After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

Yan Xiuyu's eyes fell on Murong Mo.

At this moment, a young man in light blue clothes opposite them spoke.

"I don't know which family the two young masters are from? Is it the one who rents the courtyard in the southwest corner? Why hasn't Jiangnan heard of your names?"

Murong Mo and Yan Xiuyu immediately looked up at the man who spoke.

I saw that the man had a good appearance, a standard Chinese character face, looked at them with scrutiny in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Murong Mo sized him up, and replied lightly: "It's just doing some business, so I came to Jiangnan to stay for a while. My name is Mu Yu, and this is my cousin Rong Yu."

He and his master had colluded to make a confession before they came, and now the answer is fluent.

Seeing that the two of them were chatting passionately, the others also began to communicate slowly. When they heard Murong Mo's eloquent talk, they must have seen a lot of things in the world.

There are also calculations in everyone's mind.

Not long after, a middle-aged man walked in from the outside, dressed in a moon-white robe, followed by quite a few servants. Seeing this, those talented men immediately stood up and saluted him respectfully.

"Hello, Mr. Xia."

The man has a kind and kind appearance, but he looks very dignified. This is a famous Juren master in the south of the Yangtze River.

The "Kirin Academy" he founded is also extremely famous in all directions. Many scholars and Jinshi come from there, and dignitaries are also keen to entrust their children to the Kirin Academy.

It is said that he is Xia Juren, and he is also Academician Xia. He has a very wide network of contacts, and many people in the officialdom want to give him some face.

Murong Mo and Yan Xiuyu took a look, but didn't get up.

They were inconspicuous among the crowd, and most of them were literati blocking Xia Juren's way, trying to gain a sense of presence in front of that person and make a good impression.

After all, this is one of the purposes of their coming to this party.

"Everyone sit down first, let Xia Juren sit down in front, and discuss poetry with you later, don't worry about it for a while now." The housekeeper who led the way said with a smile.

Seeing Xia Juren's brows slightly frowned, those talented scholars felt that they seemed to be in a hurry to please them, so they quickly retreated, and returned to their original table awkwardly.

Murong Mo took out the fruits brought by the servants, peeled an orange and handed it to Yan Xiuyu, and whispered in his ear:

"Master, you can't drink alcohol. Let's have some fruit snacks first. If you think this banquet is really boring, tell the disciples as soon as possible. Let's leave here as soon as possible."

In Murong Mo's eyes, those talents and beauties are not in his eyes, he only cares about whether Yan Xiuyu is having a good time.

As a result, after a long time, he saw that those talented people were not complimenting each other, or they were all kinds of "people", and felt that it was boring and boring.

Scholars, on the other hand, have a sour aura, flattery and flattery are no different from villains, most of them don't have the spirit of scholarly business, and it's hard to find a few people with noble temperament in the field.

"Don't you think it's not fun here?" Yan Xiuyu was puzzled, and noticed the different gaze.

He looked into the distance, and saw the girls on the attic secretly watching them, with different expressions, some covering their mouths and laughing, and some staring blankly at a certain man.

He couldn't help smiling, and took advantage of the opportunity to eat the orange that Murong Mo handed to his mouth, and pressed his hand, "It's all here, it's not bad to see the customs of the world."

Murong Mo followed his line of sight and landed not far away, pursed his lips slightly, feeling sullen in his heart.

Master not only visited the brothel, but also learned to look at those ugly women!

Yan Xiuyu didn't know what Murong Mo was thinking, his phoenix eyes fell on that Xia Juren, this mortal Juren seems to have a high status?

Murong Mo didn't bother to pay attention to those people, their behavior of eating, drinking and ignoring others caught Lin Yanci's attention.

In the attic, she looked at the two people below, thinking that this is the real dignitary, she didn't even look at Xia Juren.

Moreover, her gestures are elegant, but she saw that Mu Yu was serving his "cousin". Could it be that that person's status is higher than his?

Her eyes darkened, and she called the maids beside her, and asked those girls to take a good look at Yan Xiuyu.

Yan Xiuyu didn't know that she was also being targeted.

Now that Xia Juren actually proposed to write a poem about autumn?

Although it is a voluntary principle, those wits spontaneously said one by one, and it was almost their turn.

Wouldn't it be too eye-catching for them not to talk about poetry, and it might make people feel that they are slapping Juren in the face.

Seeing that one person took turns like this, Xia Juren nodded and made a few points when he heard many talented people speak well.

When he heard the poem written by the gifted scholar in Tsing Yi, the corner of his mouth curled up.

"These days, it seems that Qingshu has not neglected his studies, and he is indeed one of the most proud students of Qilin Academy."

Xia Juren stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction.

"If you continue to study like this, you will be expected to be among the top [-] Jinshi in the next imperial examination."

The man in Tsing Yi who was praised was named Xu Qingshu, he was overjoyed to hear the words, but his face was humble.

"Where is it? It's the mistery of Mr. Qingshu, who has little talent and learning, and still needs to work hard."

Xia Juren's expression became more satisfied when he heard this sentence. Qilin Academy is famous for its annual imperial examinations. Although the number of scholars and scholars among them is not as high as that of the academy in the capital, it can be said to be the only one in the south of the Yangtze River. .

The corners of Yan Xiuyu's mouth were slightly stiff, because after this man sat down, he was the next one...

Let's show him some face...

With that in mind, he stood up slowly.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on his face, without him, Yan Xiuyu was too eye-catching, her demeanor was cold and unattainable, just standing there quietly without making a sound, she was out of tune with everything around her, he With a mask on his face, it adds a bit of mystery.

This young man was someone they hadn't heard of in Jiangnan, and Murong Mo's introduction to him just now was just a "cousin" summary.

"Since you are all so interested, I will write a poem as well." Yan Xiuyu's voice was clear and cold like pearls falling.

"Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers? A layer of ice and snow is devastated. A sparse tree is cold at five o'clock. Love him and the bright moon is good, and haggard is also related. Most of all, after the silk shakes, turn to teach people to recall the spring mountain. The dream of the skirt responds intermittently. Difficult. No matter how much the west wind hates it, it won’t let the eyebrows go away.”

The ups and downs of the voice carried a slight sense of desolation, and the historical background came from the surface.

Following the words and sentences he uttered, a picture seemed to appear in everyone's minds, the willow catkins and poplar flowers were destroyed by thick ice and snow, the willow trees were cold and desolate in the cold night, and a person was recalling the old man back then, with his brows tightly frowned , endless sorrow.

Yan Xiuyu's tutors all graduated from top universities. Although the education he received was family-style, it was not bad, and even made him more outstanding.

Everyone who heard this poem was not only stunned, even Xia Juren put down the teacup in his hand.

It took a long time for the sentence "Okay!" to break the silence.

"I didn't expect Mr. Rongyu to have such a deep literary foundation. It's really beyond human beings."

Just now Xu Qing Shuben was complacent about his poems, but now he can't help but be impressed by Yan Xiuyu.

"This is Mr. Rongyu. He just came to Jiangnan. I heard that he came from the capital."

The servant next to him whispered a few words beside Xia Juren, and had inquired about these people before coming.

That Xia Juren's eyes lit up, came from the capital?

No wonder, looking at this literary talent and the attire on his body, he is a noble son, and he must be a dignitary in the capital who came here to play.

Xia Juren also knew some government affairs and had relationships with many people in the officialdom, so naturally he could discern a bit of his cool and cool temperament.

"Young Master Rong, right? This poem sounds very good. I'm afraid even the old man can't compose such a beautiful sentence. It can be seen that the young master is extremely talented in writing it in such a short period of time."

He stroked his beard and couldn't help but praise him a few times, even the disciples under him couldn't help nodding.

In all fairness, I am afraid that none of the gifted scholars present could write better poems than this.

Murong Mo's eyes darkened. He didn't like the way these people stared at Shizun, so he pulled Shizun's sleeve and asked him to sit down and talk.

Soon after arriving at Murong Mo, he uttered an ancient poem casually, and then sat down. Now his mind is completely on Yan Xiuyu, and he seems quite well-behaved.

Xia Juren thought that this person was also from the capital, and praised him a few times.

His poem is also good, but Yan Xiuyu's pearls are in front, and the rest are a bit boring.

Even Xia Juren was reminiscing about Yan Xiuyu's ancient poem, and asked the boy to write it down in his notebook.

"Master, why don't we go back earlier today, it's really boring here."

Murong Mo's eyebrows were lowered, a little angry, those men are secretly looking at Master now, they simply don't know how to be polite!

The master is his, but now even the women in the attic have many eyes on Yan Xiuyu, how can he not be jealous?

Yan Xiuyu raised her brows to look at him, her phoenix eyes were smiling, and she couldn't help but grab his hand under the table to comfort her, "What? Are you jealous?"

Murong Mo was jealous, lowered his voice, and said in a muffled voice:

"Master is so radiant, so attractive, those people's eyes are almost glued to you, what do you think the apprentice should do, it is obvious that you are pregnant with my seed."

What's wrong with being jealous?Master was originally his future partner, and the two of them even had a baby.

He likes Master so much, so he is naturally reluctant to let other people look at him, it's still this kind of look...

Yan Xiuyu patted her stomach, thinking that it was almost finished, so let's go back according to the apprentice's wish.

He had seen enough today, so he nodded, "You can find an excuse later, Master will go back with you and forget it."

Only then did Murong Mo smile happily, and peeled another orange for Yan Xiuyu, and handed it to his mouth, "Come, master, eat some fruit."

Those who were present finished the round of poetry, and then it was drinking and garden activities.

As for drinking, Yan Xiuyu naturally couldn't drink, he was taken to the garden by Murong Mo.

This mansion occupies a huge area, and a lot of flowers have been introduced, the rockery is matched with a pavilion, and there are occasional sounds of silk and bamboo.

Without those annoying gazes, Murong Mo decided to let Yan Xiuyu exercise his muscles, so he dragged him to stroll around the garden.