Chapter 1492: ： Flower room

Others are still brewing, Jiang Hao has written two songs, and the quality is still so high, suddenly others are anxious, especially the Ma Wencai Ma Gongzi.
I made a bet with my friends, and tonight I will be a groom in the flower room. If I lose, I won't lose face.
He asked himself some knowledge. If he could really capture the Yuxian girl and embrace the beauty, he would get both money and wealth. What's more important is that if this flowery jade is included in the house, he must be famous.
You must know that Yuxian Girl is very famous in Hangzhou. She is proficient in Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poems, and tea, and is sought after by many people. She is simply a star. He must be famous for winning Yuxian, which will greatly help her future development.
Everyone knows that fame is important these days.
Of course, this kind of woman marries back, at most, is a little sister-in-law, after a long time runs out, will naturally be thrown away.
Ma Wencai's mind quickly changed, and he quickly wrote a poem, waving his servant to send him too, and the little girl read Ma Wencai's poems aloud.
After finishing reading, many people shouted loud praise, especially Ma Wencai's friend at the table, Ma Wencai was very proud, and also deliberately left Jiang Hao's table at a glance.
Jiang Hao smiled in his heart.
He just felt a little talented when he heard the poem just now, but there is still a gap between his two poems.
The better ones are mostly for coaxing.
Lift the pen again, and write another one after another. The article will be published in one book and let the servant deliver it.
The little girl read it out loud after she said it.
"Wufang and grass have no fragrance, Shi Yanyan Fei ink dyeing pond.
The dragon and the snake sing in nine strokes, and Xiang Xiangfeng dances to dance Sanjiang.
In the depths of Lushan's rugged mountains, the human face is full of peach blossoms.
Iron paintings and silver hooks have a long history. "
Just after finishing reading, many people shouted loudly. This time the voice is much higher than the voice made by Ma Wencai's friends. Many of the people who come here to play are read books. Even if poetry fails, the level of appreciation is still there.
Jiang Hao didn't look at Ma Wencai, picked up a wine glass on the table, and drank a glass of wine, contented with ease.
Ma Wencai was so angry that he just got a little limelight and was robbed by the other party immediately. He felt very frustrated.
"Brother, please make another song, suppress the popularity." Humane at the same table.
"Have brother Ma hurry up, Xihu paintings can go at any time, we just want to see you hold the girl Yuhuaxian into the flower room." There was another coquettish.
Others also wanted to see the excitement, all looked at Ma Wencai, and urged him to write quickly.
Marvin just gritted his teeth and frowned.
After a while, I wrote another poem after picking up the pen, and sent it to the stage to read it to the little girl.
From the perspective of Jiang Hao, this second song is obviously inferior to the first song. The previous song is still somewhat talented.
As for the applause, it is estimated that it is just for the excitement.
Jiang Hao smiled. Since he wanted to see the excitement, let the excitement be bigger. He stood up and brushed up again.
"Yunyu mountains and rivers are in paper, Xiaofeng's moon enters China.
A thousand volumes of Qian Qiuyun, colorful melting a few degrees.
The pines murmured loudly, and the boat drew by Xuexi Pavilion.
Whoever stays in spring is the only one. "
When the little girl got the poem, she took a deep look at Jiang Hao and read it aloud. After the reading, all the guests in the lobby immediately applauded in unison, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.
Ma Wencai glanced at Jiang Hao, eyes full of hate, where the came, apparently to grab his own venture capital.
Ma Wencai's eyes turned and he arched in the direction of Jiang Hao. "This brother was born very well, not a person from Hangzhou. In the next Hangzhou Ma Wencai, he was a talented student in the exam the previous year, ranking third in the top one. I don't know my brother. How is Taiwan called, and who is it? "
This guy was showing off inside and out.
Jiang Hao glanced at this guy and nodded with a smile: "Jiang Hao, Jinhua."
The atmosphere at the scene was calm for a while, and then someone said, "It turned out to be Jiang Hao, the head of the court trial this year. No wonder I can write a good poem."
"I heard that it is not only the court case, but a small Sanyuan, it is very rare!"
"It turns out that this is Jiang Hao, young and handsome, really a leader."
Ma Wen just wanted to compare his identity with the opponent. Fortunately, he wanted to pull back a game. He thought that the other party was the head of the case, and it felt like he was slapped again.
This guy's eyes are very lively, and his eyes immediately have an idea. If he can't hold you, he will hold you, hold you up and throw you down.
With a smile on his face, Ma Wencai said to Jiang Hao: "It turned out to be Jiang's case, disrespectful and disrespectful. Brother Jiang just waited for my admiration. Just a few poems. Brother Jiang wrote the piano, calligraphy, paintings and calligraphy. With 'Qin Qi calligraphy and painting', wouldn't it be regrettable if there was no 'Poetic Wine Tea', everyone said it ?! "
Ma Wencai's last sentence was addressed to the crowd in the lobby, which meant to encourage people to stand Jiang Hao together, it was difficult to refuse.
With Ma Wencai's mind, if you can do four songs, you may not be able to do eight songs. You will not be able to do it at that time. The shame is your Jiang head.
Others also started to coax and urged Jiang Hao to write out "Poem Wine Tea".
Jiang Hao stood at the table and meditated. For a long time, Ma Wen looked at him with a sneer in his heart. This is called killing. This time, depending on how you end up, even if you only write three songs, your fame will be half tonight.
Just when Ma Wencai was thinking of bad thoughts, Jiang Hao picked up his pen and wrote it, and this time he kept writing, changing several sheets of paper in the middle.
Many people think that the chief of Jiang's case was dissatisfied with the poems he just wrote.
"Snapped!"
Jiang Hao wrote.
To the servant next to me.
"Take it, write the four poems" Poetic Wine and Tea "all at once, and save you the trouble of running around." Jiang Hao sat down.
Everyone in the lobby heard Jiang Hao say this, and they were shocked. It turned out that they didn't write well, but wrote all the remaining four poems at once.
Is it so powerful?
Many people doubt it.
You need to know that for ordinary people to write a poem, they have to ponder over it for a long time, change and change it, and finally they can show it to others. There are very few literary achievements.
I really think that everyone is a big man like Du Fu and Su Dongpo.
Ma Wencai heard Jiang Hao say that everything was done, he was shocked, was it really done?
If there is also the level of the previous few poems, things will definitely spread tonight, this guy will definitely be famous in Hangzhou.
Damn, wouldn't you be a stepping stone.
Annoying!
Regardless of Marvin being annoyed, the little girl has begun to read.
Poetry: ... Jia Yuhanfang's remarks are splendid, and leisurely Yinxian is free-spirited.
Liquor: ... I have gone Wanlisi to return home, a gold bottle returned to my hometown.
Flowers: ... Invite a spring garden show to capture the fragrance of the breeze.
Tea: ... the wind in the window is warm and cold, and the tea in the pot is fragrant.
Every time I read a song, the audience would think of a cheer, which made the lobby really lively. Many people said that today is what it takes to be a smart and intelligent student, and it is indeed the first case.
The others cheered, but Ma Wencai grew more jealous and hated.
After the last poem was read, the lobby began to discuss. Tonight, Jiang's case must have won. Ma Wen only knocked on the palm with a folding fan and smiled, "Not necessarily. We are just watching guests. The final judgement is still Ms. Yuxian, only if Ms. Yuxian likes it, I don't know if these poems can get the beauty of Ms. Yuxian. "
What he said, most people in the hall could hear the sour taste.
The little girl came to the second floor with eight drafts of poems, opened the door and stood in front of Yuxian. Then the woman looked back from the window.
"Miss, you just listened to that prince Jiang's poems, how do you feel?" The little girl asked.
"Not bad," the woman said.
The little girl knows that the word "not bad" has been very highly praised by the lady here, and it is very rare that she can get into the eyes of the lady on weekdays.
"Miss, Jiang Jiangzi's words are written well." Xiaoya said.
"Oh, show it to me?" The woman said lightly.
The little girl spread out the poems, and a pair of women stared at each other. They were immediately attracted by the words on the paper. This typeface of the calligraphy was flowing, falling like clouds, floating like clouds, and astounding. It was a pleasure to watch.
"I'm right," said the little girl.
The woman nodded, "It's really good, the word is a little stronger than the poem."
"Miss, should you call him over?" The little girl asked.
The woman turned her head and glanced outside again, and saw Jiang Hao taking a bite of food and chewing slowly, watching the dance re-jumped on the stage without any eagerness on her face.
"Well, let someone send the tea-making equipment to the small courtyard in the backyard. You call him." The woman stood up after speaking, and flung out the long shirt after leaving the room.
Although everyone in the lobby was still having fun, everyone was still waiting for the results. When the little girl came back, the dance music stopped immediately, and the guests put down their glasses and looked up at the little girl one by one.
The little girl looked over to Jiang Hao and respectfully said: "The girl of the fairy fairy invited Jiang Gongzi to go to Xiaozhu, a backyard to have tea."
Everyone in the lobby cheered.
"I'll say I can pass. If these literary talents don't pass, then few people can be selected."
"Eight poems in one go, and the quality is absolutely extremely rare, how could it not be selected!"
"It's the case, too!"
Look at the joy of these people, as if they were selected.
Jiang Hao stood up, arched his hands to the surrounding area, and immediately received a round of applause, then followed the servant to the backyard ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Ma Wencai looked at Jiang Hao's disappearing back, and his awkward heart, mother, was originally still If you want to be in the limelight here, why would you want to be completely trampled by others?
Brush ~!
Ma Wencai stood up and said to a friend at the same table, "Let's go?"
"What are you doing?" Someone asked in wonder.
Ma Wencai said lightly: "Except for Yuxian Girl, the other women in Yuxianlou are a group of vulgar fans. Is there anything better to stay? I didn't say it before. Wouldn't it be more beautiful if you would go to Xihu to paint a picture. "
In fact, this remark was a bit worried, and I told others clearly that without Yuxian, it is not worth playing here, it has the taste of hitting the ground.
In fact, the people around are not stupid, knowing that Ma Wencai lost to Na Jiang's case, he must be a sigh of relief, and it is no wonder to say some weird things. Many people have inexplicable smiles on their faces, and they say that Ma Wencai is just a stubborn man. Not badly.
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