Xu Miaojin's poem "Viewing Plum Blossoms in the Snow" immediately delighted these literati and scholars.

I saw everyone standing up excitedly and offering free flattery.

"Good, very good, Miss Miaojin is worthy of the title of female scholar."

"I'm afraid that Miss Miao Jin will be awarded the title of female scholar again next year."

"It's a pity that Miss Miaojin is not a man, otherwise she would have been made a marquis and a prime minister. I'm afraid there would be no chance for us to win the imperial examination."

"This sentence should only exist in heaven, how often can it be heard in the world?"

Hey, hey, hey, isn't your flattery too fake? It's over, it's over.

Xu Miaojin blushed, and felt even more embarrassed after reading Li Xiuzhu's poem.

I did a good job, but it is only worthy of the word "good".

The embarrassed Xu Miaojin strongly experienced what it felt like to be a social dead. If she had the ability, she would definitely have a three-bedroom apartment.

When Wang Tong saw this, he knew that his situation was hopeless, so he decided to follow the lead and maybe win the favor of the female student, and his life would take off.

Wang Tong clasped his fists and stood up, saying with a self-deprecating smile: "I thought today's masterpiece would definitely make a splash, but I didn't expect to meet a female student."

"I can't compare to Miss Miao Jin in appreciating plum blossoms in the snow."

"If there is a chance in the future, I look forward to asking Miss Miao Jin for advice."

At this moment, all the men present, except Li Xiuzhu, paused and started cursing in their hearts.

As the saying goes, smiling on the outside, but feeling miserable in the heart.

The bastard was making the clanking sound of the abacus in his hands, and they could hear it clearly even though they were more than ten meters away.

Li Chengyu frowned slightly and planned to go down and warn the bastard to stay away from Xu Miaojin.

Wang Shichao was not as cunning as Li Chengyu, so he immediately said, "Wang Tong, what is your level? If your level is not good enough, you should ask the master for advice. Why can't the master teach you?"

"The abacus is making a clacking sound. I can hear it from where I am standing."

"No self-awareness."

"You..." Wang Tong was stunned. He didn't expect Wang Shichao to be so disrespectful to him.

"Don't I deserve it? Do you deserve it?"

Although Wang Shichao is not good at poetry, he has a good brain. Hearing this, he said directly: "I am not worthy either, so I know myself well and only look for a teacher, so as not to ruin the reputation of female students."

This... bastard, so aggrieved, is he saying that I am ruining the reputation of female students? "Puff~"

“Haha~”

"Brother Wang is a man of quick words."

“…”

Regardless of gender, everyone supports Wang Shichao at this moment.

Even Xu Miaojin couldn't help but take another look at Wang Shichao.

She didn't want to discuss poetry with Wang Tong. Wouldn't it be better to discuss poetry with the Marquis?

At this time, the servant who was chanting and paying attention to the time felt that it was time for him to speak. If he didn't speak, he might be picked on again.

"Please continue to enjoy the poetry."

"Chang'e dances at night, Princess Wenjie Li Biyao."

"Why is it too late for the white jade flowers in the sky? When people are idle, the jade trees will naturally emit fragrance."

"The night god's moon is cold and the Yaotai is quiet, I wonder if it is the long sleeves of the colorful clothes dancing."

Suddenly, everyone was stunned. It was another good poem.

The poems of this couple are on par with those of the female student Xu Miaojin.

Some people may prefer Chang'e's night dance, while others may prefer watching plum blossoms in the snow.

Although Princess Wenjie is already married and has no investment value, she is still a princess after all. Who dares to offend her? Who dares to let her suffer injustice? Li Chengyu was the first to express his position.

"The Fourth Princess's Night Dance of Chang'e is full of fantasy. Just listening to the poem makes people feel as if they are in a fairyland. It is really wonderful."

"Yes, this poem by Fourth Sister is probably quite different from the poem by the female scholar Xu Miaojin."

Li Shishi blinked as she spoke.

"Maybe Fourth Sister will be able to get the title of Female Scholar next year."

Hearing Li Chengyu calling Miaojin, Xu Miaojin frowned slightly, but she did not refute.

Li Chengyu is a prince and cannot act on impulse.

However, after hearing what Li Chengyu said, Xu Miaojin suddenly stood up and looked at Li Xiuzhu.

"Your Majesty is a great poet. What do you think of Miao Jin and the princess's poems?"

"??? Diverting trouble? Or what is your purpose?"

Fu Yuehua can rarely hear Li Xiuzhu's inner voice now, as if Li Xiuzhu speaks without thinking.

When she heard it, she was stunned for a moment before she reacted. Then she looked at Xu Miaojin with an unfriendly expression.

Li Xiuzhu didn't care what Xu Miaojin was thinking and said, "Just like what Your Highness said, the difference between the two is similar. It all depends on personal preference to say which one is better."

"As a husband, I naturally prefer the poems of my daughter Bi Yao."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Li Xiuzhu's frank words not only made Li Biyao and the other girls' eyes light up, but also Xu Miaojin's eyes lit up.

Help your relatives first and then help others, this is the sense of security that women need.

Reason? Do I need you to reason with me? Li Biyao didn't care about these false reputations now. She wrote poems just for fun. She immediately said, "Read the next poem."

"There's no need for you to argue about me. I don't take these things very seriously."

Li Biyao's open-mindedness immediately attracted the favor of many people, both men and women.

It’s just a pity for the men that Li Bi Yao got married. Some of them even felt a little bit of Cao’s thief spirit when they saw the mature and charming Li Bi Yao.

It is true that everyone hates Cao Cao, and everyone wants to be Cao Cao.

Unfortunately, they only have the heart but not the life.

Just like most of the people here.

After hearing what Li Biyao said, the attendant in charge of chanting hurriedly read the next scroll of poems.

Since Li Xiuzhu and Li Biyao were next to each other, it was naturally his turn.

Li Bi Yao didn't care about it just now, but now she became serious and wanted to see the reactions of these talented men next.

Thinking of Wang Shichao's previous provocation, Li Biyao looked at him meaningfully.

I don’t know if this child will be affected.

"Winter boudoir resentment, undisciplined hermit, Li Xiuzhu."

It was just a beginning, and the topic went haywire before the main text even appeared.

"What? He is a lay Buddhist who does not practice abstinence?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible...!"

"If he doesn't quit being a lay Buddhist, doesn't that mean that the most controversial poems that won the title of Poet of the Year this year were all written by Li Xiuzhu?"

"Really? I hit myself?"

"Fuck..."

“Awesome…”

The argument did not last long, because seeing them arguing, the chanter only paused, but that was all.

"The snowflakes fly and warm the fragrant cheeks, and the fragrant cheeks melt into the warm snowflakes."

Everyone was suddenly quiet as they listened to the chanting waiter who hadn't waited for them to start reciting the verses.

But this quietness is only on the surface; inside, everyone is not as quiet as they appear to be.

From just the first line of the poem, they sensed something was wrong.

This poem seems to be symmetrical? "I am bullied by the snow, and I am bullied by the snow."

Hiss, it really is! At this moment, they all realized Li Xiuzhu's trump card.

"When we say goodbye, plum blossoms bloom, and when plum blossoms bloom, we say goodbye."

"I don't hate it when it blooms late, but I hate not returning when it blooms late."

(End of this chapter)