Fight

Betting on prizes was originally a common activity among scholars during literary gatherings. Today's poetry meeting has also prepared pen holders and precious ink for prizes. However, no one expected that Zhang Ke would suddenly make such a suggestion. Several people were familiar with Zhang Ke.

The daughters looked at each other with wonder in their hearts. It should be noted that although Zhang Ke's twelve-year-old brother was ordinary, she was called a talented girl at a young age. This talent came from the palace concubines. Now she suddenly

It's weird to start an attack on his cousin.

Zhang Qing's face darkened at this time. She was the owner of this place, and she was the eldest daughter of the Xiangfu Zhang family. She also knew very well about some of the grievances of the Zhang family in the capital. Zhang Ke suddenly proposed

She could sense the evil intentions in this request for a bet, and she was very annoyed. Seeing a group of sisters and brothers whispering to each other, she immediately stood up to speak.

At this moment, she felt a slight pressure on her right hand, and then she saw Zhang Yue Shi Shiran standing up. For a moment, she immediately thought that Zhang Yue was not that kind of playboy, since he had passed the imperial examination.

Yes, there must be real talent and practical knowledge, and I felt confident in my heart, so I picked up the tea cup and took a sip with a smile, looking at ease.

Zhang Yue asked with a normal expression at this time: "Since sister Ke said so, of course I agree. However, these two things are gifts from the palace, is it disrespectful to use them for gambling? Besides, I

I didn’t bring the big cloak with me either. Since it is such a precious thing in a gambling fight, what if one of the parties is not convinced after deciding the winner or loser? This judgment is probably extremely unfair.”

"That's our eldest aunt, what's the point of being disrespectful! If Brother Yue loses, will you still rely on me for something?" Zhang Ke seemed to have been prepared, and smiled confidently, "As for whether you are convinced...

There are so many sisters here who can’t compose poems but can also recite them. It’s always possible to judge whether they are good or bad. Let the fourth sister of the Meng family be the general judge. If anyone is still unconvinced, you might as well write this poem on a note and upload it.

Copy it out and let everyone in the capital judge it, then there will be justice, right?"

Hearing what Zhang Ke said, everyone here was in an uproar, and they were all a little excited in addition to shock. After all, they are all young people, and they used to get together just for fun and entertainment, but now there is a lot of fun to watch. Who can not be happy? Meng

Brother Fan Mengtao had just arrived in Nanjing and didn't know much about Zhang Ke, but after two days of getting along with him, he was quite convinced of Zhang Yue and started making noises beside him. It wasn't until Zhang Yue nodded happily that they clapped their hands happily without leaving.

When it comes to the quality of poetry, the two of them can't judge it at all.

Du Wan was invited here today. Firstly, Zhang Qing had no excuse for posting. Secondly, there was nothing going on at home, and her mother laughed and asked her to make more friends. Thirdly, Xiaowu kept encouraging her.

He said that he wanted her to be more famous for her skills than others, so she insisted on following her. But she was never very interested in getting ahead. So she had just been teasing some cute koi in the water, and now she saw a gambler

Only then did Dou Fang really get excited, and there was still a bit of expectation in his heart.

"Miss, who do you think will win?" Xiao Wu stood next to Du Wan. His little face was flushed with excitement. He saw that Meng Min had lit an incense stick over there to time the time. Zhang Yue was pacing over there.

But Ke sat there contentedly, and could not help but clench his fists and mutter in a low voice, "Looking at that guy's appearance, he probably didn't expect it. He is so confident, he must lose! He is still the master's student. It's really...

…Oh, I’m so anxious!”

Listening to Xiao Wu's non-stop chatter, Du Wan couldn't help but smile, but then she felt a little uneasy in her heart, but after the uneasiness passed, she suddenly realized that she was just a bystander in today's poetry meeting, whoever loses.

What does winning have to do with her?

"Xiaowu, it's none of your business who wins or loses, you just look nervous!"

"But isn't he my master's student? If he loses, wouldn't he also be embarrassed?"

Xiao Wu didn't see Du Wan's momentary panic. Looking at the dwindling incense sticks, he saw that Zhang Ke had already picked up a pen and started writing on the paper. However, Zhang Yue was still pondering, and his heart gradually became nervous, so he had to look left and right.

She had a familiar temperament and was always informal. She soon saw Amber and Qiu Hen over there. Remembering that they were the maids brought by Zhang Yue, she quietly walked over.

"Two sisters!"

Qiu Hen was looking longingly at Zhang Yue who was in deep thought, her heart beating fast, and she was startled when she heard this sound. Seeing a girl who was much smaller than herself standing next to her, she smiled and asked

: "Is something wrong, sister?"

"It's been so long now, why hasn't Mr. Zhang made it yet?"

Hu Heyuan was also a little worried. Seeing Qiu Hen's face looking a little ugly, she laughed and said: "Writing poetry is a laborious matter. In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote poems in seven steps. Didn't he only have words in the seventh step? He's offline right now.

The incense hasn't burned out yet. I'm sure my young master already had it in his mind. He deliberately didn't write it down. It's not certain that he waited until the last moment to write it down. After all, the young master has studied with Mr. Du for many years. Sister, please tell Miss Du that this is

It’s just a small scene, so don’t worry.”

Xiao Wu came over at this time, firstly out of curiosity, and secondly to probe her. Who knows, before she could ask anything, her own identity had been revealed. She looked back at Du Wan guiltily, but she didn't know.

He was willing to retreat, so he frowned and said: "Writing poetry and writing articles are two different things. Mr. Zhang is good at writing articles, but no one has heard of him writing poetry."

After being interrupted, Qiu Hen was no longer nervous now, because he smiled and said: "Most of the poems that the young master writes on weekdays are thrown into the wastebasket or burned. Of course, people outside don't know. I just can't do it at the moment."

I still remember two sentences, "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Now the situation is about quick wit. Although you may not be able to make such sentences, you will not lose your standard."

Although she only had a partial understanding of poetry, Xiao Wu became convinced after chanting those two lines over and over again. She was a talkative person, so she just stood there chatting with Qiuhen Amber, but she didn't feel bored at all.

Gradually, I even forgot about the gambling fight over there.

At this time, the incense stick had almost burned out. Zhang Ke had made several corrections, but she had already finished the song. Seeing that the blank paper in front of Zhang Yue was still empty, she couldn't help but feel a little proud. Although she didn't know why her father asked her to challenge today.

What was the purpose, but when she thought that if she won, she would get a precious sable fur cloak and a set of purple clay teapots that she had agreed upon before going back, she became even more happy. She almost started humming a tune.

Seeing that Zhang Ke's poem had been completed in one go, there were already busy girls surrounding him, and some even chanted loudly: "The light branches spit out bright yellow, and I don't envy the prosperity. The three spring dawns are announced, and the red flowers are fragrant."

“It’s really chic!”

"Sister Ke is indeed a talented woman, and now she looks better than my brother!"

"Yes, yes, the incense stick is about to burn out. If Brother Yue doesn't do it, then he will automatically admit defeat!"

Facing the noisy voices around him, he glanced at the triumphant Zhang Ke again. Seeing that only the last bit of incense was left, Zhang Yue just came to his small table and dipped his pen in the thick liquid.

The ink is gone with just one swipe.

"The green calyx reflects the fragrant clouds, and the noble bones hide the golden soul. The light fragrance reveals the elegance and dyes the whole spring."

"What a dye that dyes the whole season of spring!"

As soon as the poem was completed, everyone applauded. Especially Meng Fan and Meng Tao, who had just thought about it, cheered the loudest. Zhang Ke did not expect that Zhang Yue would come out with such a poem at the last moment.

Her pretty face suddenly looked like a frosted eggplant. She was different from those outsiders. Although her poems were romantic and chic, and steady and reserved, the most important thing was the artistic conception. Even if she was doing some tricks in judging today.

Tomorrow if this poem spreads, she will still have no choice but to fail.

Although it is common for some talented women to be arrogant about their talents, Zhang Ke is not someone who cannot afford to lose. The reason why he raised this issue today was because he was instigated. Seeing Meng Min standing up to make a judgment, she simply stood up and said with a smile.

: "Fourth sister, there is no need to comment. I lost the bet today. I am willing to admit defeat. This mutton-fat jade card belongs to Brother Yue. I have made a fool of myself today with my little ability. I hope all brothers

Sisters, please don’t laugh at me."

Zhang Yue didn't care about the things outside him. He originally thought that Zhang Ke had taken a fancy to his sable cloak when he was betting on land. This was a suspicious intention, and he was very angry. At this time, he saw Zhang Ke admitting defeat without waiting for judgment.

Moreover, he said such words with a smile, and it was difficult for him to determine whether Zhang Ke had a deep mind or a straightforward personality.

Seeing a girl holding a plate with a mutton-fat jade plate and presenting it to him, he picked it up casually, feeling warm and delicate, and understood that this thing was worth a lot of money. Even if it was a lottery prize, he would not refuse it.

He put it into his arms and went back to sit next to Zhang Qing. After sitting down, he saw Du Wan over there staring at him with bright eyes. He smiled back.

Xiao Wu had been sweating a lot just now, but now he looked at Zhang Yue with a smile on his face. But he felt very angry in his heart. He stood beside Du Wan and muttered angrily: "What's the air? It's just a person."

A poem?!"

Du Wan was reading the four lines of poetry at this moment, but she thought of her father's thick poetry collection that he found when he was packing things for his mother. It seemed that his father had not written poetry for many years. If he heard Zhang Yue's four lines of poetry, he would

What would he say?

But poetry and poetry can be used to entertain people, but they cannot be relied upon?

Regarding Zhang Yue's victory, Zhang Qing was naturally the happiest. As soon as Zhang Yue sat down, she ordered Xia to make a pot of new tea with a smile on her face, poured it for Zhang Yue herself, and then praised: "Three

Well done, brother, you’ve made me proud now! Ke Yatou is also a well-known talented girl in Nanjing City. This time she is willing to admit defeat. In the future, people with daughters will not test you here. You

It’s much easier to deal with this life-long event.”

Zhang Yueyuan sounded fine, but when he realized that Zhang Qing had gone round and round and brought the topic back to marriage, he immediately lamented in his heart. Just when he was looking for a reason to dissuade his eldest sister from being a matchmaker, unexpectedly Zhang Yueyuan

Qing came slightly closer and whispered something.

"Just now, Miss Du's girl ran to Qiuhen Huhu and murmured for a long time, but I saw it. You are Mr. Du's student, and this marriage is good. Tomorrow I will go to the Du's house to see Mrs. Du.
Chapter completed!