Everyone thinks that I created cultivation

Perhaps it was to appease Mu Xin's fright, or to consider the senior who carved poems for Mu Xin.The literati are full of praise when they appreciate it, unlike other poems that are praised and criticized.The time spent appreciating this poem is obviously more than other poems.

Even though the time was much longer than the others, Mu Xin was still a bit reluctant when he stepped down.

She tried her best on stage to attract Yu Chengyuan's attention, but failed to achieve any results.Stepping into the crowd, it was even more impossible for Yu Chengyuan to notice her again.

Mu Xin was reluctant to give up, but there was not much hesitation in his actions.He saluted the literati in the audience and stepped off the stage from the left.

The high platform built in the center can be left from the left and right sides, but the stairs to the second floor are on the right side, so most of the talented women who came to the stage before exited from the right side.

After Mu Xin stepped down from the stage, he paused, as if aware of his negligence.The next moment, she took another step, walking past the front row of literati as if nothing had happened.

The people in the front row are Mu Ze and his party, and Mu Jin and Yu Chengyuan, who he personally arranged, are also there.

Mu Xin acted as if nothing had happened on the surface, but his walking speed was much faster than usual.A ray of fragrant wind blew by, and her figure had already walked to the front of the stairs.

Many people saw that a red silk handkerchief slipped from her cuff.

"Mu Cainu, you lost your silk handkerchief." Liu Yu glanced at the silk handkerchief on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and did not pick it up directly.

The moment he hesitated, Mu Ze stepped forward and picked up Sipa.

Mu Xinfu turned back and took Sipa from Mu Ze.

When the silk handkerchief fell, literati with some martial arts skills had already seen the content on the silk handkerchief in all directions.

The poems written on the silk handkerchief are exactly the poems of this poetry competition. They are not written overnight like talented scholars, but are embroidered on the silk handkerchief with fine needles and threads.

Every woman on stage recited poems with such a silk handkerchief.However, the patterns embroidered on both sides of silk handkerchief are different, one side is landscape and the other side is poetry.

Since Mu Xin's poems were embroidered on the silk handkerchief, the woman who recited the poems before should be too.

Embroidery is not like pen and ink. If the writing is not good, just change to another piece of rice paper and start over. It is impossible to do it well in a short time.

They are willing to embroider poems on the handkerchief, obviously they are extremely satisfied.This must be a work after careful consideration, and has even been praised by others.

If Mu Xin's silk handkerchief hadn't slipped off, these literati students who are not familiar with embroidery would really not know that there is actually winter on this little silk handkerchief, they would just think that they wrote small poems on the silk handkerchief with pen and ink.

"Why did you leave your poems behind? You weren't so reckless in the past." Mu Ze's tone was somewhat helpless.

Mu Xin didn't respond directly like in the past, and even made Mu Ze speechless.She just tightened her handkerchief, a slightly stiff smile appeared on her face.

When the literati saw Mu Xin's reaction like this, they were stunned.

Seeing Mu Xin exchanging poems with them before, I thought she didn't take Yu Chengyuan's reprimand to heart.Now it seems that it's not that she didn't take the reprimand to heart, but that she knows the seriousness of the matter and doesn't want to disturb their interest.

It would be difficult for them to accept Yu Chengyuan's embarrassing words, let alone Mu Xin, a young woman who is as careful as she is.

Mu Xin is very knowledgeable, even if it is difficult to accept, he will focus on poetry competition.If it were any other woman, I'm afraid she would not just look at Yu Chengyuan with resentful eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar woman in green gown downstairs, and Mu Xin spoke nonchalantly. "I'm going upstairs first, and the poems I appreciate later are even more exciting, don't miss them."

"Definitely, definitely!" Everyone nodded after hearing this, as if the little accident just now hadn't happened.

A nobleman sitting not far from Mu Ze spoke even more. "Brother Ze is really enviable!"

"Where, where. My sister has always been pampered, and she rarely encounters such a situation today. If there is something wrong, please forgive me." Mu Ze politely apologized to everyone, but he couldn't stop looking at Yu Chengyuan .

Mu Ze took the box from Mu Xin and handed it to the waiter, asking the waiter to arrange the order.Before that, he didn't know that these women's poems were all embroidered on silk handkerchiefs.

Sipa fell between Yu Chengyuan and Mu Jin, and the two saw it very clearly, obviously it was impossible to ignore it.

Mu Xin also knew that he could not change his impression in Yu Chengyuan's heart, so he simply pulled the talented women who participated in this poetry meeting today into the same situation.

In this way, Yu Chengyuan's dissatisfaction with her can be somewhat diverted.Her performance of understanding the general situation and the overall situation can also add points to her.

From the moment he stepped down, all accidents that occurred were within Mu Xin's calculations.

"It doesn't matter." The wits were smiling, and they were very proud of Mu Ze.

Yu Chengyuan, whom Mu Ze cared most about, seemed oblivious to his words.

I saw Yu Chengyuan casually glanced at the woman on the stage, and then looked away the next moment.

With just one glance, Yu Chengyuan has already seen the silk handkerchief in the woman's hand.Although the poem is on the other side, he can see it clearly for him who already has a certain degree of spiritual consciousness.The words on the silk handkerchief are indeed not written with pen and ink, but embroidered with needles and threads.

At the poetry competition, talented women have been writing poems on silk handkerchiefs to distinguish them from literati.

The reason why such a habit is formed is mainly because there was once a non-gender poetry competition in history, and there was a rare situation where no talented woman was selected.There was such a scene that both men and women lost interest in the poetry competition, and the huge poetry competition ended hastily.

Since then, as long as men and women participate in poetry competitions at the same time, they will be reviewed separately.Compare men with men, and women with women, and choose the corresponding number.

Although the atmosphere of worshiping the country is relatively open, women's belongings are still taboo for gentlemen.

Although Yu Chengyuan said he didn't care about the style of a gentleman, he didn't have the habit of peeking at women's personal belongings at will.

Especially, if you don't think it's necessary.Sipa is not a special case and did not attract his attention.The women on the stage will recite the poems sooner or later, and few people will go to spy in advance.

If Mu Xin hadn't made such a move, Yu Chengyuan would never have suspected that there was any mystery in Sipa.

It was just an accident, if it was Mu Xin's preparations in advance.Mu Xin's scheming is probably even higher than her brother's.

The Mu family should not be underestimated.

Thoughts turn and turn, reality is but a moment.

Yu Chengyuan glanced at Mu Jin beside him, seeing that Mu Jin seemed to be listening carefully to the people on the stage reciting poems, he also sank down.

As they did at the beginning, the two only listened to the conversation and did not express their opinions.

With the previous accident, no one would take the initiative to ask him to speak.

The appreciation of the [-] poems by the literati is also over, and a poetry competition will come to an end.

Mu Ze waved his hand at Wang Rui and took back some papers from him. "There are a few brothers who came later and missed the first selection of poems. These poems are all in my hands. What do you think should be done?"

Knowing that Yu Chengyuan's poems are also among them, Mu Ze dare not ignore them.But he doesn't have the guts to let people appreciate and comment directly.The best way is naturally to let Yu Chengyuan make his own decision.

This sentence seemed to be asking everyone, but in fact it was just Mu Ze asking Yu Chengyuan.

"Although this poetry competition was held temporarily, a message was sent out early in the morning. The capital is so big, and those who really want to participate in the poetry competition have already rushed over as soon as possible. Those who came late obviously have no interest in the poetry competition itself. I don't care much."

Yu Chengyuan put down the cup in his hand, he didn't care much about the Sai Shihui. "Those who don't care about the poetry competition, how can they care about the honor of being publicly appreciated."

Whether he cares or not is just an excuse, Yu Chengyuan really doesn't want his works to be appreciated publicly.Naturally, it's not that his works are shameful, but that these people don't have the honor to let him read them in person.

"This statement is very true." Mu Ze instantly understood what Yu Chengyuan meant, and was not surprised by this.He directly followed Yu Chengyuan's intentions, "Since that's the case, the poetry competition will officially end here. Thank you brothers for giving Mu some face and participating in this poetry competition."

"Brother Ze is too polite." As soon as he finished speaking, someone echoed him.

"If brother Ze holds a poetry competition in the future, you must notify me."

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The literati disembarked one after another, and Liu Yu also left with Mu Jin.

After a while, there were only a few people left on the cruise ship.

"It's getting late, I should go too." Guan Wenkang glanced at the sky that was about to darken, with a somewhat ambiguous smile.

Naturally, he didn't return home like other literati. In fact, as a famous prodigal son, he had no fixed place to live in the capital and spent most of his time in the brothel.

"Wait a minute, Brother Wenkang." Mu Ze hurriedly stopped Guan Wenkang. "Brother Cheng and Brother Mu's poems, you must have read them, right?!"

"After I reviewed the poems, I just let the two of them enter." Although Guan Wenkang wanted to hide the content of the poems, but when reviewing the poems, so many eyes were on him, and many people knew his photographic memory. , cannot be evaded at all.

"Brother Cheng's criticism hits the nail on the head, and the cultivation of poetry and prose must be profound. I am a little curious, so please ask Wenkang to help me out." Mu Ze looked very interested in poetry, and did not mention the identities of the two in a word.

Guan Wenkang nodded, and walked back to the cabin, "It's easy."

"I grind for Young Master Guan." Wang Rui was also very active.

"Okay." Guan Wenkang wrote the poem, but he didn't say which poem was written by who.

As soon as the two poems are up and down, the author is not marked.The reason why Guan Wenkang was able to guess who the author was was more due to their temperament, writing style and poetic style.He hoped that Mu Ze and the others would confuse the authors of the two poems, but the two had distinct styles, so this possibility was extremely unlikely.

Mu Ze did not confuse the authors of these two poems, it is really difficult to connect Yu Chengyuan with the fresh and elegant style because of Yu Chengyuan's character.

What's more, they knew that Mu Jin was Yu Chengyuan's master.

Yu Chengyuan had just started his apprenticeship, so he was kind of flattering to Mu Jin, although it was surprising but acceptable.If Mu Jin catered to Yu Chengyuan, they would be shocked instead.

Mu Xin on the side looked at the two poems thoughtfully.

She originally thought that Yu Chengyuan's apprenticeship with Mu Jin was really just to leave behind a master.Looking at the content of this poem now, Yu Chengyuan's respect for Mu Jin is more or less sincere.Mu Jin is much more chic than she imagined.It's not bad to be someone he cherishes.