Accord, in front of the window.

Li Tianlan sat opposite Tang Ning and had been looking at him for a long time.

Losers don't lose battles, and Tang Ning also looked up at her.

After a while, Li Tianlan finally couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you want to do?" ”

He had just written ten poems, and she had watched him write ten, and when she wrote the first one, she felt that his poem was indeed worthy of its name, and when she wrote the second poem, she felt that his poems were even more powerful than the rumors, and when she wrote the third poem, she thought that he was the best person she knew and could write poetry.

When she wrote the tenth song, she thought he was crazy.

throwing out ten excellent Shangyuan poems in such a high-profile manner is not like something that a person who often talks about "a little understanding" would do.

"I just came to Beijing, and I'm running out of entanglements, so use this method to make some entanglements." Tang Ning looked at her and explained, "Write a few more songs, insurance." ”

Li Tianlan looked at him and asked, "Do you think I will believe it?" ”

Tang Ning stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, pointed to another Accord, and said: "I have a blood feud with the Tang family of Jingshi, and there is the second young master of the Tang family, who is shameless and bought ten poems, and wants to win the first place tonight, I don't want to see him proud, so I will use these poems to smash him to death, it's that simple." ”

Li Tianlan looked at him for a long time, and then said: "If you don't have enough entanglement, tell me, I'll give it to you, you do this, it's insulting to Sven." ”

A manly man, when he encounters difficulties, he should rise to the occasion and solve his own problems.

If he even has to pay for his living expenses, then what has become of him?

Since ancient times, the Lantern Festival is a very important festival, there are countless poems talking about the Lantern Festival, even if Su Shi, Qin Guan, Xin Qiji, Ouyang Xiu, these ancients who existed can not be copied, but there is less than half of the Tang Dynasty, and there is a Qingzhao girl who has never appeared, the Ming Dynasty has been Zuo for three hundred years, how many poems can be copied?

I'm sorry, Cui Ye Cui Yushi, I'm sorry, Qingzhao girl, I'm sorry, Shuzhen girl, I'm sorry, Dongyang University scholar......

Throwing out the works of different styles of various dynasties and poets, saying that insulting Sven is light, this is a ten-fold split personality, and the popular point is neurosis.

But since you have decided to do it, you have to do it without fail.

Li Tianlan looked at him, didn't ask any more, and looked in the direction of the Accord he was pointing at just now.

……

Natural dwelling, on the high platform of the main hall.

A white-haired old man took a sip of tea and asked, "Are there any other poems to be sent?" ”

"Nope." The old man in Tsing Yi looked left and right and said, "It's almost time, why don't you just set these ten songs and ask Miss Su Mei to come out." ”

"That's what I mean." The white-haired old man nodded, and just as he got up, suddenly a man ran up to the high platform and placed a stack of papers on the table in front of him.

"I'm just taking it out now, what did you do just now?" The white-haired old man looked at him, frowned, and said, "Today's poetry club no longer accepts new works, so you can take it." ”

Xiao Fu thought for a while, looked at him and said, "Then I'll tell Grandpa Xiao when I go back that today's poetry will not accept new works." ”

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, looked at him again, pursed his lips, and said: "The Lantern Festival Poetry Club only comes once a year, and the opportunity is not easy, so the old man will make an exception today." ”

Xiao Jue Xiao Xiao Grandpa is something he can't afford to provoke, and he even has in his heart that as long as this poem is not too bad, he will give him a face and put it in these ten poems, so as not to make trouble for Xiao Grandpa Xiao in the future.

He glanced down, his face was slightly different, he sat down again, looked at the few people around him, and said, "You guys come and see ......"

"The jade leaks the silver kettle and don't urge, the iron lock is open. Who can sit idly when they see the moon? Where do you not see the lights? One person stroked his beard and said: "Yes, this is the first quatrain I saw today, in a few words, the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in Beijing is exhausted, Xiao Xiaogong bought ......, and the poem he wrote is not bad." ”

"In the Tang Dynasty, Cui Li had five songs of "Shangyuan Night", which were swan songs, and they were also seven uniques, and this poem seems to be even better."

"You also thought of this, if you put this song together, the old man thought that Cui Li's "Shangyuan Night" wrote six songs......"

"So, this poem should be among the top ten?"

"Come in."

"It's at the top of the top ten."

The white-haired old man nodded and said, "If this poem is entered, one of the ten poems must be eliminated......

He thought for a while and said: "Tang Zhao's last song "Yuan Ri" is ranked at the end of the top ten, and this song "Shangyuan Night" is used to replace his "Yuan Day", everyone has no opinion, right?" ”

Everyone nodded.

The old man in the green shirt glanced in the direction of a certain Accord and responded, "It should be so." ”

"Then ......" The white-haired old man handed over the poem, and was about to speak, his expression was stunned, he looked at his hand, and said in surprise: "And?" ”

He looked at a poem written on the second piece of paper, his expression stunned.

As if realizing something, he set the second sheet aside and looked at the third.

And then there's the fourth.

The fifth.

……

The tenth.

Exactly ten.

After coming back to his senses, he sat down on the table, and couldn't help but look at a certain Accord upstairs.

In the pavilion, Xiao Jue looked at Xiao Fu who walked in from the outside and asked, "What did you do?" ”

Xiao Fu immediately said: "Back to the little grandfather, I helped Tang Gongzi send a few poems." ”

Xiao Jue looked at Tang Ning in surprise and asked, "Are you also interested in the prize of Natural Residence this time?" ”

Nonsense, who is not interested in money, he is not Tang Xiaoxiao, he has such a rich father, and it is not him Xiao Jue, who has a lot of money, and he does not worry about eating and drinking.

He looked at Xiao Jue and asked, "If you can win the top, how much will they give?" ”

"How much?" Xiao Jue glanced at him in surprise and said, "It seems to be a thousand taels." ”

The Natural House will offer a thousand taels of silver to the leader of the poetry club, which is mainly for those students from poor families, children of families like Tang Zhao, who must be interested in the opportunity to be alone with Su Mei and make friends.

Natural Ju has been based in Beijing for so many years, and the relationship network is extremely complex, and it can be connected with Su Mei, the shopkeeper of Natural Juming, but it is not something that can be measured by just a thousand taels or ten thousand taels of silver.

"A thousand taels?"

Tang Ning originally thought that he could make many rich children with deep backgrounds in Jingshi, including Xiao Jue, tempted, and how could he get 10,000 taels of silver, but he didn't expect to give 1,000 taels, and the gap between him and his expectation was too big.

He underestimated the stinginess of the natural residence, and also overestimated the pursuit of the children of these families in Jingshi.

However, he didn't have the so-called reward in mind.

No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and a thousand taels is a huge amount of money for him.

Another Accord.

The young man named Tang Zhao frowned and asked, "There are only two left?" ”

Liu Li said with some embarrassment: "Originally, there were three songs, but at the last moment, Grandpa Xiao also sent one, and those people should not want to lose his face, so they sent him up to make up the ......."

He smiled and continued: "What's more, I have also bought most of the selected people, and if Miss Su Mei chooses them, they will also give us the opportunity." ”

When Tang Zhao heard this, his face softened slightly.

On the high platform below, the faces of several judges were extremely complicated.

The white-haired old man pursed his dry lips and asked, "What should I do?" ”

A person beside him smiled bitterly: "I don't know." ”

They had already chosen the final ten pieces.

But at the last moment, Grandpa Xiao sent ten more poems, although none of them were signed, but what came out of Grandpa Xiao's room could it be someone else's?

These ten poems are all Shangyuan poems, and each of them is of extremely high standard, making them unable to choose.

The poems have pastoral, sideways, bold words, graceful, ambitious men, and women's boudoirs, simple scenes, and both scenes and lyrics, impassioned descriptions of the grand scenery of Shangyuan, praise of the great rivers and mountains, and the sadness and misery of being alone, revealing the mourning for the deceased husband.

When did Grandpa Xiao go to the border gate?

When did he kill her husband?

Even if it's made up blindly, you can't make it up like this......

They thought that the second young master of the Tang family was shameless enough, but they didn't expect that as soon as the little grandfather Xiao came out, the second young master of the Tang family was not even worthy of the qualifications to lift shoes for him.

He is so shameless, he is so shameless!