There is obviously more than Zhao Rong, the only one who covet Mi Ning's appearance in Runzhou City, so today there are more Shilin students who are surrounded by Mi Ning like stars and moon. In addition, there are many people watching, and the inner and outer three layers are surrounded by water. Therefore, although Zhao Rong quickly arrived at the scene, it was still difficult to show off near Mi Ning's side, and he could only appreciate the charming face of his future wife through the crowd.

Mi Ning's brother and Huang Tingjian's grandson Huang Jiao were also on the scene, and it was obviously the focus of the scene. Several scholars begged in front of them and said, "Mr. Mi, Mr. Huang, it's time to ask you to write lyrics. Today, hundreds of students from Runzhou gathered here to appreciate your masterpieces."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Huang and Mr. Mi, it's time to ask you to recite poems and lyrics. We have been feeling itchy for a long time."

Everyone agreed, but it might be enough to see the onlookers. Huang Jiu also spoke, smiled at Mi Ning's brother and said, "Brother Shi, it's really getting late. It's time to ask you to show your skills and write a few poems. I'll listen carefully."

"Brother Huang, you'd better ask first." Mi Ning's brother gave in: "I'd better ask Brother Huang to write a poem first, and I'll show you ugly."

"Brother Mi, don't be polite." Huang Jiu smiled even brighter and said, "I have heard that Brother Mi, you are the three masters of poetry, painting and calligraphy. In the past few days, I have only seen Brother Mi, your calligraphy and painting and painting. I have not had the opportunity to appreciate Brother Mi, but I have taken this opportunity to appreciate Brother Mi, your literary talent."

Seeing that Huang Jiu insisted on asking him to write lyrics first, and when the literati around him begged him to write poems as soon as possible, Mi Ning's brother stopped giving in and said, "Well, then I'll throw away the bricks and jade, and give him an ugly poem first."

Everyone cheered, and Mi Ning's brother coughed and cleared his throat first, then he chanted loudly: "The fairy is wandering in sweat. The white phoenix is ​​graceful, the silver sea is shining. The children are greedy for playing. The wind eaves are folded and the plum blossoms are watching. The silver sand is flattened on the evening shore. I smile and hold the cold raincoat, chatting as a fisherman's companion. The jade clouds blow continuously. The return boat is full of apple blossoms."

"good--!"

The whole house was cheering, not only the twenty or thirty scholars around Beihuang and praised each other, but the onlookers also pretended to applaud. Zhao Rong, who could barely understand some poetry, nodded secretly and said to himself: "It's not bad, I can't tell that my brother-in-law is still a little skillful. Having such a person as my brother-in-law will not be considered a disgrace to my reputation."

"Exceeded, more awards." Brother Mi Ning bowed his hands and smiled very happily.

"Good lyrics, peerless lyrics." Huang Jiu, who was extremely unpopular in Zhao Rong's favor, also clapped and said, "Brother Mi is indeed the best in poetry, calligraphy and painting. If nothing unexpected happens, Brother Mi's poem will definitely be the first in this literary gathering."

"Brother Huang is rewarded." Brother Mi Ningzhi bowed his hands again and said with a modest smile: "Brother Huang, I'm already ugly. Is it your turn now?"

"That's right, that's right." The other scholars agreed and said, "Young Master Huang, it's time to ask you to write a poem so that I can see your literary talent."

"Then you're welcome."

Huang Ji finally agreed, and then he also learned from Brother Mi Ning's cough and cleared his throat. He looked at Mi Ning intentionally or unintentionally, and then chanted loudly: "The clouds in Longshou gathered in the sky and the cold light shone on the moon. Don't doubt the jade in Kunjingshan. Linlang suspected that the fairy did not blush in this place. The beautiful frost skirt was truly elegant, and the fragrance came secretly to others. He tied the broken jade branches indiscriminately. He couldn't find it in the snow, and the green calyx distinguished the genius."

Needless to say, there were naturally cheers in the whole room, and the applause shook the sky, and Huang Jiong smiled brighter. While pretending to be modest, he looked at Mi Ning next to him with pride. However, just as Huang Jiong was proud, a very disharmonious voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, saying loudly: "On average, it's not appropriate! I don't have the right to ask Mr. Yuanhui and the others to evaluate!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Subconsciously, they looked in the voice. Huang Jiong turned his head angrily, but saw that the person who was singing the opposite tune was somewhat familiar. He was wearing a Confucian shirt and holding a folding fan in his hand. He had a greasy head and a frivolous face, and had a bad face, a slutty face, a slutty face and a disgusting face. Of course, this was Huang Jiong's evaluation.

The person who deliberately sang this opposite was of course our Zhao Rong and Zhao Dalangjun. Seeing everyone turning their heads to look at him, Zhao Rong was not nervous, but just said loudly: "What are you looking at? Are you wrong? This young master Huang sang about the night scene. It is now high in noon and daytime. What is the cold light coming from the moon? Also, what does it mean to not be seen in the snow? It is early summer in April. What snow coming from? How can it be calculated as the situation?"

"It's this young master Mi who did the poems well." Zhao Rong took the opportunity to put a high hat on his future brother-in-law, pointed to his future brother-in-law, Brother Mi Ning, and said loudly: "The river view he chanted is the cold spring on the edge of the Yangtze River. The poem he chanted is the river view. Even if the title is in the same way, it must be done improvisation. Unlike this young master Huang, the night view of the night in broad daylight must have been written in advance, and he repeatedly pondered and revised it, and then he got it to the limelight today."

After spitting and belittled the Huang Qi, Zhao Rong asked loudly again: "Young Master Huang, I'm right, have you prepared your snow night scene lyrics in advance and didn't take it out and recite it until today?"

Perhaps because of Huang Tingjian's face, although the literati present had different expressions, no one was willing to say anything. Mi Ning also frowned slightly. I don't know if he was dissatisfied with Zhao Rong's nonsense and picking on the eggs, or if he was recognizing Zhao Rong's words, but other ordinary people did not have so many concerns, chattered and talked endlessly, and some people nodded repeatedly and echoed Zhao Rong's analysis and evaluation.

Seeing this scene, Huang Jiong's face was of course blue and white, and his fists were clenched quietly, and he took a lot of effort to suppress his anger. Then he smiled and said, "What this brother said is that the poems I am talking about are indeed the night scenes of chanting, but today's literary gathering is just to make friends through literature, and there is no requirement to be expressed according to the situation. So even if the night scene is being recited, it doesn't matter much."

"It is better to meet than to be famous than to meet, and it is better to be famous than to meet." Zhao Rong sighed and said with a pretentious regret: "I didn't expect that the famous Huang Jiao Huang, the eldest grandson of Mr. Huang, the famous Taoist of the valley, came to the foot of Jinshan Mountain in Runzhou at this moment, next to the cold spring in the middle, and could not write poems improvised. He could only use old works to make up his numbers. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Of course, Zhao Rong's words were equivalent to declaring war against Huang Ji, so as soon as he spoke, everyone present suddenly became a big uproar. Huang Ji was so angry that his face turned black and said loudly: "Okay, since this brother Tai is so belittled by the poem, then I guess Brother Tai must be full of talent and talent. Can you ask Brother Tai to write a poem on the theme of the scenery here and let us admire it?"

"I dare not, I dare not, Mr. Mi, who is famous in Runzhou, dares to show his ugly appearance here?"

Zhao Rong shouldn't have pretended to be so encouraging, because at this moment, a shocking scream came from the open space where the tables and chairs were placed, which immediately stole Zhao Rong's limelight and attracted the attention of everyone present. Everyone looked in the voice, but saw a few scholars rushing over quickly and shouting loudly: "Brother Mi, Brother Huang, come and see it. A masterpiece has been released. Someone wrote a bold poem, which made Mr. Yanshan and Mr. Yuanhui and others applaud together!"

"Mr. Yuanhui also asserted that today's literary meeting will inevitably be led by that poem! Come and see it!"

When they saw Zhao Rong refused to accept the call, they heard these shouts. Of course, everyone present rushed over with curiosity. The Mi brothers and sisters and Huang Jie were among them. When they passed by Zhao Rong, Huang Jie glared at Zhao Rong fiercely, but Zhao Rong screamed regretful and cursed inwardly: "Damn it, that bastard is messing with me. Why did I miss such a good opportunity to show off?"

He cursed secretly, out of curiosity, and in order to take a few more glances at his future wife, Zhao Rong hurriedly followed, wanting to see what kind of shocking poems were coming out.
Chapter completed!