Many of the readers suddenly cheered.

Zhang Pu, Wu Weiye, Wu Changshi and others came in, and the bustard's mother also greeted them with a humble smile on her face.

Zhang Pu's side, a thin middle-aged man with a beard, his expression was arrogant, his eyes were like no one, the strange thing was that the people around him seemed to be centered on him, and even Zhang Pu and others also showed respect for this person.

"Qingyang, Mr. Qian Qianyi is also here today, I can't tell you first, don't blame me."

Zheng Xunrui nodded slightly, he didn't expect that on such an occasion, Qian Qianyi also came, Qian Qianyi, who is almost at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, has indeed a great influence in Jiangnan, the leader of the Donglin Party was once promoted to be a cabinet minister, but it was bad luck, otherwise he would have already controlled the government.

Yang Tingshu looked at Qian Qianyi's eyes softly, but when he looked at Zhang Pu and others, there was obvious hatred, the scene that happened just now, he would not forget it, now Zhang Pu is not a big talent in his eyes, there are problems with his character, how can he be respected, look at these scholars in Suzhou, at least they don't have hospitality, aren't they influenced by Zhang Pu and others, such an atmosphere spreads, what kind of good reputation can Suzhou have.

In fact, Zhang Pu and others can't be blamed, they really didn't make such an arrangement, it's just that there are too many people in the Restoration Society, and there are always a group of scholars who like to praise Zhang Pu, these people are not successful enough to lose more than anything, thinking that this can suppress Zheng Xunrui's momentum, but they don't know that it is counterproductive.

Zheng Xunrui's eyes looked at Yang Yi and Gu Menglin, and he found that the eyes of the two looking at Zhang Pu were not very friendly, and he was secretly happy in his heart, and felt that this was the biggest gain.

On the second floor of Meiqing Building, many girls stood in the corridor, looking at the situation below, not laughing, it was obvious that when Zhang Pu came in, the girls laughed the most.

"Brother Qingyang, Brother Huaidou, Mr. Qian is also here today, specially to participate in the poetry competition, the two of you will not have an opinion."

"I can't ask for it, since it's a poetry competition, there is no need for other cumbersome plots, how about going straight to the point."

Zheng Xunrui saluted Qian Qianyi with a fist, but did not directly express his respect, this is his deliberate decision, he needs to draw a clear line with the Donglin Party, especially in the face of Qian Qianyi, the leader of the Donglin Party, since he is not ready to join the Fushe, he will not join the Donglin Party.

Zheng Xunrui's attitude caused whispers of discussion around him, but Qian Qianyi's coughing voice stopped these discussions.

"Qingyang, you are Ying Tianfu Xiao Sanyuan, your knowledge is not ordinary, today's poetry competition, the old man must come to see it, it is a great blessing to be able to witness the exchange between young and young people."

Zheng Xunrui looked at Qian Qianyi, worthy of being an old Jianghu, and his words did not leak.

Zhang Pu also spoke at this time.

"Since it is a poetry competition, and it was proposed by Brother Qingyang, please also ask Brother Qingyang to set the rules."

There are rules for the poems, or the wind and snow, or the flowers, birds, plants, etc., in short, a theme is needed, and then the two people of the poem will write poems around this theme, and see whose poems are good, who wins.

"I'm not used to setting any rules, since it's a poetry competition, then get rid of the shackles of a qiē, and take out the poems that you are proud of, whether it's the wind and snow, or the flowers, birds, plants, and trees, it's okay."

The surroundings are instantly quiet, and the difficulty of the poems without themes is certainly less, but there are often amazing verses, and this kind of poetry competition generally appears among those famous poets all over the world.

In terms of age, Zhang Pu is already twenty-eight years old, Zheng Xunrui is only fifteen years old, in terms of knowledge accumulation, Zhang Pu undoubtedly occupies a great advantage, such an advantage has a decisive role in the poetry competition without setting up the theme.

Yang Tingshu, who was sitting next to him, was also a little anxious, he didn't expect Zheng Xunrui to say this, after all, it was a poetry competition in Suzhou, and the opponent was Zhang Pu, where there was a game before it started, so he put himself in a disadvantageous position.

Zhang Pu was also stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Zheng Xunrui to say this, isn't this too arrogant, or confident.

"Brother Qingyang has really decided, wouldn't it be advantageous to take advantage of this."

"It doesn't matter, it's Brother Tianru who comes first, or who comes first."

The whispered discussion that appeared just now disappeared in an instant, and no one thought that as a famous reader, Zheng Xunrui was so bold and did not have any politeness, and went directly to the topic.

"It's a battle in the next, since Brother Qingyang said so, let's come first."

The surroundings are quieter, without the slightest sound, and the poems need to be thought, preferably undisturbed.

Half a quarter of an hour passed, and after Zhang Pu took a few steps in the middle, he slowly spoke.

"A round of bright moon was reunited, only to be covered by clouds and feel disabled. If you want to make lovesickness from now on, it is easy to look at you. ”

The girl upstairs heard this poem, and someone exclaimed, indeed this is a poem recited from the perspective of an infatuated woman, expressing Xiàn out of her thoughts about her lover, and the artistic conception is still good.

There were also cheers around, and some people even shouted good poems directly.

Zhang Pu had just read it out, and before he had time to express his feelings, Zheng Xunrui spoke.

"Since Brother Tianru is a poem that starts with one word, let's also have a poem below."

Looking at Zheng Xunrui's eyes at this moment, he couldn't say clearly, on the one hand, he felt that Zheng Xunrui didn't seem to know how to be polite, and he didn't know how to praise it, and secondly, he had to wait until Zhang Pu sighed.

"A lily and a flat boat, a silk fiber and a hook. A song and a bottle of wine, a person fishing alone in the autumn. ”

The comparison of the two poems, the artistic conception is needless to say, and Zheng Xunrui has an obvious upper hand.

The surroundings were very quiet, even Qian Qianyi frowned, no one thought that Zheng Xunrui would be able to recite a poem in such a short period of time, which was obviously stronger than Zhang Pu.

Zhang Pu's face was slightly red, and he didn't comment on Zheng Xunrui's poem, and spoke again.

"In the second poem below, please also ask Brother Qingyang to be correct."

"Far away from the Huabiao entrance, don't be lazy and crippled. Jin Pan struck several autumn evenings, and the double flies brought the white clouds back. ”

The applause reappeared, but for the first time, the voice was much weaker, and there were very few people who echoed it.

This poem is okay, the key is to recite it in such a short period of time, it is not simple, according to Zhang Pu's identity, he must be embarrassed to take out the previous poems.

Zheng Xunrui didn't hesitate, didn't even have extra words, and waited until Zhang Pu finished reciting, and then spoke directly.

"The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

The surroundings were quiet in an instant, even Qian Qianyi was moved, I didn't expect Zheng Xunrui to recite two poems in such a short period of time, and the artistic conception was very good, far stronger than the poems made by Zhang Pu, it should be said that at this time, Gao Xia would have come out a long time ago, and there was no need to continue the game later.

Zhang Pu's face began to turn red, in such a short period of time, the two poems recited by Zheng Xunrui were stronger than him, and it could be said that he had completely defeated him.

"The first two capitals are Brother Tianru who came first, and the third one came first."

Zheng Xunrui walked to the middle, bowed his head slightly, and then raised his head.

"Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon. The night is like a ring, the night is into Jue, if it is like the moon wheel is finally bright, and the ice and snow are hot. Without that dust, it is easy to die. The swallow remains, said the soft curtain hook. Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly. ”

The surrounding was as quiet as death, Qian Qianyi slowly stood up, looked at Zheng Xunrui, his eyes showed an unbelievable look, Zhang Pu at this moment, his face turned blue, and he muttered the poem that Zheng Xunrui had just recited, he couldn't chant it again, he couldn't make such a swan song.

In the unbearable silence, Zhang Pu hugged his fist at Zheng Xunrui.

"Brother Qingyang's writing is superb, he is ashamed of himself, he is willing to bow to the wind, this third poem, there is no need to recite it."

Zheng Xunrui was slightly stunned for a moment, and he had a good impression of Zhang Pu in his heart.

"Brother Tianru doesn't have to care, this poetry competition, aimed at exchanging and learning, is a leisure matter after dinner, Brother Tianru's "Five Tombstones" word by word, touching, in the next has been read many times, emotional, and Brother Tianru impassioned momentum comparison, in the next is ashamed of itself."

Zhang Pu's face turned red again.

"Brother Qingyang is generous, and his bearing is a model for my generation, he apologizes for the day before yesterday, but he still wants to invite Qingyang, how can he be in the next place, and tomorrow he will also set up a banquet to make amends in the Taibai Restaurant, Brother Qingyang and Brother Huaidou must be there in person, and since then, in front of Brother Qingyang, I dare not mention the matter of literature again."

As soon as Zhang Pu finished speaking, Qian Qianyi also spoke.

"Okay, tomorrow's banquet, the old man must also go, you young and handsome, don't dislike the old man, Qingyang Xiaoyou, extraordinary bearing, outstanding literary talent, really the Ming Dynasty's handsome man, these three poems, the artistic conception is far-reaching, the old man can't make it, tomorrow I still want to ask Qingyang Xiaoyou for advice."

There were whispered discussions all around again, and occasionally someone read out the Magnolia Flower Order, comparing the two poems, both in terms of style and artistic conception, which were wonderful.

At this point, no one dares to doubt Zheng Xunrui's literary brilliance, and it was from this time that Zheng Xunrui's reputation spread completely in Suzhou Mansion, so that many heroes in Suzhou were completely suppressed.

Zheng Xunrui smiled slightly, hugged his fists at Zhang Pu and Qian Qianyi, and said the words that it was better to be respectful than obeying, and together with Yang Tingshu, he turned around and left Mei Qinglou, in his heart, he had already made a decision, after tomorrow's banquet, leave Suzhou quickly, don't continue to stay here, that would be asking for trouble, think about how many scholars there are in Suzhou, if they all want to come to ask for advice and learn, it is estimated that he will not be able to leave during the New Year.