"There are such poems..." Someone sighed and looked down at the poem he had just finished halfway through. Compared with it, he was simply a little different from it. He couldn't bear to look at it directly, and he had no shame to hand it over to compare it with such poems. He simply tore the paper apart and sighed and sighed.

What I regret is that such excellent sentences are not from my own hands!

If there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, no one at this moment thinks that he can beat this poem, and it is extremely difficult to compare half of it. Even if he wants to be sour, he can't find a reason to say sour words, and he can't help but feel ashamed...

As soon as the poems are released tonight, no one will have the intention to start writing, otherwise they would have just brought shame to themselves. Even the poems I read before were demoted to the dust at this moment, and no one will recall them again.

At the same time, everyone was also curious. Who was present able to write such beautiful poems?

In fact, Mr. Xu and others on the second floor were also quite curious at this moment. Those who could write such poems could be called a talented man. But why did there be no signature on the paper?

After the servant was instructed, he shouted in public: "I wonder who wrote this poem? Mr. Xu intended to invite this talented man to go upstairs and have a chat."

"hiss……"

It seems that it is really amazing! Even big names like Mr. Xu have taken a fancy to this literary talent. I am afraid that he will really become famous in his poem and become famous!

Everyone was talking suddenly, and their curious and amazed eyes kept scanning each other, wanting to see who had such good luck.

However, what is strange is that after a while, this good poem destined to be passed down to the world was unclaimed!

"Please come up quickly by the talented man who wrote this poem!"

The servant also shouted twice in confusion, but no one responded at all.

Some people also have ulterior motives to think about whether to go up and take it off. Of course, this stupid idea was disbanded as soon as it arose. After all, Mr. Xu will definitely take the exam for the school's literary talent after going up. If he doesn't know anything about it, wouldn't he just tell him or she would get into trouble for nothing!

This literary talent is incomparable to other things, and there are some things to say and not fake.

So in the end, this strange result.

The restaurant fell into a strange silence for a moment.

Mr. Xu and others in the room were also quite strange. Logically speaking, writing such poems is a great thing for literati to be proud of. Why are there anyone who refuses to claim them?

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the door of the Su family's private room next to her. It seemed a little abrupt in this quiet environment, attracting everyone's attention: "Sir, this poem was written by my husband for the private girl, not a poem to attend to the tonight's banquet. I just didn't know why I accidentally lost it and handed it to Mr. Xu..."

Su Wanmiao's voice was steady, with a dignified and generous smile, and her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but she had a little respect she should have when facing officials. This alone was better than many people present.

Although she was still a little nervous, she just hid it very well and never revealed it.

At this moment, she represents not only herself, but also the Su family and her husband.

"I am really sorry for the misunderstanding tonight, but I also asked Mr. Xu to return the paper written with poems to the girl..."

"Oh?" Mr. Xu thought about it and asked Xiang County Magistrate, "I wonder who this woman's husband is?"

"Sir, the woman is the head of the Su family, a merchant in the city. Her husband is a scholar who married into the family, named Du Bai." The county magistrate replied hurriedly.

"A man who married into the family?" Mr. Xu was even more surprised. He held the poem in his hand and looked at it carefully. Only then did he notice that he had just focused on this excellent poem and ignored the ink of the poem. It must have been written for a long time, not just written it.

It seems that what this woman said is indeed somewhat possible.

But at this moment, the scholars and talents who had been waiting downstairs for a long time were dissatisfied. Some people who didn't know their identities had just communicated and learned that Du Bai was just a poor scholar who married into a marriage, and that he had never had any outstanding features for a long time. How could he suddenly write such wonderful sentences?

It’s like a beggar who has eaten for the first meal but has not had the last meal on weekdays and suddenly takes out a bloom of gold to show off, which will naturally arouse others’ suspicion. Did he steal it from somewhere?

What's more, they are now competing for a reputation, and who is willing to be suppressed by someone for no reason. If a talented man recites it in public, they will recognize it. After all, their literary talent is not as good as others. But this sudden good poem is too abrupt, and the author is even more weird.

Isn’t it said that everyone here can’t even compare with a wealthy businessman’s family, let alone leave a good impression in front of Mr. Xu!

"Miss Su, do you say it was done by your husband Du Bai, so is there any evidence?" A frivolous scholar stood up and questioned in public.

"Evidence?" Su Wanmiao suddenly looked embarrassed.

Where does this evidence come from when writing poetry?

"As you said, it was your husband's work, then we can say it was our work. If there is no evidence, how could we believe that an ordinary scholar who married into the family can write such good sentences?" The scholar looked around and saw that all the colleagues around him nodded in agreement and continued, "Will Du Bai be on the scene now? Why would you come out to confront him in person? I'm not talented, and I have also had the eleventh examination of the Central Government, but I also thought I could not write such sentences. I wanted to ask him for advice."

The implication of this sentence was obviously that he was dissatisfied and wanted to give it a try.

Su Wanmiao shook her head slightly: "My husband left for some time, but I can't ask you for advice for the time being."

Du Bai did not expect that the poem he left to his wife would be read in public in this way.

"Isn't that impossible to prove it?" Another scholar also stood up and looked at the direction of the county magistrate on the second floor, bowed and shouted loudly, "Please check it out so as not to have any people seeking fame..."

"Don't slander my husband!" Su Wanmiao couldn't help but frown and looked at the man with some annoyance, "My husband had no intention of attending tonight's banquet, nor did he write poems. This poem was originally just preserved between me and my wife!"

"Ha, why do you have to take it out tonight for Mr. Xu to see it? It was clearly done intentionally!" The scholar sneered, "Maybe he just heard such a good poem from somewhere, and deliberately wanted to express it in front of Mr. Xu..."

"My husband is very good at writing, so why should he copy other people's poems?"
Chapter completed!