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"The road to Tongniu Gorge is like a horse and a swaying waves. I want to drink the fish and water of the ancient wise men, and the crabapple blooms all over the wilderness."

"Okay!" Someone couldn't help but cheer, "What a begonia blooming all over the wilderness. This seven-character poem starts from the sound of azaleas, and suddenly turns to the high gorge, with waves splashing, and the pattern is broad. But the last sentence brings the clusters of crabapple flowers into the wild, and it is a hermit leisure. The atmosphere is very lofty!"

The person who spoke was Tang Mi, the lady of the Tang family, and she was still the yard full of green bamboos.

The slender and fair fingers gently tapped Xiaoji, with a hint of admiration on the corner of his mouth: "This Wu Lun is worthy of being the rising star in my literary world in Shuzhong. Just by judging by this seven-character poem, he has firmly ranked first."

The little maid Xiaohuan smiled beside him and said, "Miss, when it comes to rising stars, who can compare with you, Miss."

"Better than me." Tang Mi shook her head solemnly: "I am a woman after all, and this kind of open-minded poem cannot be written."

She seemed to remember something funny: "Dad was a juren, but he was not good at poetry. This time he invited his uncle back from Yunnan and held a poetry meeting, saying that he wanted to achieve a good story and to publish the poems in it into a collection. Poetry was obtained by a clever hand, and it was a test, but it was difficult to produce brocade sentences. Fortunately, with Mr. Wu's poem finale, he would not make a joke. Otherwise, if he had to spend such a big deal, he would have gained nothing, and his father would have to be unfavorable in terms of face."

"So, is this poem really good?" Xiaohuan's eyes lit up and she couldn't help asking.

"It's really good."

"I just said that Mr. Wu will not let us down." Xiao Huan cheered.

"How happy are you little girl? What are you saying about being disappointed or not?" Tang Mi frowned unconsciously.

Xiao Huan didn't notice this and chuckled: "Young Master Wu Lun is a good man, handsome, gentle and elegant, with elegant and funny behavior. The master likes him very much. The same surname is Wu, compared with Young Master Wu Lun, Wu Jie is simply a waste. This man looks unlucky and hates him tightly. When I think of the divorce letter, I get angry."

When Tang Mi heard Xiao Huan mention Wu Jie's name, her expression changed slightly, and her tone became quick: "How is Wu Jie's poem done? Is it copied it? Which one is ranked?"

"He didn't write a word, so he was naturally the last one." Xiaohuan felt a little happy: "Miss, then Wu Lun was a fool, and he would write any poems, but he was going to embarrass him. Now he couldn't write a word. In less than two days, his reputation as a fool would spread throughout Chengdu. He deserved it, and he deserved it!"

"Didn't write a word?" Tang Mi was a little confused: "No, Xiao Huan, I heard that Mr. Wu Jie's illness has been completely cured. This time, he took the first test case. Poetry is not difficult. You just need to pinpoint the theme and the rhythm is right. If you are anxious, you can deal with a few sentences. How could you not write a word? Moreover, how could a person who can write such beautiful words be a fool?"

"No, no, there must be other reasons." Tang Mi still refused to believe this.

"Miss, what's the point of that fool? He insulted you so much insulting our Tang family, why do you still say good things for him?" Xiao Huan said angrily: "What can you do if you write well? Just write more and practice more on weekdays. With a sense of stupidity, you can't practice it after more than ten years? If the lady doesn't believe it, there will be a competition in the evening. If the maid dares to bet with the lady, the fool will definitely hand in the blank paper and make another ugly thing."

"Has the topic come out tonight?" If you don't want to continue discussing this matter with Xiaohuan, Tang Mi seemed to believe what her maid said and sighed softly.

"The title has come out." Xiao Huan replied: "My uncle said that in order to commemorate the great uncle, I will use the title "The Immortal on the River" as the title."

"What Jiang Shangxian? I don't teach you how to read, you little girl, why are you so idiot? You laugh at Wu Jie, but I'm still laughing at you?" Tang Mi reached out and twisted Xiaohuan's nose.

Xiaohuan stuck out his tongue and said playfully and coquettishly: "Miss, you twisted my nose again, and it was twisted into garlic."

"I just twist you into a garlic nose so that you can't marry anyone and stay with me all my life." Tang Mi was also amused by the little girl: "It's not a fairy on the river, but a fairy from the uncle, "Linjiang Fairy" by the Grandpa, "The Rolling Yangtze River Flows East" song, I have read it to you before. Well, it's this word card, Xiaohuan, what's the title?"

"Kuo Chun and Yu, this uncle is really the case. If you want to test the talents of the scholars, you should be setting questions at that time. How can you give the questions in advance?"

"Maybe I don't want to miss any talented person?" Tang Mi: "This word card..."

"Is it difficult?" Xiao Huan was slightly stunned, suddenly worried, and couldn't help asking, "Can Mr. Wu Lun write it?"

"You are talking about Wu Lun. With his talent, it is difficult for him to write a song called Linjiangxian. However, this song has the master of the great uncle, and it is difficult for future generations to write new ideas." Tang Mi looked up at Xiao Huan, and suddenly became a little angry: "Xiao Huan, please mention Wu Lun in front of me in the future."

"Yes, Miss." Xiaohuan was startled and lowered her head.

"This word is indeed difficult... Wu Jie is probably not good at poetry. If you can't study in academy, you can..." Tang Mi picked up his pen and wrote the three words "Linjiangxian" on paper in imitating Wu Jie's thin gold style. After thinking about it, he continued to write it again.

"Miss, you are..."

Tang Mi wrote very quickly and finished it in one go within a moment.

After looking at the words and sentences in her pen, she sighed dissatisfiedly: "I still can't write the aura of my uncle!"

Fold the paper and hand it to Xiaohuan: "Xiaohuan, when no one sees it, give this poem to Mr. Wu, let him memorize it, and copy it up during the evening competition. Although it may not be the first, it should not be difficult to squeeze into the top fourteen."

"For Mr. Wu, no need." Xiao Huan suddenly felt a little dissatisfied and raised his voice: "Miss, Mr. Wu Lun is outstanding in talent. Miss, you are also a talented woman in Shu, and you are a wise woman. In my maid's opinion, you are certainly enthusiastic about writing lyrics for him, but Mr. Wu Lun is a proud and arrogant person. If you write lyrics for him, I am afraid it will be an insult to Mr. Wu Lun, so why don't you want it?"

"Who said to Wu Lun?" Tang Mi said softly: "I'll ask you to Wu Jie."

"Ah, Miss..." Xiao Huan opened his mouth in surprise: "Give it to him, to that fool, why are you? He insulted our Tang family so much, and we hate him for not having time. What are you trying to do?"

Tang Mi's face turned cold: "Rareless, Wu Jie has a engagement with my Tang family. Let's break the engagement, and it's normal for Wu Jie to be angry. Also, the divorce letter is not accurate at all. If you don't get married, why divorce? Now, Tang Mi is still the nominal fiancée of Mr. Wu Jie. If I don't help my future husband, will I help outsiders? Although Wu Jie is a little honest, he is also pure and upright. As long as you can enter the academy and study under my uncle for a few years, it may be different. Xiao Huan, don't mention Wu Lun's name in front of me in the future. Talking about irrelevant men in the boudoir and spread it, wouldn't it ruin my reputation?"

When Xiaohuan heard the lady's rude words, his eyes turned red with aggrieved: "Yes, Miss, I will go and look for that fool Wu."

"It's Mr. Wu Jie, not a fool."

Looking at Xiao Huan's sobbing back, Tang Mi sighed helplessly.

He murmured: "I'm not doing well in this song "Linjiangxian" just now. I'll just hide the old manuscripts from the previous year to see if they are used together... It's just a Wu Jie... I'm so eager to plan for him, why is it for? He bullied me like that... But I haven't even seen him... Tang Mi, Tang Mi, what's wrong with you?"

Thinking of this, Tang Mi suddenly felt sad.

Wu Jie had finished mourning in the south a while ago and returned to Xinjin. Since his personal maid came to Tang Mansion to submit a post, Xiao Huan, who was quick-talking and diligent, ran over and told her.

Tang Mi naturally knew that Wu Jie came back to Sichuan to marry him.

This marriage was decided by the two masters more than ten years ago. The so-called orders of parents and the words of matchmakers are natural and natural. Tang Mi didn't think anything was wrong.

Unfortunately, soon, news that the Wu family’s young master was a fool spread in the city somehow.

Not to mention Xinjin, even the whole Sichuan sighed that Tang Mi, a talented woman, was about to marry a fool.

My father was fine, but he was silent and said what he promised more than ten years ago, but now he has to go back on his word and spread it, and his reputation is not good.

My mother made a big fuss at home and wanted to give up the marriage. For this reason, she quarreled with her father a lot.

Because my father was afraid of his mother, he simply hid in Chengdu.

Tang Mi naturally knew what her parents were thinking, and she felt sad when she saw them making such a fuss.

Since she became sensible, she knew that she had a husband named Wu Jie in the distance and would marry someone else in the future.

After reading for more than ten years, she still knows the character and virtues that women should have. No matter whether Wu Jie is a fool, a lame person or a poor place, she will end up in oneself.

After hearing that Wu Jie was a fool, she sighed and she didn't cry secretly when others couldn't see her. But she didn't think about resigning from this marriage. If she really did this, how could I, Tang Mi, see people in the future?

Marrying a chicken with the chicken, and marrying a dog with the dog is the principle of being a woman.

Even though I thought so, I was still a little sad. The girl of fifteen or sixteen sighed all day long and became much haggard.

After knowing that his mother came to the door to retire from the marriage without telling her, and was humiliated by Wu Jie's divorce letter, Tang Mi not only did not get angry, but instead became excited.

Reading this divorce book, the literature and science are smooth and so tricky, can a fool write it?

Will a fool be able to write such good writing?

Later, she heard that Wu Jie took the county exam this period and won the first place, which made her even more certain.

I couldn't help but feel relieved, and my mood finally got better.

But... why can't he write a single word of poetry today?

Could it be... the old illness recurs?

I heard from the old lady in the mansion that madness is often a bit bad. When it is good, it looks like an ordinary person, but once it is stimulated...

Tang Mi's heart was in a mess.

"No, I have to help him."

Tang Mi also likes to write some poems and entertain himself on a daily basis. After writing a certain amount, he forms a collection and put it in a library.

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