Xu Jingzong was almost chased by Demon Cheng, and held the answer sheet and shouted: "Look, it's clear that Cheng Chumo, isn't that your son? This limerick is just your father."

Old Cheng went over and grabbed the test paper. When he looked up, he saw that it was his son's handwriting. Seeing the old people around him laughing at him, Cheng Yaojin was used to making trouble and shouted: "Is the one who called Cheng Chumo my son? There are so many names in the world. This is definitely not a poem written by my son. Who knows that my son is full of civil and military affairs..."

Originally, the laughter here made the audience around him unclear, so now Cheng Yaojin's loud shout directly reached the Chi Shang Huafang.

The word "Talent" in Cheng Demon Head had no words. A person stood out from a pleasure boat on Qujiangchi opposite and shouted: "Dad, that's the poem I wrote, how about it? Isn't it very appropriate?"

OK, Cheng Chumo was also a god-striking fight, and he heard his father questioning his poems and didn't know the situation on the scene.

Cheng Yaojin was embarrassed now. The officials laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth. Li Er was already lying on the side, covering his stomach. The father and son were so funny.

"Bastard, come up to me and come ashore. See if I won't peel your skin... A good poem will make you not perform well, and you will write something messy..." Cheng Yaojin cursed, and Cheng Chumo directly shrank his neck, and he was so scared that he hurriedly hid back to the pleasure boat. He didn't want to get ashore and be beaten.

Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "Duke Lu, what do you mean is that if the young master performs well, writing poetry will not be a problem?"

"That's right, at least it's better than what your child does, birds and flowers are fragrant, and it sounds sour." Cheng Yaojin replied disdainfully and returned to his seat.

"That's right, it's sour. Cheng Yaoxian, you're jealous. I can't smell it." Fatty Changsun joked.

"I'm jealous, jealousy is not as fat as you eat..."

The two of them were bothering each other, and everyone just thought they were just listening to it. Someone from the auditor noticed that Lu Deming, an assistant teacher in the Imperial College, read it again and again on a test paper, as if it was a masterpiece worth savoring repeatedly.

"Lao Lu, you have been staring at this test paper for a long time. What kind of good work is it that makes you feel so savored? Let's listen to it after reading it." Xu Jingzong urged.

Lu Deming hesitated for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "It's not that I'm savoring something, but I feel that the author has not finished writing this poem. Let's listen to it:

The mountain light suddenly sets westward, and the moon rises eastward.

It is cool to ride the evening, and open the pavilion and lie leisurely.

The lotus wind brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops clear sound.

I want to play the piano, but I hate that I don’t know how to appreciate it.”

Oh? Many examiners were stunned at the same time, and some people praised them. Good poetry and the mood are good. However, today is the grand occasion of the poetry gathering, but this person hates ignorant and seems a little arrogant. Could it be that no one in the pool can be called his soulmate?

Kong Yingda nodded, "There is no doubt that the poem is good, it is indeed as Deming said, and it seems that he is still unsatisfied. There should be another sentence after that, who is the author? You can call it out and ask."

Lu Deming looked down and said, "Oh, it says Du Shaoming."

Who? Du Shaoming? This exclamation came from the group of generals. No one knew the civil servants and didn't care. However, Cheng Yaojin knew Du Shaoming among the generals.

"Hey, Demon Cheng, don't you always think that the literati are poor? Why do you care about this student named Du Shaoming? Don't you think that the other person is poor?" Xu Jingzong joked.

Cheng Yaojin sneered, "It's just that your surname is Xu.

Du Shaoming, old Cheng, knows this. He is the younger brother of Du Shaoqing, the miracle doctor who saved the Empress. You know Du Shaoqing. It’s just the rumors these days that Changsun Chong is going to challenge someone.”

Changsun Wuji was dissatisfied. He was clearly rumored that Du Shaoqing challenged my son, and the old devil was trying to get in the wrong with his identity, but due to his identity, he did not refute.

The queen said in surprise: "What? Could it be that Du Shaoqing's younger brother came to participate in the competition from Luoxia Town? He is also qualified to be shortlisted for the poetry meeting? In this way, he has a little more talent than his brother."

Changsun Wuji's heart moved. Is Du Shaoqing's younger brother really here?

Other civil servants also noticed, "I heard that Du Shaoqing is the eldest son lost by Duke Ming. Is this Du Shaoming the same?"

"No, how can anyone have the surname Du? Du Shaoming is the child of Du Shaoqing's adoptive father." Cheng Yaojin explained, "I said, how about Du Shaoming's poem? How about the boss of the Changsun family? You all say that my son can't write poems, so what about this child?"

Kong Yingda pondered: "According to the artistic conception of lyrics, this poem is not inferior to that of Changsun Chong, but the disadvantage is that there is one less sentence in this poem. If the author is unable to make up for it, it will not work.

So I'd better call this person out and ask clearly."

The messenger soon began to issue orders to find his student Du Shaoming.

Du Shaoqing exclaimed in the cabin, Shaoming? Is he here? At this time, a shout came from the pleasure boat next to him, "I am."

Is this the sound again? Du Shaoqing couldn't help but walk out of the pleasure boat and looked up. It was not Shaoming, but a young man dressed in a low-key noble scholar. No, isn't this Wu Zhao's girl? Why did she come to the poetry meeting in the name of Shaoming?

"Hey, little girl, how are you making a fuss?" Du Shaoqing couldn't help but ask.

Wu Zhao didn't expect that he was so inch, just next to this person, and instantly blushed with a little face. He stomped his feet and whispered: "You have to care, who is the little girl? Don't talk too much, look at what I'm calling Changsun Chong today."

After saying that, he signaled the boatman to row the boat to the examiner's side. Du Shaoqing was stunned and dealt with Changsun Chong. Could she be to help me save the situation? Haha, this girl is really interesting, she is really good. Unfortunately, she is a little younger. Oh, isn't it suitable?... Du Shaoqing quickly shook his head. The idea just now was too sinister.

Everyone looked at the short-sized boy who was slowly approaching the bow of the independent boat and nodded. This temperament did not look like a child from a poor countryside.

"You are Du Shaoming? Did you write this poem?" Kong Yingda sent someone to hand over the test paper in his hand.

Wu Zhao took it and took a look, nodded and said loudly: "Yes, it was exactly what the students did."

Hum? When he heard this voice, the queen frowned. No, this is not Du Shaoming's voice. She has lived in Du's house for a few days and remembered the child's voice. At this time, the voice had a somewhat female tone. When she looked up carefully, she saw that it was nothing. This was a noble lady dressed as a man, but why did she pretend to be Du Shaoming?

"I think your poem is still not finished, and there is a sentence missing after that. Is there such a thing?"

Nodding openly, Wu Zhao said, "Yes, this is true. This poem was left by the student on purpose."
Chapter completed!