After hearing the praise of Wen Ge Lao in front of him for the poem he had just recited, Ruan Di finally relieved his heart, as long as it didn't have already appeared, he couldn't bear a reputation for plagiarism at this time.

She looked at Wen Ge Lao in front of her, and she still couldn't help but feel a little guilty in her heart, this poem has nothing to do with herself, if it really has anything to do with it, it is also because she read this poem out here, which made this poem shine in this era, but for the author of this poem, she still didn't dare to respond like this.

After weighing all kinds of pros and cons, after all, she still couldn't resist the weakness in her heart, looking at Wen Ge Lao in front of her, she still decided to tell Wen Ge Lao in front of her the true source of this poem.

"Old Wen Ge, in fact, this poem was not made by me, but I heard an old man read it when I was young, and I thought it was quite charming, so I kept it in my heart, and you praised me like this, but it made me a little ashamed."

Looking at Ruan Di standing in front of him with a hint of guilt on his face, Wen Ge Lao's face showed a hint of appreciation, although it is a little regrettable that the author of this poem is not Ruan Di, but no one else knows about this matter, even if Ruan Di said that this poem was made by himself, everyone will not know, but Ruan Di in front of him did not attribute the credit of this poem to himself, but told the truth of the matter.

Ruan Di in front of this kind of fame and wealth is not greedy at all, if he changes his words, he can't guarantee that he will be unmoved by this fame, but Ruan Di in front of him has done it.

Looking at Ruan Di in front of him, the appreciation in Wen Ge's eyes became more obvious.

But this kind of appreciation is not the same thing in the eyes of others, Ruan Rou and Shen Miaoyin who are standing on the side are both red-eyed people, and everyone is very red-eyed, but everyone is at most because Ruan Di in front of him has been favored by this Wen Ge Lao and has such good luck, and they remember this poem that Wen Ge Lao is full of.

He silently praised Ruan Di in front of him for not coveting wealth and nobility in his heart, and at this time, only Ruan Rou and Shen Miaoyin's eyes were more dazzling.

Ruan Rou didn't care about the poem that Ruan Di had just recited, but she had a little blushing at Ruan Tao, who had just said in Wen Ge's mouth, boasting about Ruan Di in front of him.

Obviously, he had face in front of so many ladies before, and he was also the best one in the circle of nobles in the capital, even his grandmother Yuan Kailan would praise himself before, and his father would praise him from time to time, but he never praised himself in front of outsiders.

can make his father, who is not smiling at him, praise him in front of Wen Ge Lao, could it be that Ruan Di in front of him has great wisdom that is different from ordinary people? Otherwise, how could it be that even the eldest brother who has always been diligent has not been praised like this?

Thinking of this, Ruan Rou felt even more resentful of Ruan Di standing in front of Wen Ge Lao, and the jealousy in her heart was like grass in spring, growing rapidly.

And Shen Miaoyin, who was standing on the side, looked at Ruan Di in front of him and could actually get the favor of Wen Ge Lao, but as a Shen Mansion who had spent a lot of money to cultivate himself, he could only stand aside as a foil, with such an identity, how could Shen Miaoyin endure this breath? I couldn't help but speak: "It's just that I heard it from others, what's there to be proud of?" ”

Everyone present couldn't help frowning when they heard her words, and the Wen Ge Lao who was sitting in the first place was naturally no exception, the concubine cultivated by the Shen Mansion turned out to be such a small-bellied chicken intestine, and she couldn't tolerate anyone, and before he could think about it, he heard Lou Zhen, who was standing beside Ruan Di, speak.

"It's true that this poem wasn't made by Mrs. Qi, but so what? She could have kept the poem for herself, and who would know? But Mrs. Qi didn't have it, but told everyone the whole thing, and now it doesn't matter who this poem is, the important thing is that Mrs. Qi's mind is not inferior to men, or even better than men. ”

"Lou Zhen, you ......" Shen Miaoyin looked at the down-and-out Lou Zhen, and her heart was even more angry, why did she go against herself one after another today? Even if this Ruan Di is not, this Lou Zhen is not proficient in any poetry, and he dares to make a big deal of nonsense here?

"Isn't that so?" Lou Zhen in front of him didn't look at Shen Miaoyin, who was standing on the side, and continued to speak, "If you meet that old man and write down this poem, what will you do?" Do you keep the poem for yourself, or do you tell the truth of the matter? ”

Listening to her words, everyone couldn't help but lower their heads and think about it carefully, and a few young ladies and young talents who were still a little unconvinced also blushed suddenly, understood Lou Zhen's tiger, and admired Lou Zhen in front of them even more.

Looking at Lou Zhen, who was standing in front of him, the light in Wen Shen's eyes was even greater.

And the elder Wen Ge, who was sitting in the first place, had already frowned tightly when he heard Shen Miaoyin's shout, he never looked at the appearance of people, he valued his personal character more.

He had also heard of the name Lou Zhen from Mrs. Wen's mouth, but there were a lot of rumors about her at that time, so he didn't say much, but agreed to let the young ladies of the Lou family and the Shen family compete fairly.

In fact, for Wen Shen's final choice, in fact, he still has to favor Shen Miaoyin in his heart, not only because Shen Miaoyin often comes to Wen Mansion to accompany Mrs. Wen, and her filial piety is commendable, but also because she heard that Miss Lou is already as fat as a pig, and such a woman naturally cannot be the wife of the eldest grandson of the Wen family.

But now that he saw it, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's really a rumor, where is this Lou Zhen the rumored appearance, although it is not as delicate as Shen Miaoyin, but it is just right, and the appearance of the whole person looks very elegant.

Especially the words she said, it was obvious that she was several times stronger than Shen Miaoyin, who could only be jealous.

But he didn't speak, but let Shen Miaoyin in front of him speak: "You are not proficient in composing poetry, and you can't even play well in drinking, what do you know?" ”

Shen Miaoyin's face showed a faint disdain, if other girls would have been ashamed, but Lou Zhen in front of her did not cover her face and run away in shame, but stepped forward and said loudly.

"That's right, I'm really not proficient in poetry, I have never denied it, I just think the artistic conception of this poem is very good, and what I admire more is Mrs. Qi's mind!"

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