The Number One Catcher In The Capital, You Call This A Dog Leg?

Now that Su Qian's next round of written test is about to start, she is also a little bit stuck at this time.

If I had known that the little princess in the palace was so playful, I would not have brought Xu Qing here.

That way he won't be in such a situation.

Thinking of this, Su Qian blamed herself a bit, because she wanted to leave quickly and dragged Xu Qing into the water by the way...

She didn't want to see this situation now.

But in the palace, how can you not follow the rules of the palace?

She can only wait until she leaves to give Xu Qing some compensation.

Xu Qing in the remote corner is already full of wine and food...ahem...full of tea and pastries...

"belch--"

Xu Qing burped casually, never expecting that Wangfu Poetry would be so good, even touching fish can fill up the pastry.

This prince is extremely generous!

Thinking of this, Xu Qing couldn't help feeling a little fond of this prince whom he had never met before.

How can a prince who is willing to spend all this money to make cakes to satisfy his guests be so bad?

Just when Xu Qing was grateful to the virtuous king in his heart, a voice suddenly came from his ear: "Young master, please write down the poems you have finished on paper so that the villain can sort them out."

"Poetry?"

Didn't you say in the previous rounds that everyone should write poems?

How did you come here to ask yourself what you want in this round?

Where can I write poems?

Not to mention being able to write, he didn't even know what the topic was, and he didn't pay attention at all.

He just came to eat and drink...

Xu Qing wondered, "Does it have to be written?"

The book boy shook his head and said, "You don't have to write..."

Xu Qing took it for granted: "Oh, that's not..."

The book boy said: "If you don't write it, you will be punished and make faces in public..."

Xu Qing's eyes widened involuntarily: "When will there be punishment? Who decides! How come the first four rounds are all right?"

The book boy said with some embarrassment: "Just now... Young Master, let's write a poem or fill in a poem, otherwise it will be embarrassing later..."

The book boy was also feeling bad, he had also participated in many poetry gatherings with his family, but this was the first time he couldn't write something and made faces in public...

Is poetry something you can have if you want it?

Doesn't this depend on inspiration?

Even Shen Xubai, who is known as the number one talent in Yongzhou with outstanding literary talent, did not offer poems every time.

Isn't this difficult for the strong?

Xu Qing asked again: "Is there anything written?"

The book boy shook his head and said, "There is no one else except Young Master..."

At this time Xu Qing suddenly saw a head protruding from behind a big tree, looking at him as if watching a good show.

There was already a happy look on his face that he had avenged his revenge in advance.

Could it be related to her?

Is she setting herself up?

She actually increased the poem will be punished at will?

This girl's identity doesn't look simple!

But regardless of whether it is related to this girl or not, Xu Qing must come up with a poem or word today.

Otherwise, the entire palace will just make faces by itself...

Although no one in the palace knows him except Su Qian, he is also a person who wants face!

Xu Qing looked at the book boy and asked awkwardly: "What is the title of this round of poetry?"

The book boy couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this sentence!

I don't even know the title of the poem!

So what is he doing here?

The book boy looked at the empty plates on the table... Well, the sentimental one is here to eat and drink...

No wonder sitting in such a remote place...

Thinking of this, Shutong couldn't help showing a bit of disdain for Xu Qing in his eyes.

When the Wangfu Poetry Society is so important, there are still people who are so contemptuous!

It's really unreasonable!

But the book boy still said: "The topic of this round is Dragon Boat Festival."

The topic of the poetry meeting was decided by Sun Xuezheng by drawing lots. With so many lots, there could be any topic.

And now the topic of this round is Dragon Boat Festival.

But even though the bookboy said the topic, he still didn't believe that the young man in front of him who had been eating and drinking all the time, and didn't even know the topic if he hadn't told him, could write something good about the Dragon Boat Festival in such a short period of time. Poems come.

If you can't do it at that time, you have to make faces in public.

To be honest, he has seen people making faces, but he has never seen a scholar making faces in front of all the respectable men in Yongzhou...

Speaking of Dragon Boat Festival, Xu Qing immediately thought of a poem, but only this one!

Alas, Xu Qing sighed in her heart, Mr. Dongpo, I did not copy your poem on purpose, please understand.

This is not my intention!

Originally, Xu Qing only planned to do business, and never planned to be a civil servant, but today's situation is pressing...

Can only do it as a last resort...

Taking out the pen and paper from the tray in the book boy's hand, and dipping some ink, Xu Qing picked up the pen and wrote:

Sweat slightly penetrates Biwan, Fanglan bathed in the Dragon Boat Festival in the Ming Dynasty. The flowing fragrance is full of Qingchuan.

The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small talisman is hung obliquely on the green cloud servant girl. A beautiful woman has met for a thousand years.

Shutong watched from the side, each word written by Xu Qing, from disdain at the beginning, and then became surprised, seeing Xu Qing write the last sentence, Shutong's eyes have turned into deep admiration!

Although he is a book boy and can't write any good poems or words, but he has been with Mr. Xuezheng for many years, and his appreciation ability is still very good.

And the young master in front of him, who didn't know the title just now, could finish such a masterpiece in an instant... No! It's just that the poem is insulted by the excellent works, it should be said to be handed down from generation to generation!

This word is enough to be famous for future generations!

Xu Qing brazenly wrote his own name next to the song "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival"...

Oops, both sides of his face felt a little hot when he copied this poem.

Taking other people's things as my own, I really feel a little uncomfortable...

The book boy saw that Xu Qing had finished writing, and consciously bowed down to let Xu Qing put the poem on the tray in his hand more conveniently.

After the release, Xu Qing waved her hand casually, alas, shameless...

However, if you don't copy poems, you have to make faces. Su Qian in the attic might see it...

From now on, Su Qian might see her every day. Xu Qing can tell the difference between a moment of embarrassment and a lifetime of embarrassment.

Fortunately, Xu Qing has practiced calligraphy for two years.

It's not too bad to write today.

As for why practice calligraphy?

There is a kind of thinking that your mother thinks you want to...

Although Xu Qing was not interested in calligraphy at the time, Xu Qing's mother was interested in calligraphy and enrolled Xu Qing in a crash course in soft brush calligraphy for two months.

At that time, my mother also said that after practicing calligraphy, I will always use it!

Now Xu Qing thinks back on what happened back then, and feels that her mother really had the foresight!

Isn't this going to come in handy? !

If I didn't practice calligraphy hard in the past, I can now draw some characters with a brush and outline earthworms...

It is estimated that Xu Qing can be despised by the talented scholars in the entire poetry meeting...

"My lord, the poems written by all the talents are here. Everyone has come up with a poem or a poem, and everyone is absent."

Sun Xuezheng nodded. It seems that this round of poetry will not have any talent who will make faces in public.

Otherwise, Face can be lost.

"what?"

Just when Sun Xuezheng was planning to ask the book boy to pass these poems on to talented scholars outside to appreciate and appreciate them together, the top poem caught Sun Xuezheng's attention.

""Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival", bring this poem to me for a closer look."

The book boy handed the top piece of paper to Sun Xuezheng, and Sun Xuezheng couldn't help but read aloud after taking it:

"Sweat lightly permeates Biwan, bathing Fanglan in the Dragon Boat Festival of Ming Dynasty. The flowing fragrance is full of Qingchuan.

The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small talisman is hung obliquely on the green cloud servant girl. A beautiful woman has met for a thousand years. "

After reading it, Sun Xuezheng stared at the boss, and after a long time he shouted repeatedly: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! To be able to produce such a masterpiece in such a short period of time is really a genius!"

This poetry meeting is not based on a certain theme like the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Like the kind that can naturally be prepared early, and on the day of the poetry meeting, the poems that have been prepared for a long time will be shown and competed with all the talents.

The titles of this poetry meeting all came from the act of drawing lots, and the poems were completed within a stick of incense.

In such a short period of time, the quality of the poems is naturally not as deep and rhythmic as the poems that took several months to craft.

Sun Xuezheng also observed a lot of poems, even Shen Xubai couldn't compose such exquisite words in such a short period of time.

Not only can't make it, but it's far from it!

Who the hell wrote this?

Sun Xuezheng looked over the inscription, and saw the word Xu Qing impressively on it.