"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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Tang Mi and Xiao Huan were talking when the scholars in the hall found that Wu Jie had not handed in the paper yet, and knew that he had not written a single word, and at the same time burst into a sarcastic laugh.

Tang Mi's heart suddenly jumped. It was the first time that her poems and essays participated in such a competition. I don't know what comments Mr. Wen, professor, and father made. For a long time, when others talked about her talented woman, they always praised her, and there might not be a hint of compliments. To be honest, she didn't know what she wrote.

At this time, it was finally my turn to work, and I was really nervous.

"Xiao Huan, be quieter, it's time for Mr. Wu Jie to hand in the draft." Tang Mi's eyes were filled with a light of expectation.

"Miss, I'm afraid that Wu Da Si's fool will hand in the blank paper today." Xiao Huan was annoyed by Wu Lun's teasing of the singer's girl. His voice couldn't help but become louder and he sneered: "Miss, you saw it just now. The manuscript in his hand has been accidentally broken. Now even if you want to copy it, there is no place to copy it."

Tang Mi said lightly: "Young Master Wu Jie is not stupid. The song "Linjiang Xian" is only fifty or sixty words. After reading it for an afternoon, I should have memorized it."

"Miss, you are still saying good things for him. What kind of memory can a fool have? Besides..."

"What's more?" Tang Mi noticed that Xiao Huan's tone was wrong and became alert.

Xiao Huan was stunned and realized his words were lost. He said, "Little... Miss, maid, I just handed over your manuscript to Wu Jie. He has never had the chance to read it, let alone memorize it..."

"Ah!" Tang Mi screamed in surprise, with a hint of anger in her eyes, and said coldly: "You kneel down."

"Miss." Xiao Huan knew that it was not good. The reason why she delayed the poem meeting before giving Wu Jie a manuscript was that she wanted Wu Jie to recite it in a hurry and make a big ugly. This scene fell into Mr. Tang's eyes, and maybe he would make up his mind to give up the marriage.

"Kneel down!" Miss Tang immediately burst out and shouted sternly: "As a servant, this is how you do things. You must be successful in Mr. Wu Jie, so you deliberately delayed not to give him a manuscript, wanting him to make a fool of everyone. Have you ever thought about it? Wu Jie and I have a engagement with me. His face is the face of me, Tang Mi, and my face is the face of you. I have been spoiling you for the past few years, but I didn't expect you to pick up your ideas for me. I can't afford a maid like you. I pack up my things immediately and go home!"

"Miss!" Xiao Huan was so scared that she immediately knelt on the ground. When she thought of leaving Miss Tang, tears fell in a row, and she didn't care about anything else. She cried loudly: "Miss, Xiao Huan knows that she is wrong, don't drive me away. If you can't be with you, Xiao Huan might as well die!"

"Don't cry, go!" Tang Mi heard this crying loudly and lost her look: "There are many people here."

Unfortunately, because the crying was so loud that the other side of the screen immediately became quiet.

Then Mr. Tang shouted angrily: "Who is making noise behind? Get out!"

Tang Mi and Xiao Huan hurriedly walked out, first gave everyone a blessing, and then bowed to Wen Tongzhi and Professor Fuxue: "Tang Mi has met Master Wen, Professor, Dad and all the young masters."

While saying that, he secretly looked at Wu Jie sitting below.

Under his seat, Wu Jie suddenly stood up: "You, you are really the eldest lady of Tang Mi."

Tang Mi's mouth was bent again, like a gorgeous peony flower blooming, which made everyone hold their breath for a moment.

Huang and Jiang Ersheng next to him looked like a pig brother. He heard Wu Jie's scream and snorted at the same time: "Sit down, Wu Da Siss, this is the famous Miss Tang Mi and Tang in our Sichuan."

"Isn't it a little puff?" Wu Jie opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak: "It turns out that what she said is true. Alas, I should have thought of it. Drinking alcohol will make things worse."

I thought Tang Mi looked like Master Tang, a wretched fat man, but unexpectedly she was so beautiful, which was unscientific!

Such an ugly guy can give birth to such a daughter, which is suspicious and very suspicious.

Seeing his daughter running here to show up in public, Master Tang was shocked and shouted angrily: "What do you think of running here? Go quickly and go quickly."

Tang Mi: "Dad, my daughter heard that the daughter Caiyun, the saint of Shu, came over, and wanted to come over to see her pipa skills, so she secretly hid behind the screen. She was so angry that she screamed in surprise."

Master Tang waved his sleeves and said, "Don't you retreat yet?"

Wen Tongzhi, who had not spoken, suddenly looked up and said to Tang Mi kindly: "If you want to listen, you can come over and listen openly. You don't have to leave, just stand behind the screen."

Tang Mi was very surprised: "Thank you, Lord Wen." He hurriedly brought Xiaohuan back to the back of the screen, but his little heads still popped out from time to time, causing unreasonable throbbing in the hearts of the scholars in the hall.

Master Tang waved his head: "I'm too spoiled her."

Lord Wen smiled: "If Zongzhi was here now, he would definitely say: 'What my children do and say naturally, please do it with pleasure, so why do others comment on it?' This is his style as a famous scholar like Yang Zongzhi."

Mr. Tang was suffocated, and he said a few times, turning his head to look at the sentient beings: "Okay, who else hasn't handed in the paper? Wu Jie, you are the only one left, come and take a look. This poetry meeting is over, so don't be too slow. If you really can't write it, get out!"

He shouted angrily and once again fell on Wu Jie who was standing still.

"Fuck, it turns out that Xiaopin is Tang Mi, my Wu Jie's fiancée in this world... I actually divorced her. It's so stupid!" Wu Jie asked the sky speechlessly.

Looking back on the blind date in the modern world yesterday, he felt like he was eating a big fly. It was certain that he was a handsome and elegant young man, but in modern society, because he had no money or power, he couldn't even look down on me even if he was not mainstream.

It's better to be in ancient times. Although I, Wu Jie, have an ordinary appearance and a fool, but a talented woman like Tang Mi, is devoted to me. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Xiao Huan to bring a song "Linjiangxian" in advance and let me, Wu Jie copy it.

It’s my luck to have a wife like this.

Everyone was excited and gloating in their hearts, hoping that Wu Jie would throw away another adult. At noon, this fool had not written a word, and this time he probably couldn't hold it out.

The more embarrassing Wu Jie is, the greater the chance we have.

For a moment, everyone looked nervous, and some even clenched their fists, just waiting for Wu Jie to hand over the blank paper and knock him out of the hall.

"Haha, Uncle Tang is right, don't be too slow to write it out." Wu Lu smiled proudly: "It's a bit rude if you can't write it out in such a beautiful scenery. If you don't write a word, you'd be a little rude. The word "Linjiangxian" is not very difficult to say. As long as you know the rhythm and the tone, and be anxious, even ordinary people can make a few sentences. If it really doesn't work, just fill in a few words and make a limerick."

"Yes, just do a limerick, just treat it as a fun." Everyone exclaimed again.

"I can write lilac poems, I can do this." Wu Jie, who was standing there as he was stunned by the noise of the crowd, suddenly shouted: "I like to write lilac poems the most, and I write them very well. For example, at noon, I wrote a poem about the Three Gorges, but because I didn't know if this poem meeting was going to be."

"Oh, Brother Jie wrote a poem at noon, why didn't you submit the manuscript?" Wu Lun pretended to be heartbroken: "Brother Jie, Brother Jie, what's the point of asking me to tell you for me? Otherwise, you can read it for everyone now."

"Okay, I'll read it." Wu Jie still looked like a lurking look, and said loudly: "Walk to see the Three Gorges, it's winding and twisting like hemp ropes. If you look backwards, it's still a rope... I've finished reading it, how is it written?"

With a shy smile, Wu Jie looked very shy.

"Puchi!" Someone sprayed out the tea in his mouth.

Someone squatted on the ground with his belly covered.

Even the solemn Wen Tongzhi shook his head with a smile.

Mr. Tang was so angry that his face was blue and he patted the table repeatedly: "Come on, let me give this unscenery tamper."

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ps: I modified it and combined the two chapters into one, so I won’t update it in the afternoon.

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Chapter completed!