After chanting one of the poems, there were cheers around him. He was worthy of being a talented man from the Imperial College. His poem not only satisfies the theme of the poetry meeting, but also expresses his admiration for the courtesan Li Shishi, which kills two birds with one stone.

Didn’t you see a faint purple robe floating out of the slightly open window in the Yalou? It was obviously the mistress’s implicit response.

Wang Tong, who was sitting in the upper position, stroked his beard and showed a smile. Although Master Cui Ren's poem does not conform to Yan Fu's hidden thread on the theme of "Xingle", to be honest, in places like Fanlou, a talented man like Master Cui Ren is the most popular. Thinking back then, wasn't he such a literary and elegant young man?

Even Yan Fu shook his head, stretched his eyebrows, and swept away his original seriousness, and he smiled and pointed at Master Cui Ren.

Although he was not very satisfied with Cheng Dong's poem just now, Teacher Cui Ren's interruption made him laugh and cry, and also untie the shackles deep in his heart that pursue ultimate perfection in everything.

Yes, everyone came to Fanlou to have fun, but now the poetry meeting is based on [Enjoyment]. If you repeatedly worry about whether the poetry must conform to the examiner's thoughts, wouldn't it be dancing in shackles? Now it's not an imperial examination, it's just a poetry meeting. Why should you be so meticulous?

"This Master Cui In is really... a bastard, do you still want to be a poet..."

Yan Fu pretended to scold, but his eyes were filled with smiles.

"Teacher Cui Ren has already won the heart of Miss Shishi. What does it matter if he or she has the title of the poet? Miss Shishi can dance a song for the poet [Phoenix Seeking a Phoenix], but once Teacher Cui Ren's poem is released, she can make her a guest who enters the curtain. Compared with the two, which is more important... Haha, it cannot be told by outsiders, it is wonderful, it is wonderful..."

Wang Dao laughed happily.

After the two poems of Cheng Dong and Cui Renshi were written, the atmosphere of writing poetry in the entire inner courtyard also opened up. No matter whether the poem is good or bad, everyone would write one or two poems to appreciate each other. When they encounter outstanding ones, they naturally couldn't wait to give them to Yan Fu and Wang Tong, hoping to get the slightest comments from the two great scholars.

"Teacher Choi In, I also wrote a poem."

Just as Master Cui Ren and his classmates chewed each other's poems and sentences, Zhang Erhe led a few playboys to Master Cui Ren fiercely.

"Hey, Zhang Erhe, when will you write poetry?"

Teacher Cui Ren put down his pen and made another new poem. Yan Fu was his teacher. He knew very well the connotation of the teacher's question. The first poem was for the confidant he loved, but the second poem was in line with the metaphor of the teacher's question. Otherwise, when he returned to the Imperial College, he would definitely not be able to avoid being scolded by the teacher.

He blew the fresh ink and said to Zhang Erhe without raising his head.

"I have always been able to write poems."

Zhang Erhe gritted his teeth, and it seemed that fire could be spewed out of his eyes.

"oh."

In contrast, Cui In-shi responded very calmly. He looked at Zhang Erhe with a narrow mind: "Didn't Brother Zhang ask people to write for him in the past? Is he able to write poetry this time? Did he steal money from some friend?"

"Who did you say steal the poem!"

Zhang Erhe was ignited by Cui Ren's words and was furious. The tense scene of the two attracted Cui Ren's classmates from the Imperial College, and everyone came to watch the fun.

"Hey, who is this person?"

"Oh, Zhang Erhe, he is also a rich child who came to pursue Miss Shishi. He usually spends a lot of money in Fanlou, so Fanlou can't drive this big financial owner out. This person has faced Brother Cui more than once, but he is defeated every time, haha..."

"Haha, every time Miss Shishi comes forward, Zhang Erhe wants to buy poetry to please him. I believe it is the same this time, but the theme of this poetry meeting was temporarily released by Lord Jijiu. I don't know where he stole the poem so quickly..."

"Even if you buy poetry, it probably won't be too outstanding. How could a proud talent write poetry for a playboy like Zhang Erhe? That would be too expensive..."

"Haha, we can just watch the show, why bother to say more..."

...

More and more people who are not interested in watching the fun gathered next to Mr. Cui Ren and Zhang Erhe and pointed, making Zhang Erhe, who was originally angry, feel a little worried. If Bai Qingcen, who had just met today, made a bad poem, it would be really embarrassing to his grandma's house.

But Cui Renshi was still confident and looked at Zhang Erhe with a smile.

"Oh, since Brother Zhang has written a new poem, why not let me wait and read it?"

Someone immediately started to make a fuss.

"Yes, yes, even Brother Cui doesn't take it seriously. Brother Zhang's poems must be rare in a century, and I can't wait."

"Brother Zhang has targeted the leader of this poetry meeting? Tsk tsk, if you can get the [Feng Qiuhuang] danced by the girl Shishi himself, you will be really regretless in this life..."

...

"Then, Brother Zhang, where is your poem?"

Zhang Erhe had become the focus of the entire main venue at some point. When everyone turned their eyes to him, Zhang Erhe, who had never been the focus, was completely confused. He was neither standing nor retreating, and he didn't even know where his hand was placed.

When the friends around him saw that the situation was wrong, they had already retreated in shame, leaving Zhang Erhe alone standing in the middle and being watched by everyone.

Even Yan Fu and Wang Tong turned their attention to this side, but when they knew Zhang Erhe's identity, they immediately scoffed at him. People like Zhang Erhe are simply scum among literati. They steal poetry and buy poetry. It is because there are too many people like Zhang Erhe that are increasingly defiling the innocence of knowledge.

"Hmph, Master Cui In, come and read the poems he made. I want to see what poems this merchant son can make."

Yan Fu was an extremely strict person. Moreover, as the Imperial College Priest, he not only had power in the entire court, but also had the most knowledgeable talent in the Tang Dynasty. He was full of righteousness and righteousness. At this time, he was not angry and powerful, and he scolded him again, which scared Zhang Erhe on the spot.

His face was pale, trembling, and he kept swallowing his saliva and sweating all over his head.

"Hey, why did Brother Zhang sweat so much? Could it be that it's too hot?"
Chapter completed!