The black belly God of fast time travels to chase his wife online

Chapter 147: Cool Young Master, Please Respect Yourself (23)

Fengran's attainments in this poem were not very good, and some of the ink stored in his stomach came from the superposition of two planes.

Compared with these "literate people" who can make a lot of words, it is obvious that she is the illiterate among this group of cultural people.

The noble ladies who came along with them came to the stage together with Princess Chen, and they were seated under the guidance of a special person.

Just because she is an outsider, Fengran is not very interested in such a grand event.

The purpose of setting up this poetry review conference is roughly similar to that of the Yuedan Review in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. They both use a way to express themselves so that those who are interested in recruiting talents will notice them, in the hope of finding Bole to promote them, and then rise to the top.

This is one weight.

What's more, there are also many noble ladies like them from aristocratic families. These young talents show their talents and learning here, nothing more than to win the favor of the people they like.

And the girls watching below are actually looking at their future husbands.

There were many people discussing on the field, and the surroundings seemed a little noisy.

Feng Ran took a sip of tea, and heard someone say: "Then the son of the Su family is really talented in writing."

Another person echoed: "Excellent, but this appearance is also very handsome, really worthy of the word "both talent and appearance."

Feng Ran glanced at the young master of the Su family, he looked really handsome, but compared to the Shen Junyu and Meng Chengjue she had seen, he was a little less handsome.

This poem is indeed well written, but I feel a little worried about writing new words, but it can be regarded as a rare masterpiece.

At least she thought so.

At this time, another woman in a pink shirt interjected: "Although this young master of the Su family is handsome, there is nothing outstanding in his appearance. I just saw a person, and that is the only one who can be called stunning!"

The little girls became interested one after another, and asked curiously, "Which family is it?"

The girl in the pink shirt said mysteriously: "It is said that the young master is Chen Guolai's envoy, but I don't know his name."

Fengran was close, so naturally he could hear clearly.

Shen Junyu also came to this poetry review meeting?

So she continued to listen.

"I have heard from my elder brother that he is a rich man who travels all year round and is not bound by the monarchs of various countries."

Several little girls each contributed their existing knowledge to this topic, and it was a joy to talk about each other.

She was listening to the gossip, which was interesting, when she heard a commotion in front of her.

Feng Ran looked up, who was the person who caused the commotion, Shen Junyu?

Today, he is wearing an ivory white ink bamboo brocade suit, a jade crown and hair, holding a paper fan, and holding a jade tree facing the wind, he is unrestrained and unrestrained.

No wonder it can cause those girls who are waiting to be married to be amazed frequently.

But this young man who looks like a jade carving has a cold face all the way, so cold that those girls dare not come closer.

Seeing that he was coming towards her, Feng Ran glanced sideways at Princess Chen beside her, and probably understood why Shen Junyu appeared here.

Look at those little girls who were still discussing eagerly just now, and now they are so shy that they almost bury their heads under the table.

Originally, Feng Ran was idle and bored, so she sat until the end to touch the fish.Fortunately, she was in the closest position to Shen Junyu.

Thinking about it, he had already greeted Princess Chen before he came, so Princess Chen was not surprised when she saw him, but just nodded symbolically.

It was boring to just compete in poems at the poetry meeting. At the end of the meeting, someone suggested passing the cup around by beating the drum, and whoever the cup fell into would write the poem.

This poetry meeting is originally a gathering of literati, and it is naturally impossible for those who can be regarded as the lords to be ignorant of pen and ink.So the operability of this game is quite strong.

Feng Ran was originally "illiterate", and she had no interest in such an elegant game.Seeing the people in front of her nervously passing the "hot" cup, she made herself a cup of tea leisurely, squinting her eyes and slowly sipping on the pastries on the table.

Just when she was about to lament the sweetness of the tea, the drumbeat stopped suddenly, and for a moment, everyone looked in her direction.

Fengran was a little confused, and she didn't realize it until someone reminded her that the cup fell in front of her.

"..."

Seeing Sun Zhilan's malicious smile, Feng Ran finally understood how the cup got into her hands.

Now that everyone is watching, she is too embarrassed to sit still.

She didn't touch the cup, but stood up and asked the drummer: "Passing the cup with the drum is about handwriting, but this cup fell on my desk, not in my hand. So I’m afraid it’s impossible to count?”

"Miss San's remark is wrong. When it comes to passing on cups and writing poems, poetry is secondary. The main thing is to play music. Miss San is not ignorant of literary and ink, so why should she be so serious?" said the drummer.

Fengran naturally knew this truth, but she couldn't do it for a while without the situation or preparation.

But people's words are all about this point, if she still refuses, it will be too much fun.

While speaking, the pen and ink had already been handed to the table in front of her.

After thinking about it for a while, Feng Ran decided to tamper with Song Ci first to solve the urgent need.

In any case, this event is done casually, and the subject matter is not limited.

She wrote down:
Jianghan West comes to the tall buildings, and the spring scenery of Jinjiang still comes with it.

Min'e Yunlang said enthusiastically about the ruthless scenery here.

I advise you to stop reading Jiang Biao's biography, which is a pity for a mad man.

Laughing alone at the matter of scholars fighting for the bottom line, Huang Zu and Cao Gong are all floating around.

The envoy also composes poems about banishing immortals, and must sing and dance to be free from worries.

Fortunately, this fictional era is similar to that of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and many of the allusions in this poem can also be found in books of this era, so she doesn't have to worry about making jokes by using the wrong allusions.

Originally, those who saw her shirk thought that it was because of her false name, which was not of practical use.But as soon as this poem came out, some people gasped in admiration, while others couldn't help it.

It is some elders who are admiring, because even they find it hard to believe that someone can write such a passionate poem about parting, and it is even more difficult to believe that such a passionate poem was written by a woman.

Some young scholars who feel that they can't hold back their faces, when they see the poem "Laughing alone and fighting for the bottom line, Huang Zu and Cao Gong are all floating around", all of them feel ashamed and flustered.

"What a 'Laughing Scholar Fighting for the Bottom'." Even Shen Junyu, who had been silent since just now, couldn't help being amazed after reading this poem.

It's just that the fly in the ointment is that this word is really poorly written.

　The fox temporarily used a previous song that was changed from Song Ci. I forgot which big guy changed it (sorry), let’s watch it first~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)