Senior Brother Lu…

Zhao Ce is a little sensitive to this surname.

After all, the young master of the Du family intended to persecute him not long ago, but fortunately he was able to see through it, and in the end the man suffered the consequences.

Now this person with the surname Lu...

Zhao Ce suddenly thought, could it be that the person from Mr. Lu’s house was talking to Mr. Zhao that day on the boat, right?

If it is true, this faint hostility is just as good as it is.

However, after the Du family affairs, Zhao Ce now has imperial edicts to protect himself, so the Lu family dare not touch himself easily.

Not daring to move does not mean that you cannot stumbling to Zhao Ce from other places.

Young Master Lu said to Lun Mingyi who was helping Zhao Ce, "Young Master Lun is joking. Everyone is a fellow disciple, so naturally I can't say anything about asking for advice."

"But today is a banquet hosted by Mr. Lun, and it is such a beautiful scene. Brother Zhao, as the last person to arrive, is another little Sanyuan for the children's examination."

"Writing a poem to Prince Lun's villa is a plea. Isn't such an elegant thing beautiful?"

Young Master Lu also heard that Zhao Ce has not been studying for a long time, and the only thing that has been circulated is just a Mid-Autumn Festival poem.

Before and after that, I never heard of Zhao Ce any good poems.

From this point of view, the Mid-Autumn Festival poem Zhao Ce wrote that day may be quite humid.

I guess it was because I spent money to buy the poems and essays from some down-and-out scholar.

After packaging it, I wrote it myself on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

People like him who have poor family conditions and are educated to write articles a lot.

When studying, it is basically impossible to memorize books such as rhyme and write truly good poems in a short period of time.

Now Young Master Lu asked Zhao Ce to write a poem in front of everyone. If Zhao Ce couldn't write it, it would be worthwhile to be able to appreciate his ugly behavior.

After saying that, Young Master Lu brought over his poems and essays and showed them to everyone.

"I am not talented. In order to answer Mr. Xie Lun's kind invitation today, I have written a poem."

He cleared his throat and was about to recite poems.

Lun Mingyi next to him didn't want to care about him at all. When he heard that he wanted Zhao Ce to write poems to his villa, he was also moved.

Lun Mingyi waved his hand and said, "Everyone will appreciate their masterpieces later."

Then, he said to Zhao Ce in some way: "Zhao Ce, do you want to write a poem for my other courtyard?"

Others also became interested and encouraged them to say, "Zhao Ce, if you don't write a poem, then you can write a piece of characters to Mr. Lun."

"Yes, your handwriting is very good. It's better for the future Juren to write a book to Mr. Lun in advance to collect it."

"Haha, I made a painting to Mr. Lun, or Zhao Ce, you wrote the poem you wrote on my painting."

These are Zhao Ce's classmates, so everyone is naturally looking for him.

When Young Master Lu heard that everyone was so protective of Zhao Ce, he couldn't say anything, so he could only say: "It seems that we have no blessing to see our little Sanyuan's poem today."

"Young Master Lun has been preparing for such a warm invitation for today for a long time."

"But I didn't expect that as a classmate, Mr. Zhao was not even reluctant to give advice to him in his poem."

Many students who admire Zhao Ce's talent and want to see Zhao Ce write poetry with their own eyes also seem a little disappointed.

Lun Mingyi pursed his lips and retorted: "I said, just come here, there is no need for too much courtesy."

"If you want to read the poem, I will write a poem to comment on it."

Although Lun Mingyi is young, he has been born into a big family since childhood and naturally he will not be too bad for dealing with people.

Apart from listening to others brag about this shortcoming, there are no other bad habits.

Now that he is so confident in Zhao Ce, Zhao Ce is embarrassed.

Although I am not very good at writing poetry, as a copywriter, although there are not many things, there are still a little things.

Zhao Ce put the sword in his hand aside and said, "My husband once said that the imperial examination does not take the poetry exam, so let's learn the basics."

"Since this is not something useful, you don't need to be obsessed with this."

The person next to Mr. Lu said with some disagreement: "Since ancient times, poetry has shown the most personal love, so how could it be something useless?"

"Is it possible that Mr. Zhao, as a little Sanyuan in this children's examination, did not know poetry and prose, so he used such an excuse to swear us?"

If you don’t understand poetry and prose, you can get a small three-yuan yuan?

It's a bit unbelievable to say this.

A classmate next to him said "tsk": "Even if you are so familiar with poetry and prose, you won't get the little Sanyuan exam?"

The person who was choked back became a little angry when he heard this: "I, when I was trying it for a year, I was also a Class A!"

Lun Mingyi muttered: "Oh...A, wait, isn't you still a lot short of Jia?"

Seeing the scene becoming a little nervous, Zhao Ce chuckled.

He said: "I have something to delay, and it is indeed the latest one to come."

"Since everyone has a warm invitation, I will try my best to apologize to everyone and to thank Mr. Xie Lun."

When Lun Mingyi heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Zhao Ce, do you really want to write poems for my villa?"

Zhao Ce smiled and said, "If the poem is not done well, please don't be disgusted by Mr. Lun."

Lun Mingyi quickly waved his hand: "Don't dislike it or not, as long as it is done by you, it will definitely be excellent!"

Zhao Ce no longer felt embarrassed and walked directly to the nearest desk.

Mr. Lu said again: "Mr. Zhao also knows that this poem cannot be written casually, right?"

"Since it is a poem for the Prince Lun's Neiyuan, it should be appropriate."

Zhao Ce paused his hand, who was about to hold the pen, and looked at him and said, "Oh? I don't know what other requirements Mr. Lu?"

As soon as these words came out, Lun Mingyi was already looking at him with an unhappy look.

Zhao Ce wrote poems to his other courtyard in a surprise. This person is not his master, so why are he still picky?

Lun Mingyi said "tsk": "Young Master Lu, please don't disturb Zhao Ce."

Mr. Lu was choked back like this and laughed dryly.

Although Zhao Ce had an imperial edict to protect himself, his family was not well-off and the emperor was far away.

It would be fine if he gave Zhao Ce a stumbling block, but he would definitely not be able to offend the Lun family.

Mr. Lu had no choice but to say, "Haha, I'm also thinking about you for your sake."

Zhao Ce glanced at Mr. Lu and said with a smile: "Mr. Lu is so elegant. Since that's the case, after I finish writing, I have to taste the poem written by Mr. Lu for the Lun Family House.

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The folding fan in Mr. Lu's hand slapped in another palm: "Then please give me advice to Mr. Zhao!"

The people around him were excited for a moment when they listened to the conversation between the two.

There is no first in literature, but scholars like to compete the most.

No wonder Mr. Lu kept holding Zhao Ce, and it turned out that he wanted to compare his carefully prepared poems and essays with this little Sanyuan.

Zhao Ce chuckled and said, "Since that's the case, please give me some comments."

After saying that, Zhao Ce reached out, picked up the brush on the table, and thought for a while.

This villa is in the mountains, and what you want to write is the landscape poem corresponding to the villa.

Landscape poetry words...
Chapter completed!