As the first poem was recited, it received praise from its own people, so the works followed one after another were sent to the stage.

The two old men took turns to read one article, and nodded after reading it, and did not care about it well, so they left their names and seals directly.

This is like in modern society, sending a group of fools who don’t know much about money to a famous foreign university and then having fun every day. In name, it is to study and get a degree, but in fact it is to shape a golden body, so that you can come back to China and show off in the future. In fact, if you haven’t learned anything abroad for a few years, you will learn to be a bad person and come back, and then call it “advanced concept!”

Zhou Xiaomo can be sure that most of the people here tonight are playboys, and I haven't read a few books. There are not a few drops of ink in my belly, and it is even stuffed with a woman's rouge fragrance and butt and thighs. It would be strange if I could learn.

There are also a few slutty boys who look like Pig Head 3, who ask the servants around you to write temporarily and make up for the numbers. Anyway, no one is laughing at each other. Everyone is here to have fun. Although they are dressed very gentle, they all wave their folding fans and smile, looking like they are in their stomachs. In fact, they all know what they are.

It is indeed great to win the hearts of the girl Qingyu, but it is no big deal if you can't see her. Anyway, there are so many girls outside. As long as you leave this building, you can choose whatever girls outside, as long as you have money.

These playboys are usually unstudy, but they also feel good about themselves in the flattery of a bunch of pig-like servants.

So even if you let the people around you write for them, it won’t be much better.

The masters are all fools. How good can the servants who flatter fools every day be? The poems they send are almost all bullshit.

In the end, the two old men who read poetry seemed weak and had no energy. Anyway, as long as they were sent, they would just read it. Then they nodded and smiled mechanically, signed and stamped.

Since the theme of Miss Qingyu tonight was to be happy and happy, these big fools all pointed their finger at Liu Chan, who could not write poems and had fun with their experts. Although the poems he wrote were ridiculous, each poem criticized the Later Lord of Shu as useless.

Either Liu Chan plays crickets and ruins the country, or Shu is the last lord of Shu fights dogs and ignores the government affairs, and some people even impose on Liu Chan's head based on their love for women.

The scholar surnamed Zhong, who was sitting next to Zhou Xiao, kept shaking his head and saying that these worldly styles are declining and insulting, but whenever he hears the poems of the Later Lord of the Shu, he nods repeatedly.

This made Zhou Xiaomo a little puzzled. How much hatred should this Shu Houzhu have with you!

The old mother in a civilian kept standing in front of the curtain with expressionless face.

Although the servants of these young men in the audience cheered for their master's poems and essays, there was no voice from behind the curtain. Anyway, everyone knew what their literary talent was, and it was normal that they could not get the favor of the young men. Anyway, everyone came to try their luck, so they came to have fun.

Unconsciously, most of the young men in the audience had already sent their articles, and there were only a few left that they could not write them. However, they were embarrassed to put away the paper and pen in front of everyone. They could only pretend to be thinking hard, but actually waiting for the opportunity to leave, the three of Zhou Xiaomo were left without writing.

Yun Yiren stretched out his toes and secretly touched Zhou Xiaomo's ankle under the table. When Zhou Xiaomo turned to see her, he whispered in his ear: "Brother Zhou, these people have already given poems and essays. It seems that they will not be favored by the Qingyu girl. Why don't you write a poem? Maybe you can hold the beauty back tonight."

If I could write poems, I would have been going up to show off. Zhou Xiaomo said, "I can't even write some words well now, so how can I remember writing poems? Otherwise, Brother Yun, you write a poem and I will send it to you. Maybe Miss Qingyu will leave you with her to bed at night."

Yun Yiren's pretty face turned red and shy inside, secretly scolded the young man in front of him for being frivolous, but he didn't hate him at all. He stood up and went out on the middle-aged scholar named Zhong, and said, "I just now, this man was so rude, and I felt annoying when I saw him, but you asked him to be with us. Wait a few good poems, don't let him underestimate us."

Zhou Xiaomo felt warm and knew that she hated the scholar surnamed Zhong because of her, so she laughed softly: "This person can speak so frankly, and his character is considered to be of high character. He looked at his body full of books, not like a sharp-tongued person, but he was just wondering why he hated the Later Lord of Shu so much."

While speaking, the scholar surnamed Zhong had already returned. Seeing that there was no paper or pen in front of the two, he asked strangely: "Tonight, the beauty is behind the curtain. Why don't the two young masters write poems to ask the beauty to smile?"

For some reason, since the middle-aged scholar had just spoken rude to Zhou Xiaomo, Yun Yiren has never had a good impression of him. After hearing what he said, he took the opportunity to say, "I am a little talented and knowledgeable, so I dare not show my ugly appearance. I would like to ask Mr. Zhong and Brother Zhou to write a poem to see who can win the favor of the beautiful girl."

She knew that Zhou Xiaomo was very talented, so she took this opportunity to show it and not let the scholar underestimate him. Zhou Xiaomo's statement just now that Shu Houzhu was actually a great wisdom, gave her a deep understanding.

Thinking of the rudeness of the scholar just now and a group of playboys who came to climb the flower branches to laugh at Zhou Xiaomo, Yun Yiren's heart was aroused by protecting Zhou Xiaomo. She wanted Zhou Xiaomo's talent to block everyone's mouths, so she stood up and said loudly: "Since the theme of Miss Qingyu tonight is to be happy about Shu, then I would like to ask Brother Zhou and Master Zhong to write a poem related to the Later Lord of Shu. What do you think?"

As soon as Yun Yiren said this, he immediately attracted everyone's approval.

When the two old men heard this, they turned their heads and looked here.

All the playboys were even more eager to find.

None of the poems they handed over could be favored by the beautiful girl, and knew that the desire to drink with the beautiful woman tonight was not great. The middle-aged scholar just now taught Zhou Xiaomo a few words, which made people feel happy. However, because he wanted to write poems and lyrics at that time, hoping to win the beautiful woman's heart, the playboys were writing poetry on their own and did not continue to pay attention to Zhou Xiaomo. At this time, Yun Yiren mentioned it again, and they were all in their hearts and applauded.

Yun Yiren believed in Zhou Xiaomo's talent, but did not know that Zhou Xiaomo was secretly anxious at this time.

He has grown up so old that he has never even written a limerick. Now he has to write poems in front of so many people. Isn’t this a way to put it on the shelves?

What should I do? Zhou Xiaomo gently swayed the folding fan, showing a innocent smile on his face. In fact, he wanted to tear off Yun Yiren's chest wrapping scarf on the spot.

Although he knew Yun Yiren’s thoughts and knew that she was doing it for his own good, he hoped that he would take this opportunity to make a name for himself!

The scholar surnamed Zhong said lightly: "Everyone knows that Liu Chan is an A Dou who cannot be helped. He personally ruined the Shu Han Dynasty. I don't want to write poems like this kind of foolish monarch!"
Chapter completed!