Zhang Jinwen, a talented man from Nanyang, came out of the Qingyue Poetry Club and saw that there were quite a few people coming to participate in the chrysanthemum appreciation poetry meeting.

He politely gave a gift to everyone and asked everyone to join the club.

The talented and beautiful people in Hedong County did not know Zhang Jinwen, so they returned the gift and walked from him into the gate of the poetry club.

"You know this person?"

Ji Lianer, who was standing next to Luo Jiaojiao, couldn't help asking curiously when she heard Luo Jiaojiao's whisper.

"He is Zhang Jinwen, a famous talented man in Nanyang County."

Luo Jiaojiao walked towards the gate of the poetry club and told Ji Lianer about Zhang Jinwen's origin.

Ji Lianer has great attainments in poetry and prose, so she became more interested in comparing with Zhang Jinwen.

"Why did Langjun Zhang come to Hedong County?"

Luo Jiaojiao walked to Zhang Jinwen and bowed and asked.

"Zhang came here to find a way out, which made his uncle's wife laugh."

Zhang Jinwen naturally knew Luo Jiaojiao, and he bowed to show respect.

"This is the princess!"

Luo Jiaojiao introduced to Zhang Jinwen.

"I have met the princess in the evening!"

Zhang Jinwen was a little panicked.

He didn't expect that on the first day he came to take charge of the Qingyue Poetry Club and hosted a chrysanthemum appreciation poetry meeting, a princess who was known as the world's number one beauty came.

"I heard that my uncle's wife praised you very well, so I want to discuss poetry with you."

Ji Lian'er saw that Zhang Jinwen was not only talented, but also humble, and she had a good impression of him.

"How dare I talk about poetry and essays with the princess in the late life!"

Zhang Jinwen gave another tribute and sweat was seen at the tip of his nose.

"Langjun Zhang, don't be nervous. This princess is here to attend the poetry meeting and will not make things difficult for you!"

Ji Lianer smiled, then pulled Luo Jiaojiao's arm into the gate of Qingyue Poetry Society.

Luo Jiaojiao raised her fist-clenched hand and shook it in front of Zhang Jinwen:

"come on!"

Zhang Jinwen was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed Luo Jiaojiao and Ji Lianer.

The old owner of the Qingyue Poetry Club is Zhang Jinwen's father. He is now ill and has not recovered for a long time. In desperation, he called back his eldest son Zhang Jinwen, who has lived in Nanyang for a long time, and took over his mantle.

Zhang Jinwen's brothers Zhang Xingcheng and Zhang Juqing have been working in the poetry club. They were very dissatisfied with their father's recall of their elder brother Zhang Jinwen, and were about to take this opportunity to let him retreat and replace him.

There is a chrysanthemum garden in the backyard of Qingyue Poetry Club. There are a complete variety of chrysanthemums inside and bloom in full bloom.

Those who came to participate in the poetry club were amazed after watching it.

When Zhang Jinwen's second brother Zhang Xingcheng saw his brother and the two beautiful ladies coming together, he stepped forward and bowed:

"Brother, talented! We are enjoying the chrysanthemums, but we have no good words. Please give me advice!"

"The princess is here, no rash is allowed!"

Zhang Jinwen is very talented and his mind is naturally different from ordinary people. As soon as his brother opens his mouth, he knows his intentions.

As the saying goes, brothers will inevitably fall into laughter!

When everyone heard that the princess was coming, they bowed and bowed.

"Like everyone, I am also here to participate in the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting of the poetry club, so everyone does not have to be polite."

Ji Lianer smiled slightly.

"Please sit down, taste the fruit wine, and write poems and essays together!"

Zhang Jinwen said aloud.

Luo Jiaojiao saw that Zhang Jinwen was so energetic that she had a great demeanor at this time, and was completely different from outside the poetry club just now, so she couldn't help but feel confused.

"It's really amazing that this person can bend and stretch!"

Ji Lianer sighed in her heart.

After Ji Lianer and Luo Jiaojiao sat down, everyone sat down one after another.

"Please draw a title from the sign bucket on the case."

Zhang Jinwen drew a lottery first and raised it for everyone to show it.

Luo Jiaojiao looked at it intently and wrote:

"Autumn Chrysanthemum Fu!"

Ha! It turns out that the sign bucket is full of poems and essays!

Luo Jiaojiao, who is not good at writing poetry and prose, suddenly had a big head.

Ji Lian'er was smoking "Pinju"! She showed it to Luo Jiaojiao.

Luo Jiaojiao twitched her teeth and closed her eyes and drew a lottery. When she opened her eyes and looked carefully, she found that there was no word on the lottery she drew.

What's going on?

Luo Jiaojiao widened her eyes and was at a loss.

When Ji Lian'er saw this, she chuckled:

"Good luck, girl! I can write one less article."

"Wow! That's great!"

Luo Jiaojiao immediately understood the meaning of the empty sign she drew.

Some of the talented men and beautiful women thought hard, some wrote quickly, and some wrote the previous sentence and bit the pen and thought about the next sentence...

Luo Jiaojiao looked interesting and turned her eyes to Zhang Jinwen and Ji Lianer.

Zhang Jinwen began to write after thinking for a while.

Ji Lian'er wrote very slowly, but she finished it in one go.

Luo Jiaojiao moved over to look, clapping her hands and sang.

"...The girl in the yellow clothes and simple robe, and I quietly watch Dongjun gather the setting sun."

At that time, some people who finished writing had long hung their poems and essays on the beams through the hands of the poetry attendant in the poetry club.

Luo Jiaojiao picked up Ji Lianer's poem and ran to let the poem waiter hang up.

The eyes of the person who finished writing all fell on Zhang Jinwen's hand holding a light pen.

"Fu" is much more than "Poetry". Zhang Jinwen wrote a whole picture in a casual manner. After hanging it, everyone stretched their necks and looked carefully.

"The fragrance is not strong, the color is not vulgar, and you are calm and contented in a corner. It has the style of a casual soldier and has the clear flow of Taoist bones..."

"If you don't choose Xilan, if you don't choose the rich and poor, you're contented..."

"Water and enjoy the writing, watch freely and freely, wandering around the ridges of the fields, and live vigorously... The autumn wind blew and the flowers withered, but they stood proudly, and were not afraid of the wind and frost..."

Unconsciously, the crowd chanted the best sentences they loved, and all of them clapped and shouted.

Zhang Xingcheng and Zhang Juqing were ashamed of themselves, but they were unwilling to accept it.

"My brother has been living alone in Nanyang, so he must have written many poems."

Zhang Juqing’s meaning is very clear. You write a lot of articles so well, I’m afraid it’s not improvised, but an old work!

A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and the yard was whispering endlessly.

"Come on!"

Zhang Jinwen had no choice but to let someone bring out the poems and verses he had written outside in the past few years.

Seeing this, everyone rushed forward to look around. Luo Jiaojiao was also among them.

"Wow! I've written so much! It's amazing!"

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help but admire her when she looked at the ten boxes of manuscripts.

Some of the others kept looking through, wanting to check if there were any essays similar to today; some people read them slowly, as if they wanted to memorize all the poems and essays; some young men trembled excitedly when they saw such good poems and essays...

Ji Lianer also wanted to see it, but she was unwilling to squeeze in it.

Luo Jiaojiao took a volume and put it on Ji Lianer's case, which made her very happy.

"It's still the girl who knows my intention!"

"That's it! Who told us to be good sisters!"

Luo Jiaojiao smiled proudly.

"Such talent is so talented that it is really useless to live in the small Qingyue Poetry Society!"

Ji Lianer sighed after reading the poem.

"Sister Ji wants to recommend him to the county magistrate?"

Luo Jiaojiao sat beside Ji Lianer and asked her whisperedly.

"Just because of this, I'm afraid that others will refuse!"

Ji Lian'er looked at Zhang Jinwen, who was frowning and staring at the talented men and beautiful people surrounding his poems.

"When the poem ends, I'll go and find out what my sister wants."

Luo Jiaojiao blinked her big, lively eyes.

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