Hearing the questioning voice, Li Xiuzhu immediately began to speak righteously.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Am I, your husband, such a person that cannot stand the test?"

Li Liuli's eyes were slightly dimmed, and he stared at Li Xiuzhu for several seconds. He was almost overwhelmed by Li Xiuzhu, this peerless master.

"I won't expose you, my husband. Please don't be so lewd."

"If you want to have sex, wait until you get home. There are so many sisters at home who are hungry for food."

Huh? What's up? I didn't feed you? Why are you so arrogant?

But before he could refute, he suddenly froze.

"Well, ma'am, that's what you said."

It's not that he's a coward, it's just that someone has the upper hand over him, so he has no choice but to do what he wants.

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao continued, "The next one is Miss Huahong from Xiufang Garden."

Huahong is not a big shot, just a famous member of Xiufangyuan. It is free for him to perform in such a place.

Many people even want to get in by paying money, but the threshold to get in is not just paying money, you also have to have a skill, or at least it can't be too bad.

Usually, if someone can perform a song, they will become popular for a period of time in the future, and they will gain profit and fame, which are the real benefits.

Huahong performed her dancing skills. Not to mention her graceful dance, agile movements, and slender waist that could be held in one hand.

Li Xiuzhu wanted to go home and discuss the matter with the ladies.

Among his wives, only three practiced martial arts, and only Nong Yue and Shen Youwei, who came from brothels, had such flexible bodies.

Speaking of which, although other people have also started to learn martial arts, they still haven't done enough stretching.

The third program was a guqin performance by Shanglinyuan.

Although everyone is in Shanglin Garden now, they didn’t show up at this time. I don’t know if it was to be the finale or they just didn’t come.

"Everyone, it is already the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year is just around the corner. This gathering should be the last chance to find any good works this year, to find out who will be crowned the King of Poetry, and to find out whether there will be any female students."

"So, from now on, gentlemen and ladies, please go all out."

At this moment, it was visible to the naked eye that the atmosphere at the scene was different, as if it had a bit more bleakness?

Li Xiuzhu blinked, looked at Li Biyao and asked, "What's going on with this Poetry King and the female student?"

Li Biyao blinked when she heard this, as if she was surprised that Li Xiuzhu didn't know.

However, thinking about her husband's past decadent history, it seemed normal that she didn't know. It seemed that he met her for the first time at a poetry reading.

After all, it is a poetry gathering for scholars and literati. Who would invite an uneducated and uncultured man?

Look at everyone present, even the second generation has some writing experience.

Li Biyao explained: "The Poetry King is evaluated every year, and the poems produced in each county in a year are summarized, and then they are evaluated by the four major academies in Beijing."

"Because of different personal preferences, the poems and essays evaluated by the four major academies in the capital are divided into grades."

"Each academy selects the ten best poems in its opinion, with the first place getting ten points, the second place nine points, and so on."

"Finally, the scores of each academy will be summarized and the first place will be selected as the Poetry King."

"And the evaluation of the academy is also qualitative. After the academy teachers have evaluated, there is also the teacher's evaluation."

"The master's ticket is calculated twice as much as that of an ordinary gentleman."

"So generally speaking, it is fair. If someone is dissatisfied with the ranking, they can go to the Confucius Temple to file a complaint, and then three Confucian masters will review it."

"Of course, this complaint is not free. It costs three hundred taels of silver. If the person who complains can be included in the list, the full amount will be returned. If not, it will be counted as the complaint fee for the three masters."

Li Xiuzhu never thought that the world of literati could be played like this.

"It seems that this poem is quite valuable."

Li Biyao smiled when she heard that.

"The most popular poems right now are those of my husband."

Li Bi Yao paused and continued, "My husband, work hard and strive to win the title of Poet King for three years and be called the Poet Saint."

Li Xiuzhu was stunned.

"There is also a poet saint? He won the title of Poet King for three years?"

Li Biyao shook her head.

"It's not just about winning the title of Poetry King for three years, it's about winning the title of Poetry King for three consecutive years."

"Above the Poet Saint is the Poet Immortal. One has to win three Poet Saints in a row to become the Poet Immortal."

“So there are always poet kings, poet saints rarely appear once in a hundred years, and poet immortals rarely appear once in a thousand years.”

"Hiss~" Li Xiuzhu took a breath. If the Tang Dynasty also counted like this, how awesome would Li Bai be? "Is the female students also divided in this way? What are the above female students?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Li Biyao chuckled when she heard that.

"My husband, you think too much. The female students were only selected by us in the capital."

"There is nothing above the female students."

"But it's rare for female students to be evaluated every three years."

"The last class of female students was from the Xu family. You can see that our family is below us. Miao Jin is also old enough to get married."

Xu Miaojin? Li Xiuzhu was startled and looked down, but unfortunately he could not see anything except his wife. Unless he stood up, maybe he could see her outline.

Li Xiuzhu glanced at her and turned back, asking with a strange look on his face, "Don't tell me her father's name is Xu Da."

Li Biyao was startled, then smiled and said, "Husband, are you asking even though you already know the answer? Could it be that you know Commander Xu Da?"

"Commander?"

"Yes, it's Xu Da, the commander of the Five Cities Army. Doesn't your husband know the commander's name? How come???"

Do you believe my guess? This world is so interesting. There are a lot of people with the same names as historical celebrities, and some even have the same children.

But why isn’t the female student Xu Miaoyun?

Could it be that Xu Miaojin was the elder sister? Just like the relationship between Li Xiuning and Li Lizhi? Just when Li Xiuzhu was doubting, Su Xiaoxiao seemed to have finished speaking.

"Next, His Royal Highness the Third Prince will announce the topic of today's poem."

Li Chengyu stood up after hearing this and said in a loud voice, "Before I came here today, I met Lingtai Lang from the Imperial Observatory who said there would be snow today. Why not use the snow as the theme of today's poem?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuzhu glanced at the gloomy sky. It was not impossible for snow to fall.

But if this is accurate, then the Imperial Observatory is indeed quite capable.

Li Chengyu sat down after he finished speaking, and Su Xiaoxiao continued, "Then please ask all the gentlemen and ladies to write poems."

"One stick of incense, please!"

As soon as Su Xiaoxiao finished speaking, two teams of maids came forward, one on the left and one on the right, and each of them had a set of four treasures of the study on their tray.

A maid came to Li Xiuzhu's table and was puzzled by the sight of the large table of people.

The maid bowed to Li Xiuzhu and asked carefully, "Which one of the Marquis and the Madam wrote the poem?"

Li Xiuzhu glanced around, only to find that everyone was staring at him.

"Well, don't you write poetry?"

"This is a female student!"

(End of this chapter)