Others are still brewing, Jiang Hao has already written two poems, and the quality is so high that others suddenly become a little anxious, especially Ma Wencai and Ma Gongzi.

I made a bet with my friend and would go to the garden tonight as a groom. If I lose, wouldn’t I lose face?

He asked himself that if he could really capture the Jade Fairy girl and embrace the beauty, he could gain both wealth and wealth. More importantly, if the Jade Fairy in the Flower Courtesan was included in the room, he would definitely become famous.

You should know that the Jade Fairy Girl is very famous in Hangzhou. She is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and tea. She is sought after by many people. She is simply a star. If she wins the Jade Fairy, she will definitely become famous and will be of great help to her future development.

Nowadays, everyone knows that becoming famous is important.

Of course, when a woman is married back, she will be a concubine at most. After using it for a long time, she will naturally throw it to her side.

Ma Wencai changed his mind and soon wrote a poem, waving his hand to the servant to send it to the grandma. After the little girl got Ma Wencai's poem, she read it out loud.

After reading, many people cheered loudly, especially Ma Wencai’s friend at the table. Ma Wencai was very proud and even took a look at Jiang Hao’s table.

Jiang Hao smiled in his heart.

He felt a little talented when he listened to the poem just now, but he was still a little different from the two poems he had.

Most of the better ones are for making excuses.

He picked up the pen again, wrote another poem, and wrote a book of articles and asked the servant to send it to him.

The little girl took the slogan and read it out loud.

"There is no fragrance or grass, and the stone inkstone is ground to dye the pond with flying ink.

The pen moves the dragon and snake, and the nine curves of the phoenix fly, and the phoenix dances with the three rivers.

In the deep ridges of Mount Lu, people's faces and peach blossoms are reflected on the wall.

Iron painting and silver hooks are written forever, and a single elegant thing in spring and autumn is hidden."

After just finished reading, many people cheered loudly. This time the voice was much higher than that of Ma Wencai’s friend. Many of the people who came here to play were those who had read books. Even if they failed to write poetry, they still had a level of appreciation.

Jiang Hao didn't even look at Ma Wencai, so he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank a glass of wine, feeling at ease.

Ma Wencai was so angry that he had just gained some popularity and was immediately snatched away by the other party. He felt very embarrassed.

"Brother Ma, write another song to suppress that person's arrogance." said the human.

"Brother Toma quickly write, you can go to the West Lake pleasure boat at any time. We just want to see you carry the Jade Fairy girl into the flower room." Someone else started to cheer next to you.

The others also wanted to watch the fun, so they all looked at Ma Wencai and kept urging him to write quickly.

Ma Wen gritted his teeth and frowned and began to ponder.

After a while, I picked up my pen and wrote another poem. After I sent it to the stage to read the little girl, the people in the audience suddenly applauded.

In Jiang Hao's opinion, this second song is obviously not as good as the first song. The previous song is still a bit talented, and this song is completely craftsmanship and a pile of rhetoric works.

As for the praise, it is probably just to make fun of the fun.

Jiang Hao smiled. Since he wanted to watch the excitement, let the excitement be bigger. He stood up and wrote down again.

"Clouds, rain, mountains, rivers and plain paper, morning breeze and waning moon enter the glorious chapter.

A slight scroll of the rhyme of thousands of years, and the colorful flowers melt several times.

The sound of pine trees and streams on the mountain roads, and the painting of boats on the snow-filled pavilions is painted.

Who can keep spring forever? Only the blue and white flowers will always be fragrant."

After the little girl got the poem, she looked at Jiang Hao deeply and read it loudly. After reading it, all the guests in the lobby immediately cheered in unison, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Ma Wencai glanced at Jiang Hao, his eyes full of hatred. Where did the bastard come from? It was obviously a place to steal his venture capital.

Ma Wencai's eyes rolled and bowed to Jiang Hao, "This brother is very good at the table. He is not from Hangzhou. In Hangzhou, Ma Wencai passed the scholar exam the year before yesterday and ranked third in the first place. I don't know what the name of Brother Fang is, and where is the person?"

This guy was showing off his words.

Jiang Hao glanced at this guy, smiled and nodded, "Jiang Hao, Jinhua."

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became quiet, and someone said, "It turned out to be Jiang Hao, the head of the court trial this year. No wonder he could write a good poem."

"I heard that it is not just the head of the court case, but the little Sanyuan, which is very rare!"

"So this is Jiang Hao, young and handsome, he is really the best among people."

Ma Wen just wanted to compete with the other party, but fortunately, he won a game back, but he didn't expect that the other party was the leader of this year's case, and he felt like he was slapped again.

This guy is very lively and immediately has an idea when he narrows his eyes. If he can't suppress you, then he will praise you, and then throw you over and throw you.

Ma Wencai smiled on his face and said to Jiang Hao: "It turns out that it is the head of the Jiang case. I am so proud of Brother Jiang. I admire him. Just now, Brother Jiang wrote a few poems. Brother Jiang wrote a chess, calligraphy and painting. It is really a spring of thought. Since there is a 'qin, chess, calligraphy and painting', it would be a pity if there is no 'poetry, wine, flower and tea'? Do you think so?!"

The last sentence of Ma Wencai was to everyone present in the lobby, which meant to encourage people to set up Jiang Hao together, and it was difficult to refuse.

With Ma Wencai's mind, if you can write four songs, you may not be able to do eight songs. If you can't do it at that time, the one that is embarrassing is your Jiang Chout Head.

Others also started to make excuses and urged Jiang Hao to write about "Poetry, Wine, Flower and Tea". If Baya is all gathered, it may become a good story tonight.

Jiang Hao stood at the table and thoughtful. He didn't move for a long time before Ma Wen looked at him and sneered in his heart. This is called "Praise". This time, you will see how you ended up. Even if you only wrote three poems, your fame will be halfway tonight.

Just when Ma Wen was thinking about bad thoughts, Jiang Hao picked up his pen and started writing it. This time he kept writing, and he changed several sheets of paper in the middle.

Many people think that Jiang Censor was dissatisfied with the poem he just wrote, and it seems that this person was also stumped.

"Bang!"

Jiang Hao wrote.

He said to the servant next to him.

"Take it, write the four poems "Poetry, Wine, Flower and Tea" at once, so you can save you the trouble of running around." Jiang Hao sat down after saying that.

When everyone in the lobby heard Jiang Hao say this, they were shocked. It turned out that they were not writing well, but they wrote all the remaining four poems in one go.

Is it that powerful?

Many people are suspicious.

You should know that ordinary people need to think about it repeatedly for a long time to write a poem, and then they can be modified again and again, and finally they can be taken out to meet people. There are very few people who can just read it in one stroke, which requires extremely high literary attainments.

I really think everyone is a great writer like Du Fu and Su Dongpo.

When Ma Wencai heard Jiang Hao say that he would do it all, he was shocked. Could it be that he really did it?

If he had the level of the previous poems, the incident tonight would definitely be spread, and this guy would definitely become famous in Hangzhou.

Damn, why don’t you become a stepping stone?

Very annoying!

Regardless of whether Ma Wencai was annoyed or not, the little girl had already started reading.

Poetry:...The family jade is filled with fragrance and beautiful words, and the leisurely poems are elegant and graceful.

Wine:... I have traveled thousands of miles to think of my return, and returned to my hometown with a golden cup.

Flowers:... Invite the spring scenery and the garden is full of beauty, and pick the fragrance of the breeze.

Tea:...The wind outside the window follows the cold and warmth, and the tea leaves in the pot are fragrant.

Every time I read a song, I would think of a cheer in the audience, which made the lobby very lively. Many people said that today I was aware of what a quick and crafty person means, and I am worthy of being the head of the case.

The others cheered, but Ma Wencai became more and more jealous and hated as he listened.

After reading the last poem, the lobby began to talk. It must be the winner of the Jiang Case tonight. Ma Wencai knocked on the palm of his hand with a folding fan and said with a smile: "Not necessarily, we are just spectators. The final judgment was Miss Yuxian. Only Miss Yuxian liked it. I don't know if these poems can be as good as Miss Yuxian's wonderful eyes."

What he said, most people in the hall could hear the sour taste.

The little girl came to the second floor with eight manuscripts of poetry, opened the door and stood in front of Yuxian. Then the woman withdrew her gaze from the window.

"Miss, you have listened to Mr. Jiang's poems just now. How do you feel?" the little girl asked.

"It's not bad." said the woman.

The little girl knew that the word "not bad" was already highly praised by the lady. There are very few people who can attract the lady's eyes on it on weekdays.

"Miss, the handwriting of Mr. Jiang is very well written." said the little girl.

"Oh~ Open it and show it to me?" the woman said lightly.

The little girl spread the poem openly. The woman looked over with her phoenix eyes and was immediately attracted by the words on the paper. The running script font flowed through the flowing water, falling like clouds, floating like floating clouds, and as if shocked by the dragon. It was a kind of enjoyment to look at it.

"I'm right, right?" said the little girl.

The woman nodded, "It's really good, the handwriting is a little better than poetry."

"Miss, do you want to call him over?" asked the little girl.

The woman turned her head and glanced outside again, and saw Jiang Hao picking up a bite of food and chewing it slowly, looking at the dance that was dancing again on the stage, without any anxiousness on her face.

"Well, let someone send tea cooking utensils to the backyard, you go and call him." After saying that, the woman stood up, shook her long clothes behind her and put them out of the room.

Although everyone in the lobby was still having fun, everyone was still waiting for the result. When the little girl came back, the dance music stopped immediately. The guests also put down their wine glasses and looked up at the little girl one by one.

The little girl looked at Jiang Hao and said respectfully: "Miss Yuxian asked Mr. Jiang to go to Xiaozhu, a slept in the backyard to have tea."

When everyone in the lobby heard this, they immediately cheered.

"I just said I can pass it. If this literary talent doesn't pass, then there are really few people who can be selected."

"Eight poems were written in one go, and the quality was so high that it was absolutely rare, so how could it not be selected!"
To be continued...