"Not bad, really good." When Wu Lun finished reciting the song "Linjiangxian", Tang Mi nodded slightly behind the screen in the hall.

After all, Miss Tang ran over without regard for the fact that she was worried about Wu Jie, and peeked with Xiao Huan.

Listening to the new words that the eldest lady praised Wu Lun, the personal maid Xiaohuan was surprised and asked in a low voice: "Miss, so, Mr. Wu Lun's poem is very good, and I don't know which place I can get."

"Just as far as the poem Wu Lun is concerned, it is much better than me. I, Tang Mi, cannot do that kind of charm of secludedness and elegance." Tang Mi said softly.

I have to admit that Wu Lun can afford the four words of talent among young scholars. He couldn't write the atmosphere in this poem just now. Although there are still some shortcomings, there should be no problem with the first name of this competition.

The poem she wrote for Wu Jie was hasty because the matter was in trouble, and many places were still very frivolous and mellow. But even so, she was still very confident in rushing into the top fourteen.

As a talented woman, Tang Mi believed that she was not as talented as a man. Unfortunately, because she was a daughter, it was not convenient to attend gatherings between literati. She was also very curious about how people evaluated her poems. She wanted to use Wu Jie's hands to participate in the competition, and could also help her future husband by the way, so she would not be embarrassed in front of hundreds of people.

"My future husband of Tang Mi can't be a fool..." This thought changed in his heart, and Tang Mi's pretty face suddenly turned red: "Impossible, he is not a fool, not only is he not stupid, but he is also weird and very fun." He remembered the oil poem he had written in front of the library before, and Miss Tang's mouth curled up and almost laughed out loud.

How did Xiaohuan know about the delicate thoughts of the young lady? When she saw her smiling, she thought a little bit: "Miss, since you said that Mr. Wu Lun's words are better than yours, then, can he get the first place and successfully go to my Mumashanfang Academy to study?"

“It should be no problem.”

"That's good." Xiaohuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Maid, I don't understand poetry. Since the lady said that this poem is good, it must be very good."

"It's not that good either." Tang Mi commented in a low voice: "Wu Lun's poem "Linjiangxian" is beautiful and has a great atmosphere. Unfortunately, everything is like the eight-part writing. From the Han Yuefu to the Sui Ci and Yuan Song, the meaning of it should be written seems to have been written. For example, today's title of "Spring and Rainbow", Wu Lun is just like ordinary people. When he mentions the pen, he is just a little old-fashioned tune such as spring sorrow and separation. In fact, even if he writes it like this, it's nothing, but you have to make something new to make people shine. In my opinion, it's just a person who is a middle-aged person, but it's enough to get the first one."

Miss Tang murmured: "Since the uncle and old lady wrote a poem "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward", it has not been seen in more than twenty years."

Xiaohuan laughed in a low voice and said, "There is only one uncle in the world."

The two whispered, because there were many people in the hall, and no one noticed that there were two women standing behind the screen.

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In the hall, there were still cheers of praise, and no one heard Wu Lun and Wu Jie say anything.

The praise continued, and someone shook his head and said, "I heard for a long time that there was a talented man from Wu Lun, a talented man in Xinjin County, who was the number one in the six counties of Chengdu Prefecture. The young student was a little dissatisfied. As soon as the poem "Linjiangxian" was released today, I was completely convinced. It really has a long aftertaste!"

"Yes, the previous seven-character poem by Mr. Wu Lun was so majestic and grand. Unexpectedly, the lyrics written were graceful and timeless, and they were very elegant and lively. They were really a masterpiece!"

When everyone's voices became a little lower, on the seat, the Chengdu Prefecture Professor looked at Wu Lun with an excited expression, and couldn't help but know Mr. Tang and Wen Tong beside him: "Good lyrics, good lyrics. The seven-character poem at noon was already very good. I didn't expect that Wu Lun's poems were written so well. How talented are I in Chengdu Prefecture!"

After all, Wen Tongzhi was a high-ranking official. He smiled faintly and did not say anything. However, Mr. Tang looked at Wu Lun with a gratifying look and said, "What a good nephew Wu Lun, it's not in vain. I usually look at you. Even if you are the first in this competition, others will definitely have no objection."

When Wu Lun heard this, he stood up suddenly and bowed excitedly: "Mr. Tang praised it. I just wrote a few words randomly, and I can't stand your praise."

The professor of the Ministry also laughed: "I have no problem with Wu Lun being the first, just let him. Lord Tongzhi, what do you think?"

Wen Tongzhi nodded slowly, as if he agreed.

It seemed that there was no suspense about this first place. Wu Lun stood up and reached out to pat the dejected Wu Jie on the shoulder.

He laughed disdainfully and said, "Brother Jie, what happened to you when you took the first place in the county exam? The people in Xinjin County know in their hearts. It's just that the county master saw you pitiful, so he was proud of his hands. But you were stupid and thought you had transformed from a fool to a scholar. People are more conscious. Without Miss Tang's manuscripts, what else can you do? Go back, this is not where you should come."

With so many people in front of him, Wu Jie couldn't have had an attack on the spot without regard for his own face. He took a deep breath and his expression turned calm: "Wu Lun, do you think I can't write a lyric? Tell you the truth. Miss Tang's lyrics are just a poem between me and her, and I never thought about copying it. Let's see if I write a new lyric to let everyone taste it and see if it can beat you."

"Just because of you, the fool, this is my first one, Wu Lun, and no one can take it away!" As if he heard some funny words, Wu Lun could no longer control his pride in his heart. He laughed loudly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

I just feel that the blocks that have been shrouded in my chest for a long time have also disappeared with the wind with the slightly drunkenness.

Lord Wu, I, Wu Lun, can reach this day depend on my own talent, not what you call care. Without you, Wu Lun, could pass the scholarship and succeed.

But because I have been helped by you and have a relative who cannot be beaten by you, when others mention me, Wu Lun, they all say it is thanks to your support.

When you collapse, others say that Wu Lun is just an ordinary person. Without your care, this will be the case in this life.

There are even villains who saw that the Wu family lost power and wanted to step on the head of me, Wu Dazi.

In today's two competitions, in front of the scholars in Chengdu, I, Wu Jie, won two first names, which is to justify myself. I, Wu Jie, is a well-deserved romantic talent.

And Lord Wu, look at how far your son has now fallen. Haha, I, Wu Lun, became famous in one fell swoop today, causing a sensation in the entire Chengdu Prefecture, and I exclaimed a lot. Not only did I want to get my name back, but I also wanted to steal your son's fiancée.

Miss Tang is both talented and beautiful. Even the girl Caiyun holding the pipa in front of her is slightly inferior. Only Wu Jie can be worthy of him. Your son is just a fool, why can he hold the beauty back?

Thinking of this, Wu Lun looked up and his eyes fell on Caiyun's bright face, and there was a heat rushing in his abdomen: Caiyun is both beautiful, if he is really moved by my poems and loves me, it would be a beautiful thing to be a concubine.

The more Wu Lun thought about it, the more impulsive he became, and he couldn't help but walk to Caiyun in front of him.

He looked at the beauty in front of him with unscrupulous eyes, bowed and teased, "Miss Caiyun, Wu Lun has heard of the girl's talent for a long time. People say that the girl's pipa and singing are the sound of nature, but unfortunately she has not been able to marry her. She has won the first place in this competition and asked her to show her singing voice, but she fulfilled her wish."

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"Sure enough, I won the first place, and the lady is very accurate." Xiaohuan cheered quietly.

"You little maid, why are you happy for an irrelevant person?" Miss Tang frowned slightly.

With the beauty in front of him, Wu Lun was also proud and walked up to tease the singer Caiyun in public.

Xiaohuan opened her mouth in surprise, Tang Mi had a hint of disgust on her face, and she couldn't help but shake her head: "This Wu Lun is considered excellent in poetry, why is her character so unbearable? It's really disappointing for Xiaohuan to admire her so much."

Xiaohuan's eyes were filled with tears: "Who admires this disciple? I hate him!"

"Haha, I hate it, my Xiaohuan also knows that he hates people." Tang Mi smiled, and couldn't help laughing.

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Cai Yun was doing nothing next to him. When he saw Wu Lun staring at him with a scorching look, he seemed to see through him. He spoke very rudely, and felt a little uncomfortable, so he naturally would not give Wu Lun any good face.

He said coldly: "Before this competition is over, the young master boasted that he won the first place. Don't you think it's too early? Perhaps there are people who write better than you."

Wu Lun did not notice the boredom in Caiyun's expression, and continued to smile and said, "Miss Caiyun, I just now, Master Tongzhi, Professor and Master Tang made the name of the following. Now, the manuscripts of all colleagues have been handed over, but no one can compare Wu Lun."

"Is that true?" Caiyun turned around and asked.

Mr. Tang sorted out the large stack of manuscripts in his hand and nodded: "It's all collected, no one can beat Wu Lun's virtuous nephew."

"It seems that there is still one who has not submitted the paper." Caiyun was a little unwilling to accept it, and his eyes turned on Wu Jie's head.

Everyone's eyes followed Caiyun and burst into laughter at the same time.

"There is another person who has not handed in the paper."

"Haha, I guess I can't write it out, and I'm going to hand in the blank paper again."

"Yeah, why do I say it again?"

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