"Always in the hands of the beautiful woman, waiting for the bright moon to move when the wind is blowing.

Sometimes I half-cover my face and show a little bit of redness on the rouge."

Mu Qingwan was stunned. She didn't expect that there were such masters of poetry in this market. However, when she remembered that the Luocheng Literature Club was about to be held, some hidden scholars and poets also hid among the crowd. She couldn't help but look at the scholar carefully and saw that he had a beautiful face, a black mole on his left brow, and a light-colored lips curled up. She was indescribably handsome and unruly between her eyebrows.

As he was looking at it, a slightly fat middle-aged man put the paper he had just bought on the table, and did not speak. The scholar looked at the paper and picked up his pen and wrote:

"Six or seven leaves reeds in the autumn water, two or three geese beside the setting sun.

The sky is so clear that it is clear that it is clear that it breaks through the cold pond with a smear of smoke."

At this time, another fat woman came over, dressed well, with sadness between her eyebrows and eyes, saying that she wanted to make a coffin and asked the scholar to write poems with this. The scholar pondered for a moment and wrote:

"The Zi people cut down the elephant patterns of fir and made a bone change for the gods.

I will be happy to clear my heart for three hundred days."

Mu Qingwan thoughts and pointed to the patterns embroidered on her sleeves, asking him to use needles as the theme and the word "Soup" as the rhyme. The scholar looked at her, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head and wrote:

"Made of one inch of steel needle and iron, the silk bun is in a medium life.

If you teach your child to beat the fish, you can make soup after fishing fresh fish."

In fact, Mu Qingwan just now made a little difficult request to test this person's true talent and knowledge. Unexpectedly, the scholar wrote such a good poem without hesitation, which made her amazed.

Such improvised poetry requires quick thinking. If it is not for long-term training and extensive knowledge, it is difficult to do it. Moreover, selling poetry like this requires citizens who write poetry according to different professions, genders, and needs. If they are not familiar with the life of the citizen class, they will not be able to cope with it easily.

"This young master is quick-witted, which makes me admire you. I don't know the name of the young master Gao?"

The scholar's mouth bent, and the infinite romantic flow was leaking out, "Below..."

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by a loud sound. Then, a group of people walked over with great momentum.

The young man in the lead was brightly dressed, fat, big ears, and flesh was stacked on his face, and his face was covered with greasy. With a wave of his hand, several people who looked like servants rushed over and kicked over the desk with a "bang" sound. The black ink was poured on the scholar's white-washed clothes, but he saw that he was not panicked at all, but just stood up and looked at all indifferently.

"Young Master, what should I do?" Two people who looked like servants walked to the evil young man for advice.

"Turn him over to me." The evil young man said angrily.

The two servants were about to take action, but the scholar avoided them and walked straight to the evil young master and asked lightly: "I wonder if there is any place below that offends Young Master Chen?"

When the evil young man named Chen heard this, he immediately became angry, "You dare to ask? Are you a fool of me? I am so crazy that I asked you to write a plaque for my father's newly completed study. You actually mentioned a 'bamboo bud'. If these two words are separated, they are just 'everyone'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him immediately burst into laughter. The young master Chen's face turned into a pig's liver, and he shouted in anger: "Who dares to laugh at me again, I will hold him in prison for a few days!"

The young master of the Chen family is notorious and often bullies others with his power. For a moment, everyone was frightened by his lust and power. Even if he wanted to laugh, he would not dare to blatantly. Seeing that his deterrence played a role, Chen Evil Young Master was even more proud and pointed at the scholar and scolded:

"You are a poor scholar who dares to insult the commander Zuo Jingfu. If you don't teach you a lesson today, it will be difficult to relieve the anger of my young master."

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Chapter completed!