methods has some ink in her belly.

Everyone immediately listened attentively, vaguely looking forward to this poem...

When Qiluo saw this, she felt extremely proud!

My uncle's poems are so great. This is just the first sentence, and it scares everyone!

Then keep up your efforts and speak out amazingly!

She turned around gracefully, took a step forward, pointed to a well next to the pavilion, and said the second sentence: "There is a hole in the well!"

? ? ?

Um?

Everyone looked confused.

How is this style of painting...

What a big change!

It caught people off guard.

The first sentence is still a country, but the second sentence directly becomes a well?

This is too...

It was as if there was a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in my throat, not going up or down, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

However, we can tell from these two sentences that this poem is about a snowy scene, so there is no deviation from the topic.

But, how can Houque turn around and end the situation strongly?

No one can think of it.

But this level of anticipation has also been raised to another level.

"A black dog is white on his body, but a white dog is swollen on his body!"

Qiluo shook her head and continued to recite poems. At the same time, she pointed at Zhao Mozhi and the dog who was guarding the house.

Ah, this...

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. However, out of the corner of his eye, he still caught a glimpse of Zhao Mozhi, who had a black face.

Zhao Mozhi was wearing a silver Confucian shirt, and because he was standing in the pavilion, his shoulders and scarf were covered with snowflakes. As for the white dog, he was playing in the snow and was covered in snowflakes.

This is really a special... fitting moment!

Zhao Mozhi trembled all over.

I want to shout "It's my mother's fault"! But my throat was very dry, and I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

"Everyone, is the poem "Little Girl" still suitable for the occasion?

Seeing no applause or scolding, Qiluo hurriedly explained, "This is about snow, saying that snow is very white, and no matter what it covers, it will turn white. Well, that's what it means..."

Well, this explanation is so feeble...

However, she only has such literary talent, so it would be great if she could explain things clearly.

Poof!

In the end, the red lady couldn't hold it back, so she covered her mouth and laughed: "Pfft haha... The country is general, the well is full of holes, the black dog is white, the white dog is swollen. Little girl, your poem is indeed very suitable for the occasion haha …”

Where did this girl come from? This hurtful mouth is so powerful!

Zhao Mozhi, Zhao Mozhi, you will definitely have a place in the Confucian Academy from now on!

"Hehe, no prizes, no prizes! So this girl has passed the test? Is she qualified to participate in your poetry meeting?"

Qiluo also made a gesture of holding her children, and said humbly.

Hum, it's very easy to participate in the poetry meeting. It seems that this girl also has the potential to become a Confucian scholar.

Hmm... When I get back, I will ask my uncle to teach me a few more poems. Hehe, I will save them for later use, so that I can continue to show my saints in front of people in the future!

She, Qiluo, wants to prove to the world that she can not only wield a sword, but also be a great talent in the future!

Unparalleled in talent and appearance!

Li Nuo rubbed his temples and felt a headache.

This limerick was naturally inspired by his feelings when he saw heavy snow falling in Chang'an.

I didn't expect that this girl would listen.

However, this girl was very clever and changed the "yellow dog" to "black dog" at the right moment.

Zhao Mozhi.

If the word "mo" is separated, wouldn't it mean a black dog?

This girl's way of hurting others by pointing fingers and scolding them was so incredible that even he didn't think of it.

And as the red lady's laughter rang out, the others finally couldn't hold it in and started laughing.

Zhao Mozhi was really nailed to the pillar of shame this time, and it was done in such a weird way by a little maid.

Shame...

but!

A man can stretch and bend!

Zhao Mozhi gritted his teeth and said, "You have passed the test! But Mr. Baimei, you haven't composed a poem yet! But Mr. Baimei is the master of this girl's family. His knowledge should not only be able to write such limericks, right?" "

"Yes, since he is known as the White Plum Blossom Hero, he should be able to write poems about plum blossoms, right? This is a plum garden, and it is a snowy scene. Why not write a poem about snow and plum blossoms, which will open our eyes."

"That's right, it's true. I heard that Hero Baimei is a scholar from the north. Why don't we open our eyes as students from the south?"

Everyone expressed their support to Li Nuo.

Li Nuo said neither happy nor sad: "Didn't I say before that I can't compose poetry?"

The red lady suddenly felt that this person looked familiar, but she couldn't tell where she had seen him before.

But if a maid can play tricks on Zhao Mozhi, then the master must also be capable.

Most people really can't write a limerick that fits the occasion.

And that was just done by a maid.

It can be seen that this Mr. Baimei must also be a talented person who has read poetry and books.

But why refuse... Is there something unspeakable?

She then said, "Master, please tell me clearly, why can't you do it?"

Li Nuo sighed: "Hey, I'm afraid that once I write a poem, the Meiyuan Poetry Club will not be able to continue."

Damn it!

So arrogant!

So arrogant!

And even the red lady felt a little harsh when she heard these words.

This is not taking everyone present seriously.

Where did this madness come from!

Zhao Mozhi sneered: "Mr. Baimei, you don't think you are the prince and grand master Li Zian, do you? People write poems at random, and their poems are all top-notch, even war poems! But there is only one Li Zian in the world. Wenquxing has already exhausted his literary energy, so there won’t be another Poet Immortal, right?”

"I don't want to be a Poet Immortal. But if I write a poem and beat people like you, well, I count, I should be able to beat three to five hundred..."

Li Nuo arrogantly... raised his fingers.

"Hahaha, today is very lively..."

An old man in a white robe and a Confucian shirt walked in with an angry smile.

Seeing this, the students of Meiyuan bowed and shouted: "Master Yao is well."

"Today I can witness the elegance of the Plum Blossom Master, I am not alone!"

"Chief Yao Shan is finally here!"

The person who came was none other than Yao Guangzong, the mountain chief of Suiyang Academy.

After Du Yan was transferred by the imperial court to be the Minister of Rites, he took over as the mountain chief of Suiyang Academy.

This fourth-grade scholar was a good poet and loved plum blossoms. Therefore, he and Wang Yangming, a native of Baimei Mountain, were collectively known as the "Sage of Two Plum Blossoms" in Dayin.

Of course, among the scholars, everyone also wanted to see a winner between the two.

It's just that neither of them took it seriously.

After all, they are all old foxes, their minds are as clear as a mirror, and they know that no one can afford to lose.

Therefore, a tie is the best outcome.

Yao Guangzong stroked his white beard and said, "I heard that once someone published a poem, the entire Meiyuan Poetry Society was overshadowed? I wonder which bachelor it is?"

Yao Guangzong glanced at him, his eyes shining brightly.

Who dares to be so arrogant in his territory?

And it’s a poem about Xuemei!

Even if Wang Yangming comes, he is not vain!

"I didn't expect Yao Shan's long ears to be so strong. Yes, it's exactly what Xiaosheng said."

Is this Yao Guangzong as famous as Master Wang?

Then don't blame him for being rude!

After all, Wang Yangming is one of our own!

As for this old guy, he'd better go to bed...