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"Wouldn't she also want to join in the fun and go to compete with those people for poetry? How decent is this?"

"Probably not. Although she can compose poems, she hasn't reached the level of competing with others."

On the other side, Nie Xiaoqian was also a little puzzled, and couldn't help but walk up to Gu Ming and asked, "Gu Lang, what's the matter with Mrs. Su? You won't cause trouble on purpose, will you?"

"It's okay, it shouldn't cause trouble." Gu Ming smiled and said.

He still understands Su Ling's personality to some extent. He thinks he can't see the arrogance of Dongfang Shuibai and others, but he won't go forward to argue. Let's wait and see what happens before talking.

As soon as Su Ling passed by, not to mention Fang Tangjing, even Dongfang Bubai couldn't help but sit upright, waving his folding fan lightly, looking like a handsome young man.

No matter what, you can't be rude, right?

Hearing Su Ling's question, Fang Tangjing cleared his throat and nodded with a smile: "That's right! Could it be that Mrs. Su is also interested in writing a masterpiece?"

Su Ling didn't answer directly, but glanced at the three scholars and said with a smile: "No wonder, these three are like roosters who have been defeated in a fight, presumably they were criticized by Mr. Dongfang?"

"Hahaha, Mrs. Su is really funny!"

Fang Tangjing couldn't help laughing cheerfully.

Dongfang Bubai said with a humble face: "I can't talk about criticism, just a few pointers."

The three scholars were even more ashamed and uneasy. They answered no, and they didn't answer no. They wished they could find a seam to hide

Chapter 81 Do you fight poetry?very elegant

Afterwards, Su Ling glanced at Dongfang Bubai again and said, "I heard that Mr. Dongfang is one of the four young talents in the south of the Yangtze River. My concubine just happened to write a poem. I would like to ask Mr. Dongfang for advice."

Dongfang Bubai's attitude was a little different this time, and he was quite elegant.

"Hehe, Mrs. Su has won the prize, but it's not a matter of giving advice."

"This person is cheap! When he sees a beauty, he praises her, and others just point him out."

On the other side, He Yongliang couldn't help but complain.

After all, he is also a scholar in Guobei County, so it is inevitable that he will feel a sense of common hatred.

After complaining, his eyes couldn't help turning, and he immediately took it to heart.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Su to also like poetry and songs. Why don't you sing it now to open everyone's eyes?"

Fang Tangjing shook his folding fan with an expectant expression.

"Madam Su, please!"

Dongfang Bubai also followed suit.

"Hmm..." Su Ling cleared her throat, and began to chant:

"If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan"

As soon as he chanted, he shocked many people in the courtyard.

"Master Zeng, you actually said that your daughter-in-law is not good at reciting poems and composing Fu?"

"That's right, I'm afraid that even the old man can't write the beautiful lines that your daughter-in-law recited," Zheng Juren sighed sincerely.

At this time, Zeng Tiancheng also had a look of surprise.

He knew very well what level his daughter-in-law was at. It was true that there was no problem in writing poems and prose, but her level was very average.

What is the situation now?

At the same time, Nie Xiaoqian glanced at Gu Ming strangely: "You should have written this poem for her, right?"

"Yes!" Gu Ming subconsciously nodded with a smile, then suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, I didn't write it to her, it was the text used to set up a stall before, and she picked it up."

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but stroked her lips and smiled delicately: "Why are you nervous? I'm just asking."

She's not a jealous woman, but that doesn't mean she won't.

Occasionally, I still sip a little vinegar, which is also a kind of small sentiment among lovers.

"Okay, that's great. I never expected Mrs. Su to be so talented. Xiaosheng admires it from the bottom of my heart!"

Fu Changsheng clapped his hands excitedly.

After all, after holding back for so long, now I can finally feel elated.

Su Ling smiled, and asked Dongfang Bubai, who was a little startled, "Master Dongfang, what do you think of this poem?"

"hmm"

Dongfang Bubai pretended to ponder, and patted the folding fan lightly.

Fang Tangjing couldn't help but glance at Dongfang Bubai, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"good!"

Dongfang Bubai finally spoke vaguely.

In fact, there was some shock in my heart.

Before, I thought that there were no talents in this little Guobei County, but who would have thought that a woman could recite such beautiful lines?

In the end, Su Ling refused to let go: "It's just okay? You really deserve to be called the Four Young Talents in the South of the Yangtze River.

It's rare for Mr. Dongfang to come to our Guobei County, so why don't you compose a song on the spot, so how about opening the eyes of those of us in small places? "

This remark was obviously a retort.

Dongfang Bubai's complexion changed slightly, as if a little unhappy.

However, it doesn't happen well.

Fang Tangjing frowned, and subconsciously glanced at Dongfang Bubai.

He could guess Dongfang Bubai's thoughts.

Before changing it, he wished Dongfang would not chant a song for nothing.

But now I'm afraid it's a little more difficult.

After all, pearls and jade come first.

If the poem he recited was not as good as the one Su Ling recited, wouldn't he be slapped in the face?

With such an idea, Fang Tangjing couldn't help but had an idea, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Su, poetry and prose should pay attention to an atmosphere and inspiration.

Mr. Dongfang is exhausted all the way, I'm afraid he won't be in the mood to compose poems."

After all, isn't it just stage fright?

At this time, Gu Ming came over.

After all, it was the first day that the Poetry and Painting Club officially opened, and he didn't want to make too much noise.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked over, Fang Tangjing seemed eager to change the subject or focus of other people's attention, and turned his finger on Gu Ming.

"I heard from Chang Sheng that Gu Sheng is a well-known talent in Guobei County, and he also runs this poetry and painting club, so he must be called a master of both poetry and painting?"

"Young Master Fang is laughing at you. Xiaosheng manages this calligraphy, painting and poetry business for the sake of making a living."

The more he said that, Fang Tangjing became more excited.

"No, no, no, you are too modest. How can you say that you are also a scholar. Today, the Poetry and Painting Club opened, and everyone came to support it with good intentions. As the host, you have to show your hand, so that everyone can see it, right? "

"Young Master Fang is right"

Su Ling stepped forward to encourage him as if he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"Young Master Dongfang is a well-known talent in the south of the Yangtze River. This is a rare opportunity."

"Mrs. Su, don't you want it?"

Gu Ming had a helpless tone.

This is like asking him to compare his strength with a kindergarten kid, there is no suspense at all, what is the comparison?

At this time, Nie Xiaoqian subconsciously walked to Gu Ming's side.

Although he didn't speak, the soft eyes said everything.

The silence speaks.

It seems that it is really necessary to chant a song to suppress the field, so as to combat the opponent's arrogance.

"Let Xiaosheng come!"

Suddenly there was a loud roar in the courtyard.

I saw that He Yongliangxiong strode over with great strides.

What is this guy doing?Su Ling was a little surprised.

"I am not talented, I would like to learn a thing or two from Mr. Dongfang Bubai!"

He Yongliang shouted coaxingly.

The word "asking for advice" is very particular, and it almost means provocation.

Dongfang is not in vain. He is a lofty and arrogant person. How can he stand such a bird?

Do you dare to ask for advice on your own?

So, with a cold face, he shouted, "Who are you?"

"It's easy to say, Xiaosheng is an unknown scholar in Guobei County, not as well-known in the south of the Yangtze River as Young Master Dongfang."

This is a bit of an insinuation.

Dongfang didn't understand why he couldn't understand the meaning of the words, his face sank, and he was about to lose his temper, but unexpectedly He Yongliang took the lead and chanted loudly:

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and blows down, stars are like rain"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Gu Ming was speechless.

This kid stole the limelight for a long time, did he steal the poem that was mounted in the store?

Su Ling kept on laughing.

Because what she recited was also what Gu Ming wrote before.

After He Yongliang finished singing, Dongfang Bubai froze on the spot, his face constantly changing.

He had to admit that this poem was far better than what he had written.

"Young Master Dongfang, Young Master Fang, you two are great talents from the Gusu Mansion, can you comment on this poem?"

He Yongliang triumphantly glanced at Dongfang Bubai and the other two.

"This"

Dongfang Bu frowned, saying yes or no, saying no or no.

Say yes, isn't it a slap in the face?

It's not good, what's wrong with it?He couldn't give a reason at all.

At this time, Su Ling said in time: "Leping, you are too shameless. This is clearly written by Gu Xiucai. How did it become yours?"

He Yongliang said cheerfully: "To each other, isn't the poem that Mrs. Su sang before also written by Xing? Besides, Xiaosheng didn't say that this poem was written by Xiaosheng."

The two sang together, but it was like a thunderbolt, which stunned Dongfang Bubai, Fang Tangjing and others.

"Hahaha, good words, good words!"

In the courtyard, there was a burst of hearty laughter suddenly.

Hearing this familiar voice, Gu Ming subconsciously glanced at the gate of the courtyard.

Sure enough, the person who came was an acquaintance: Chen Zibai.

Accompanying him were Nie Hongshu, an imposing old man in green clothes, and three attendants.

"I have seen Master Chen!"

"I've seen Master Nie!"

All the squires in the courtyard came forward to salute one after another.

Gu Ming came back to his senses, and immediately stepped forward side by side with Nie Xiaoqian to salute.

"Hehe, you don't have to be polite"