Dingfeng Garden is very big, and several books are set up in the huge garden. Many literati are splashing ink. There are several old Confucian scholars sitting on the head. One of them is wearing an official robe. The style of the official robe is Zhao Ting, the governor of Hangzhou, and no one can recognize the others.

There were a few people in the crowd, and there were men and women chatting with each other, but they all abide by the rules of etiquette and law. Cao Hua and Su Xiang mixed into the crowd, so naturally they didn't attract much attention.

Su Xiangning took Cao Hua around the garden a few times, recalling her childhood, but there was nothing to see. Just as she was about to leave together, a conversation caught the attention of the two:

"It's a pity that the princess returned to Hangzhou yesterday and was unable to attend the scene today. In the past, the princess must have come here..."

"Alas, when the princess entered Beijing, she committed herself to the adopted son of an eunuch. I heard that the bastard named Cao Hua had spoken against the princess in public. After the princess got married, she strictly prohibited the princess from going out..."

"Yes, I have also heard that the princess is so noble. I never thought that she would be treated like this by a prince consort..."

Zhao Tianluo has a very good reputation in Hangzhou and often attends poetry meetings to encourage talented people. The impression he left on literati and scholars is naturally not bad. It is not surprising that he can have these statements. Moreover, Cao Hua did not take what he said in half true or false. But soon, some voices came:

"I heard that Cao Hua is Su Shi, who wrote "Shui Tu Songtou". He has such literary talent, and it seems that it is not as unbearable as the rumors."

"You don't know the princes and nobles in the capital. The poems are clearly marked and priced. With Cao Hua's power, you can just find a poor student to buy a few good poems. Who dares to stand up and point them out?"

"That's true. I heard that Cao Hua did everything he wants in the capital and there are rumors that he has good men's style..."

The more I talked about it, the more outrageous it became. Cao Hua really didn't expect that his notoriety was so far away, and it was quite interesting to hear it.

However, Su Xiangning next to him obviously couldn't listen. Seeing that these scholars were just talking badly, she couldn't help but interject: "I heard that Cao Hua had done a lot of good deeds by his pseudonym Su Shi, and donated silver everywhere to provide disaster relief, which was as huge as tens of thousands of taels."

I just gave a reminder, and someone responded soon:

"Miss, you don't know it now. It is the duty of the royal family to donate some money to provide disaster relief. The princess married Cao Hua and brought a lot of dowry. It must be the princess' instructor."

Cao Hua was really hard to refute this, and nodded with a smile.

Because the two of them met, the scholar-in-law who was talking was there, noticed the man and woman who were listening.

They are all natives in Hangzhou, and some talented men may not know, but the famous beauties are familiar with them.

Su Xiangning can be the top player in Minglou, and her appearance and temperament are impeccable, but her personality is a little worse than that of Li Shishi.

Many literati discovered a strange beauty like a flower and jade, and their eyes naturally turned over for a moment. Although there was a young man in white standing next to him, many people still came forward to say hello with the intention of making friends:

"Brother, girl, I'm here with Xu Ziling. You two are the first time you are here in Dingfengyuan. You have never seen him before. How dare you ask for your surname?"

When Cao Hua heard "Xu Ziling", he heard that the titles "Four Talents of Tokyo" were to compete with Jiangnan. The target was four very famous young talents in Jiangnan. They were all young people who were less than 20 years old. Chen Qiming, the "No. 1 Talent of Jiangning" was even unable to rank because he was older.

Xu Ziling in front of him was one of them. He looked at the age of seventeen or eighteen. If he didn't report himself, he wouldn't be able to tell that he was a talented man who was famous in Jiangnan.

Su Xiangning naturally heard something, so he hurriedly bowed and bowed: "Little woman Su Xiangning, I have seen Mr. Xu, this one is..."

As he said that, Su Xiangning looked at Cao Hua next to him, wondering how to introduce it.

Cao Hua was quite helpless. He was busy with partying, and it was obviously not suitable to come up to smash the venue, so he could only reply casually:

"Duan Zhengchun, I have long admired Brother Xu's name, and I am really young and promising when I see it today."

"Duan Zhengchun..."

Xu Ziling frowned slightly, obviously never heard of this person, looking up and down at Cao Hua's outfit and the fan of "I am a good person" in his hand:

"Brother Duan is unconventional, well... Seeing that Brother Duan is dressed up, he is also a scholar, so I wonder who he is?"

"Bianjing, I just came to Hangzhou."

Cao Hua's etiquette is very good, after all, he has no malice to these scholars. But he didn't expect that as soon as he reported to his family, something went wrong.

Originally, Cao Hua brought a strange beauty and good-looking person. Everyone thought that it was a talented man from other prefectures and counties, so naturally he felt a little intimate. When he heard that it was from Tokyo, he immediately understood that it was a playboy from the capital who came to join in the fun again.

The saying of Jiangnan has been very talented since ancient times. The good atmosphere has also developed the habit of high-mindedness and high-end literati in Jiangnan, but it does have real materials.

All scholars have to go to Beijing to take the exam, and the most convenient place to visit is Tokyo. The only ones that can be regarded as talents by Jiangnan literati are Zhou Bangyan, Fan Chenglin, and Yue Jinyu, and the others are all jokes.

But people in Tokyo like to compare themselves with Jiangnan. Many rich families often come across from afar to make friends with Jiangnan literati, and their styles are better than each other. They are accompanied by BMW and car beauty. At first, they are stunned by Jiangnan literati. After communicating with each other, they find that there is no ink in their stomachs and can do things like buying poetry with silver. They will naturally become disgusted after a long time.

When Xu Ziling heard that Cao Hua was from Bianjing, his expression did not change much, but the meaning of making friends was obviously weaker. After dealing with a few words, he prepared to leave.

Cao Hua didn't want to make friends with these people, so he naturally didn't say much.

However, there were not only scholars present. Some rich ladies saw Mr. Xu who was thinking about day and night and actually chatting with a strange woman. The key was that there was a handsome man standing next to the woman, and naturally felt a little jealous.

It’s really unreasonable for women to become jealous. A few rich ladies began to fan the flames:

"I often hear that Tokyo is full of talents. Mr. Duan is not an ordinary person. We are writing lyrics for the Dragon Boat Festival the day after tomorrow. Can Mr. Duan let me see the talent of Tokyo literati?"

It is obvious that there are only three clouds in Tokyo, but this one in front of me.

Xu Ziling was a famous scholar after all. I didn’t know what these ladies were thinking about embarrassing outsiders. He raised his hand gently and said:

"Poetry, lyrics, songs and essays are all a path after all. It is still acceptable to spend time in your spare time to cultivate your mood, but it is difficult to use it as a great use. A person's talent should be used to stabilize the country and maintain peace. Writing a few poems is what a talent is like."

This is a very high level. Although I don’t want to take Cao Hua to play with me, even if Cao Hua hears it, he can’t find any fault in his heart.

Everyone present nodded, and the harmony continued. Even the great scholars who were sitting in the head spoke out to praise him. The governor Zhao Ting held his beard and chuckled:

"Zi Ling's nephew is very ambitious and will definitely make great achievements in the future."

As he said that, Zhao Ting turned to Cao Hua with a gentle smile: "The person who came is a guest. Since Duan Xiaoyou is here, please sit down. Although I, a literati in Jiangnan, have rumors, I still understand the way of treating guests."

The magistrate opened his mouth, so Cao Hua naturally couldn't turn his head and left, so he had to hold his fists symbolically and sit down behind the small case set in the courtyard.

Zhao Ting's eyes were attracted, so he naturally looked at Cao Hua a few times and asked kindly: "Little Friend Duan came from Kyoto, don't know the name of Ling Zunzun's surname? I have been an official in the capital for many years, and maybe I know him."

This is considered to be a matter of family background. There are many princes and nobles coming from the capital. Zhao Ting is an official in another place and inevitably makes friends when he meets him.

Cao Hua was really not interested in the magistrate of the place, and responded symbolically: "Mr. Zhao doesn't know him when he is doing business at home."

This is a bit disrespectful. It is logical that no matter whether you recognize it or not, you should report your father's name so that the official in Hangzhou can say "I heard something about it." It's just that Cao Hua is not easy to edit.

Zhao Ting's face slightly darkened, he nodded without saying much, but instead continued to make polite confrontation with many younger generations.

Next, watching many talented men in Jiangnan write poems, among which many outstanding people, Su Xiangning's eyes gradually showed admiration.

Cao Hua admires the literati who are truly talented and knowledgeable, especially Xu Ziling's words just now, who took them very well, so he also took them seriously.

If it was just like this until the end, it would be nothing, but Zhao Ting, the governor sitting in the main seat, obviously felt more thoughtful because of a sentence just now. When everyone was discussing the difficult time for the Dragon Boat Festival lyrics, Zhao Ting suddenly spoke again:

"Everyone, Xiaoyou Duan has come from afar. You are just talking about yourself, aren't you neglected guests?"

Most of the people present were conscious literati. When they heard this, they naturally understood the meaning. A few scholars immediately stood up and spoke with a smile:

"It was me who was rude. Brother Duan came from Bianjing. It was no problem to think about the Dragon Boat Festival lyrics. I saw Mr. Duan thinking for a long time, and I thought I had a masterpiece. I wonder if I could let me watch it?"

Xu Ziling looked around and seemed to be a little impatient with this kind of bullying outsiders. After all, no one was interested in watching the roosters pecking each other, and said immediately:

"If Mr. Duan has good words to say, it will be harmless if he doesn't have them. The article is a wonderful puppet, and anyone can't hold it out."

This is a way to give a step, Cao Hua nodded and chuckled:

"I am not good at poetry and lyrics, which disappoints you."

Seeing this, several scholars sat back.

Zhao Ting frowned and said in a deep voice: "Since I have entered the Wenhui in a Confucian shirt, I should be familiar with the rhythm of the ci card. Just a small poem, I can think of it as long as I have read a book. Is Duan Xiaoyou unable to see through his face, or is it really not academically good?"

Cao Hua frowned and looked up at Zhao Ting:
Chapter completed!