How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

Facing Sheng Yiren's complicated eyes, Xie Chengze raised his head confidently, "What's wrong!"

"Hmm..." Sheng Yiren was silent for a moment, "Nothing, I just suddenly don't feel like writing anymore."

Even when she was just copying a copy, she felt her heart choking and her hands shaking.

In the end, Sheng Yiren gritted her teeth and copied a copy. After she finished, she wanted to wash her hands immediately, trying to convince herself that she had never seen this poem before.

As the ladies finished writing their poems, the papers with the ink and brush strokes were sent to the male guests and posted on a wooden board. The host read them out one by one, and the men then tasted and appreciated the calligraphy.

Bian Yangchun got the first poem and after reading it, his eyes lit up and he read aloud, "This is poem number one—"

"The slender flowers are like branches that reach the sky, trying to compare their height with the blue sky.

Not afraid of wind and frost invading my proud bones, not afraid of rain and snow wetting my clothes.

Climb to the top with lofty ambitions and travel everywhere with heroic spirit.

Don’t say women are inferior to men, women can also surpass men! "

After the words fell, the male guests who were listening to the poem lowered their voices a little and looked at each other in surprise. This poem fully expressed the host's lofty sentiments and ambitions, and the words used were also brilliant, but...

Don’t say women are inferior to men?

What was he trying to do? To compete with these men who cultivated themselves, managed their families, governed their country, and brought peace to the world? It was too arrogant.

Some people were disdainful, while others admired it. Making friends through poetry was originally for the purpose of finding people with similar ideas. Some men who agreed with this poem secretly memorized poem No. 1, wanting to meet this woman with lofty ambitions.

Some people also want to see what kind of foolish and arrogant woman the other person is, and pour some cold water on her to make her sober up.

However, what they didn't expect was that the next poem was full of women's ambition and refusal to accept. They asked why there was no place for women to stand on the road to the top, why there were thorns blocking the women's feet, and expressed their ambition to compete with the gods. They even praised the wise move of the current regent to open a women's school, which made the male guests present dumbfounded.

Is the female guest crazy?

The original title was "Climbing the Heights" because I thought that the mountain of Hanshan Temple was not low, and it was considered a high place for delicate women. In previous years, the titles used were peach blossoms, plum blossoms, or wind and moon, which really had nothing new to offer, so I decided to change the title to this one.

The male guests can also use this poem to talk about their ambitions and show their talent and charm during the meeting.

But they never expected that they would give it such profound poetic meaning and read it to them, the men.

"This is outrageous. What are they going to do?"

"What does this women's school mean? Will women be able to go to school in the future?"

"I guess they are going to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting. They don't think they have to learn the Four Books and Five Classics like us, do they?"

"Hahaha, that's really a wild idea! Wouldn't it be better for you to be a noble lady? Why do you have to suffer with us? Not everyone can persist in studying."

Most of the male guests just laughed it off and didn't take it to heart.

They were a little tired of listening to these poems, so they randomly picked a poem with nice calligraphy and began to think about what they should say to each other when they met to wake each other up. At this moment, a love poem came out of nowhere, and everyone's heads were buzzing and they were unable to open their mouths.

“This is poem number twenty-three.”

"The orioles are singing on the island in the river. The handsome man is my ideal match.

The water chestnuts are in all shapes and sizes, flowing around. The handsome man is sought day and night.

poo.Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.

The water chestnuts are in all shapes and sizes, and I pick them from left and right. The handsome man is imprisoned in a cage and is his friend.

The uneven water chestnuts are picked left and right. The handsome man is whipped for fun.

Everyone:? ? ?

Not to mention that this poem is off topic, what the hell are cages and whippings?

Are you really that perverted? Are you here to find a lover?

In the teahouse, Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a helpless yet doting smile in his eyes.

Such an alternative and speechless poem could probably only be written by Xie Chengze.

However, this handsome man should be referring to him, right? After all, Xie Chengze likes to call him Shen Lang when he is in a good mood, and he is the person who is most familiar with Xie Chengze. Only by writing a special poem can he lead him to "meet" under the peach tree and avoid being beaten by others.

"Could this be... a poem written by His Highness?" Zhu Xiaobiao at the side opened his eyes wide and asked in a low voice.

Such a perverted display of "love", worthy of his Highness!

But... "Who do you want to imprison and whip, Your Highness?"

Shen Yuan was in a good mood and was ready to hear his name from Zhu Xiaobiao. Then he saw Zhu Xiaobiao holding his chin in deep thought and muttering, "Could it be the second son of the Su family?"

Not to mention that His Highness does have a good relationship with the second son of the Su family. Now Su Qinghe is "imprisoned" in the Tianshi Division and the Ministry of Works and is not allowed to leave the palace. But Su Qinghe is still willing and cheerful, which is particularly appropriate for this "cage" and "friendship".

But this whipping... Zhu Xiaobiao couldn't help but turn his head and ask Jingze humbly, "Jingze, although this caged Youzhi fits the second son of the Su family, this whipping doesn't quite fit. Did I guess the wrong person?"

Jing Ze took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Your thinking is too narrow. What if he is talking about more than just one person?"

Shen Yuan on the side:?

It was an idea he had never thought of.

Zhu Xiaobiao slapped his chin in sudden realization, "That's right! Your Highness is a prince, how could there be only one person around him!"

"Whip, whip... Let me think about who His Highness has whipped, and who was happy about it..." Zhu Xiaobiao tried hard to move his little head, and suddenly his face became shy, "Huh? It seems that His Highness has whipped me?"

Still remembering that on the second day after they first met, His Highness kicked him so far away... and he was so happy at that time!

Jing Ze rubbed his brows lightly, somewhat helplessly, "Sir, don't force it."

Ouyang Jiu also teased, "That's right, you and His Highness look exactly the same."

Zhu Xiaobiao looked at Ouyang Jiu in confusion.

What do you mean by the same person? How can he compare with the incomparable His Highness?

"If it's not me, then who is it?" Zhu Xiaobiao began to read out the names while counting on his fingers. There was the handsome scholar he met in Yizhou, the handsome soldier he met in the army, and even the first and second in command. Finally, he suddenly remembered something and said with sudden enlightenment, "Oh, I almost forgot about those two people!"

Shen Yuan already knew who he was going to talk about.

And he didn't want to hear these two names at all.

So he spoke calmly, interrupting the conversation, "He hit me."

"Yes, maybe His Highness has beaten Wuhen and Wuji, ah, ah?" Zhu Xiaobiao nodded fiercely, and suddenly reacted. He turned his head sharply and said in shock, "Sir Shen, when did His Highness beat you?!"

Why didn't he know? !

Shen Yuan took a sip of tea with an indifferent expression.

Xie Chengze certainly didn't beat him.

But he pinched him, kicked him, and rode him.