Numb, completely numb.

Mr. Bujie is indeed a layman who does not abstain from discipline. He starts frying fish as soon as he gets off the stage.

Once this positive and negative poem comes out, all other poems are tasteless.

Not only are the poems well-written, but the artistic conception is also profound, depicting the resentment and longing of a woman in the boudoir vividly.

While everyone was still immersed in the poetry, a rare sly smile appeared on Li Bi Yao's lips.

She clapped her hands unexpectedly. When everyone looked at her subconsciously, Li Biyao shouted, "My husband has the demeanor of a poet."

Li Biyao is still conservative, so conservative that people don't know how to refute her.

A group of scholars opened their mouths with ugly expressions, but were all speechless.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If possible, they would rather lose to Xu Miaojin.

Those who know about losing to Xu Miaojin know that pretending to be the one who gives in to women is also a good story.

But now, the fig leaf is gone and they are being crushed.

Li Liuli looked at her sister in surprise. This was not like her sister's behavior.

But she was only surprised for a moment, and the next second she rolled her eyes and followed.

"Sister, you are too immodest."

Everyone was stunned when Li Liuli said this.

Is this an internal conflict? Dog-eat-dog?

However, only Li Liuli's fourth sister and husband knew what kind of Yin-Yang master she was in the past.

As expected, Li Liuli continued, "Although I haven't seen anyone as talented as my husband in the past few decades, what if he does emerge in the next few years?"

"What if within two years, Prince Wang and the others suddenly become enlightened and surpass my husband in one fell swoop?"

Suddenly, Li Liuli covered her mouth abruptly, and her already big eyes widened even wider.

"No, no, sister, don't you think they will never work out?"

"Yes, after all, not everyone can compare to my husband."

"That's my sister's fault. I thought everyone was just a little bit short of a husband."

"But it doesn't matter. I believe that Master Wang, Master Wang, and others will definitely surpass my husband within ten years."

"Don't you think so, Prince Wang?"

Wang Shichao's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he really wanted to say that I was a piece of shit.

Brothers, I am speechless. Who can understand?

The mouth of a bamboo snake and the sting of a wasp are not poisonous. The most poisonous thing is a woman's heart.

Anyway, there are many people with the surname Wang, so I have no fear. As long as I don’t say anything, no one will say that Li Liuli is referring to me.

But he was obviously overthinking it, although he looked left and right, it seemed that the Young Master Wang that Li Liuli mentioned was someone else.

But everyone's focused gazes made him realize that even if he played dumb, others would not let him go.

Seeing that he remained silent, someone beside Wang Shichao clasped his fists and said, "Princess, what you said is absolutely right. We recognize the talents of Wang Shichao and Wang Tong."

"No matter what others say, I, Zhao Nan, will never be able to defeat them. I also believe that Wang Shichao and Wang Tong will be able to write a poem that will be remembered for ages within ten years."

"Ah, yes, yes, I believe that too."

"So am I."

Wang Shichao is crazy, this is too much, my friend.

You want to cheat me, sneak attack me, and bully me, a 22-year-old weak scholar?

Wang Tong was also annoyed. It’s fine if you just deal with Wang Shichao, but why do you involve me as well?

At this time, Li Chengyu couldn't help but say: "It's almost time, read the next poem."

Although there are some, they are basically done by talented women, and their standards are not as good as Li Xiuzhu's, and even Wang Shichao's. For a while, everyone was a little bored.

Uh, no, it can’t be said to be boring. There are Li Xiuzhu’s poems to appreciate. For a while, people who like poetry were immersed in appreciating Li Xiuzhu’s poems.

Su Xiaoxiao stood up and said softly, "There are so many excellent works today, and Xiaoxiao is also very enlightened after listening to them."

"The next step is the review phase. Only the top three nominations will be announced. Everyone can nominate the work that they think can be in the top three."

"First, I would like to nominate Lord Li's Winter Boudoir Grievance. I wonder if you have any other suggestions."

"I'll do it, I'll nominate the female student Xu Miaojin's "Viewing Plum Blossoms in the Snow."

"I nominate Chang'e Night Dance."

"This must have Wang Shichao's Jian'an Yashi."

Wang Shichao's mouth twitched: Thank you so much.

"Wang Tong, live up to this day."

Wang Tong: Thank you too.

Hey, why should I say that?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

In the beginning, the two of them wanted to compete for the top three, but now the top three are meaningless. The people who were named are just embarrassing themselves.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that they are Li Xiuzhu and his wife and Xu Miaojin.

Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that everyone works together to be xenophobic.

If it were a less famous foreigner, everyone might actually do the same.

But Li Xiuzhu is a marquis, his wife is a princess, and the remaining one is a female student.

How to fight? Hit with the head? "Okay, is there anyone else to nominate? If not, then the counting of votes will begin."

One table, one vote. Just choose directly. No voting required.

Because we usually have to please girls, there is naturally no such thing as anonymous voting.

A wooden board was pushed up, and a maid was standing beside it with charcoal in her hand, writing the names of the four people.

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao spoke again: "There are too many poems today, which delayed everyone's meal time. I am a little rude."

"But fortunately, there are many excellent works this time, and I believe everyone is satisfied. This is a small relief."

"After the voting is over, the prince has prepared a banquet. Please move to the dining pavilion."

At this point, Su Xiaoxiao held the silk in her white jade hand and placed it on her chin. She looked a little more mischievous and said, "The prince spent a lot of money on this meal. He hired a chef from outside, but it was very expensive."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then they started to speculate.

"Could it be the chef of Zuixianlou?"

"Hey, brother, how long have you not been out? The most expensive place now is not Zuixianlou."

The speaker paused and continued, "But even the chef of Zuixianlou can understand it. After all, Zuixianlou is still expensive."

The person who spoke earlier was startled.

"Brother Han, I was ill for two months. Is there anything new in our capital?"

It's nonsense that he has been ill for two months. He is just too poor to go out.

Do you really think that all educated people are rich? Except for the wealthy and powerful, few people are rich.

But urban people can be poor but cannot lose face, so at this time, it is most economical to stay at home when you are sick.

Han Yu naturally knew the inside story, and he did not expose it after hearing it. He smiled and said, "There is a great restaurant called Yunzhulou in our Shangjing City recently."

"It's no exaggeration to say that we are making a fortune every day."

A bucket of gold may seem like a lot, but it is actually much more than that.

Yunzhu Tower sells nearly two thousand taels of silver every day, and after deducting the costs, the net profit is about 1,700 taels, but even then there is still not enough space.

Otherwise, three to five thousand won't be a problem.

In just two months, Fu Yunshuang fulfilled his bet of earning ten thousand taels a month.

(End of this chapter)