From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Poetry is just a minor art!

No one has ever said such arrogant words!

Especially when said in front of a group of poetry club members, it is simply too arrogant.

"Zhou Yuan!"

Liu Zhe was furious: "Everyone present is a member of the Yunzhou Poetry Club, but you say that poetry is a minor art and you don't bother to write it. Where do you put us!"

"Yes, it's really too arrogant to say this in front of us!"

"He doesn't deserve to be here!"

Liu Zhe's supporting actor was no exception and immediately attacked.

The young scholar said in a deep voice: "Zhou Yuan, Mr. Liu is the son of the prefect. He is also humble and polite. He respects his poetry friends and writes poems to accompany them."

"You are just an orphan from a poor family, a mere son-in-law. How dare you say such arrogant words!"

Chen Zhan stood up, clasped his fists to Zhou Yuan, and said: "Brother Ziyi, I don't agree with what you just said. You need to give us an explanation."

Many girls also nodded. They had a good impression of Zhou Yuan, but his words just now obviously hurt them.

Zhao Jianjia's face was pale and her heart sank again and again. She didn't expect Zhou Yuan to say such a thing, let alone that there was any room for salvation.

Zhou Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Brother Mingyuan, you suspect that I plagiarized Jianjia's words to deceive the courtesan, right?"

Chen Zhan opened his mouth, but didn't dare to answer.

Zhou Yuan looked at the others and said loudly: "You should know that once this matter is confirmed, not only will I be ashamed to live, but also Jianjia, the Zhao family and my father-in-law will become a laughing stock!"

"I, Zhou Yuan, dare not be proud of my talent, nor do I care about other people's opinions, but I will never tolerate you insulting Jianjia and the Zhao family like this!"

Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment they felt a little guilty, after all, they did doubt it.

But Liu Zhe said, "If you really wrote "Geng Lou Zi", how can you not write a poem?"

Zhou Yuan said, "Master Liu, do you really want me to write a poem?"

Liu Zhe snorted, "You are not a member of the poetry club, you are a newcomer to us, we naturally hope to see your poems."

Zhou Yuan looked at Chen Zhan and said, "Brother Mingyuan, do you think so too?"

Chen Zhan felt a little guilty and clasped his fists and said, "Brother Ziyi, I'm sorry, I really shouldn't doubt you easily, but I still hope to see your poems."

"As long as you can write a good poem, I believe everyone will sincerely apologize to you."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Zhou Yuan then looked at Liu Zhe and smiled, "Master Liu was the first to doubt me. If I write a good poem, are you willing to apologize?"

"Of course!"

Seeing him procrastinating like this, Liu Zhe was sure that Zhou Yuan could not write it.

Zhao Jianjia gritted her teeth, her small hands tucked into her sleeves, and her palms were already sweating.

She didn't think Zhou Yuan could write good poems in such a short time. Even her father couldn't write good poems so easily. It was too difficult.

But Zhou Yuan laughed and said, "Since everyone wants to see my poems, then I will..."

Here, he pointed to the willow tree by the river and said, "Write a poem about the willow!"

Liu Zhe and others sneered, while others looked at Zhou Yuan nervously and expectantly.

Zhou Yuan cleared his throat and whispered, "The jasper is made into a tall tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down."

Just two sentences made everyone's eyes shine.

The word "jasper" is really wonderful! It can refer to the willow tree as jade, and it can also refer to the girl of "small family jasper". Describing the tree as a slender woman, the graceful posture and beauty are all out.

Really vivid, really interesting!

After hearing these two sentences, everyone had great expectations for the next two sentences, and everyone stared at Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan smiled and said, "I don't know who cut out these fine leaves, the spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors."

For a moment, the world was silent and everyone held their breath.

The word "cut" vividly expresses the delicacy and exquisiteness of the willow leaves, just like a carefully cut work of art.

Who carefully cut them? The spring breeze in February! Cut by the world! Cut by nature!

So innovative! The combination of scissors and spring breeze is endless!

Poetry can actually be written like this!

"Brother Ziyi!"

Chen Zhan looked serious, bowed deeply, and said loudly: "My misunderstanding and suspicion just now were due to my stupidity, please forgive me."

"To be honest, after this "Ode to Willow" is published, anyone who dares to doubt your talent is blind and blind!"

Luo Ruanzhi was in high spirits and said excitedly: "Mr. Zhou, this poem is vivid and interesting, and the words are so simple and plain, it is really a masterpiece!"

Everyone present praised and apologized, looking at Zhou Yuan with eyes full of admiration.

Liu Zhe was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

He didn't expect that Zhou Yuan, a poor scholar, could really write a poem!

Zhao Jianjia stood there blankly, mutteringReciting "Ode to Willow", savoring every word in it.

She was amazed at such a conception, which could only be described as impeccable!

Zhou Yuan, he actually made it!

I couldn't believe it!

She was extremely surprised, and all her worries just now disappeared.

But thinking about it carefully, Zhao Jianjia felt a little uneasy again. She looked at Zhou Yuan and suddenly found that she didn't seem to know this person.

She felt that Zhou Yuan was strange, and even felt that he was very mysterious.

But Zhou Yuan didn't have so much nonsense. He looked directly at Liu Zhe and smiled: "Mr. Liu, shouldn't you apologize?"

Liu Zhe was almost angry to death, and forced a smile. He hesitated for a long time with his mouth open before saying: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, I misunderstood."

Zhou Yuan shook his head and said: "I think you shouldn't apologize to me, you should apologize to my Jianjia."

Liu Zhe's eyes widened. Do you want me to apologize twice? Why didn't you say it when others apologized!

He was a little unwilling, but he didn't know how to refuse.

Zhou Yuan sat on a chair and picked up an orange to eat.

He said calmly: "I don't care what others think of me, so you can comment on my poems, but there is no need to apologize to me."

"You should apologize to Jianjia the most. She has paid a lot for the poetry meeting, but got such a result."

As soon as these words came out, the girls hurried to Zhao Jianjia's side.

"Jianjia... I'm sorry..."

"Jianjia, I will come to apologize another day."

"I'll prepare a small gift for you, Jianjia, don't be angry."

The girls looked so pitiful that Zhao Jianjia was a little uncomfortable.

But when she saw Zhou Yuan eating an orange, she felt inexplicably warm in her heart.

He didn't care about himself, but he cared about my feelings.

Zhao Jianjia shook her head, put aside her distracting thoughts, and quickly pulled the hands of the girls around her, saying, "It's good that it's explained clearly. Sisters don't have to worry about it. Let's continue with other activities. I hope today's poetry meeting will be successful."

The other girls also nodded, really not wanting to continue this topic.

As a good girlfriend, Xue Ningyue said softly, "Jianjia, let's have a meal, and then play games to liven up the atmosphere."

"Okay!"

Zhao Jianjia regained her state and quickly organized everyone to have a meal.

The chairs and benches were rearranged, and plates of hot dishes were brought out from the steamer, steaming hot.

Food always brings pleasure to people, and the atmosphere in the field is indeed a lot more relaxed.

Looking at the countless delicacies, Zhou Yuan was a little surprised. Damn, so many dishes, are you all pigs?

More than a dozen large steamers, transported by three carriages, filled the table densely, I'm afraid there are hundreds of dishes.

These scholars are really extravagant, no wonder they want hundreds of taels of silver for sponsorship.

Damn, it's all the money I raised! I must eat more!

Zhou Yuan hasn't had breakfast today, and he's already hungry, so he starts eating right away.

His swift and swift appearance stunned the others.

But many girls had bright eyes, thinking... Young Master Zhou is such a wonderful person.

After Zhao Jianjia arranged everyone to sit down, she came to Zhou Yuan's side. After all, they were husband and wife, so they had to sit together.

She whispered, "Eat slowly, there are so many dishes."

Zhou Yuan said, "It would be a waste if you don't eat so many dishes."

Zhao Jianjia looked around and said, "Because there are so many dishes, eat slowly, don't be like a starving ghost..."

She felt that it was a bit rude to say so, and changed her words, "If you don't know, you would think that our Zhao family doesn't let you eat enough."

"Don't talk, eat quickly."

Zhou Yuan pointed at the table, his mouth full of oil.

Zhao Jianjia couldn't help but find it funny to see him like that, so she also started to eat lightly.

But she was a little surprised. According to her previous self, she would definitely not hesitate to say that he was "reincarnated from a starving ghost", but now she subconsciously considered his feelings.

Besides, she must have been disgusted by her previous self for such a miserable appearance, why did she find it interesting now...

Zhao Jianjia, Zhao Jianjia, what are you thinking about!

She closed her eyes. The inexplicable changes made her lose her mind.

She had to admit that she was so confused.