st of his face.Could it be that they are refugees, driven to desperation by hunger and lured here by the scent of food from the campThe village head said, “Make a bowl of rice and food for him. They...His youngest granddaughter is already fourteen years old. His wife and daughter-in-law are busy looking for a match for her, but unfortunately, after a year of matchmaking, there have been no results.

Recently, my wife heard from someone outside that the Li family doesn't take concubines. She was very moved and wanted to see the Li family's sons.

But Li Jia's sons, besides the two who were married, there were three more outside, their specific circumstances unknown.

Now, living at home, in his later years, there is only the eldest son of the main house left.

Taking advantage of this poetry gathering, he gathered all the young men from the Li family and also brought together a hundred or so other talented youths.

Believe in your wife and daughter-in-law, they'll surely find someone you'll be happy with.

But he couldn't tell this to several old friends.

After all, they also have unmarried granddaughters or grandnieces at home!

He lowered his head to drink tea, seemingly nonchalant as he casually replied: "Guests I invite naturally know the ins and outs."

The other elders glanced at each other, disbelieving, but chose not to expose him.

Outside the pavilion, Jia Ren's small circle was joined by several classmates from Luan Academy, making it even more lively.

But as two more people came in, the crowd fell silent.

These two people are well-known to the crowd, namely Liu Kui and Wang Sheng.

Initially, they tampered with the blessing cards, intending to sabotage Jia Ren's exam. However, they were exposed, and the academy intervened, expelling them.

Unexpectedly, after more than three years, they actually returned to Xindu and even got a post to attend the Meiyuan Poetry Gathering…

"Meow, little brother, you're still young and easily provoked. Could it be that those two families in the city deliberately fueled the rumors"

"I've never had the chance to get them back, but they actually came to me today!"

Li Ge'er also laughed icily, "Indeed, a rare opportunity."

Jiārén pondered for a moment, "Today is Mr. Mòméi's poetry gathering. Perhaps they also know that it wouldn't be a good idea to cause us trouble here."

However, while one cannot make a move at a poetry gathering, one can certainly speak.

Li Ge'er and Mao Ge'er understood each other and both burst into laughter.

Lu Zonghe and Jia Xu, among others, were unaware of the feud between the Li brothers and Liu Kui and Wang Sheng. However, Guo Wenhao had heard about it from Mr. Wen.

Then, he whispered a few words.

As expected, Lu Zong and the others all frowned and looked at Liu Kui with disdain in their eyes.

To frame classmates and ruin their future, how vicious, how despicable!

Zhimin and Xiujie even secretly clenched their fists, regretting that this was a poetry meeting and not a martial arts arena.

Over the past two years, they learned some basic boxing and self-defense techniques from their family's martial arts instructor. Although they weren't particularly skilled, Liu Kui and Wang Sheng managed to beat the stuffing out of their opponents.

They are not surnamed Li, but they grew up together with the Li brothers as if they were family.

The Li family ate countless dim sum and fruits.

Over the past two years at the academy, I have been constantly cared for by the Li family.

It can be said that they were closer to the Li family than to their uncles and mother's brothers.

The enemies of the Li family are naturally also their enemies!

"Uncle Jiaren, we can help too!" Zhimin volunteered, afraid that Jiaren would treat them as outsiders.

"Yes, yes, Jiaren ge, don't forget us!" Xiujie also nodded eagerly.

Jia Ren smiled, patted their shoulders, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, we'll see the situation and act accordingly."

Lu Zonghe, Jia Xu, and Guo Wenhao were also looking at Liu Kui and Wang Sheng with a sneer.

Needless to say, they couldn't miss such a lively occasion!

Liu Kui and Wang Sheng found a seat and sat down opposite.

I originally wanted to strike up a conversation with someone, but three years aren't enough to make people forget the awful things they did.

When people heard their names, some quickly realized who they were and hastily retreated, leaving an instant vacuum around them.

Not only were they unable to make new friends, but no one even wanted to look at them.

On the other hand, Li brothers and others kept staring at them, putting immense pressure on them.

Liu Kui felt a bit regretful and whispered to Wang Sheng, "Let's go. With Li Jiaren and the others here, we won't get anything good."

Wang Sheng really refused, insisting on staying. "You don't know how much effort I put in to get this invitation to the poetry meeting."

Although Mr. Mo Mei doesn't hold an official position in court, he has many disciples and a powerful influence.

Today he intends to choose a son-in-law at the poetry gathering, this is our chance, if we are chosen, we will be able to turn our lives around.

"Never mind what we did in the past, everyone will still fawn over us. When the time comes, taking revenge on the Li family will be child's play."

Liu Kui was persuaded, but still not reassured, and asked: "Is your information reliable How could news about Mo Mei's family possibly get out"

Wang Sheng's face was full of triumph, "Our Wang family has lived in Xindu for many years. We can't even find out about such a small matter. Then we might as well have raised so many servants in vain."

Liu Kui hesitated for a moment, but ultimately made up his mind and gritted his teeth, saying: "Alright, let's take a gamble. If we succeed, I won't have to go back south!"

"There's nowhere in the world as prosperous as Xindu. Having lived in this remote and desolate countryside for several years, I'm simply fed up with it!"

"Don't worry, my good brother," Wang Sheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "We've studied hard for so long. Even if we can't impress Mr. Mo Mei this time, we'll still shine brilliantly in our poetry and prose, amaze the new capital, and then who's afraid of not having a good marriage or a bright future!"

Having settled on a plan, the two of them no longer cared about being ignored by others.

Soon, the guests arrived and the poetry meeting began.

In the pavilion, there were six elderly gentlemen in total, including Mr. Mo Mei.

Each person pointed to an object as a subject, requiring the others to compose a poem within half an incense stick's time.

Of course, those who feel the questions are not to their liking can choose not to answer them and refrain from participating in the evaluation.

But the outstanding winners will receive rich rewards.

Mr. Mo Mei's original surname was Lü. His family had a long history of scholarship, spanning a hundred years, and their business was vast. Naturally, anything they produced would be of high quality.

One piece of carved stone, a set of fine lake brushes, a piece of green jade plaque, an ancient painting, and a dagger that cuts through steel like mud, even a divine steed.

Most of the attendees were young men.

Although they are well-versed in poetry and literature, the masculine spirit within them makes them more interested in daggers and steeds.

Then, everyone was eager to win the last two written exams!

The first round's question was snow, which was quite simple.

All literati and writers love the "wind, flowers, snow, and moon." To put it mildly, everyone has seven or eight poems tucked away.

Therefore, most people in the venue quickly finished writing and handed it in.

Mr. Mo Mei and others carefully selected, finally leaving behind six poems, which were read one by one by a young boy.

The gentlemen selected the top three winners, and all the students below expressed their acceptance.

Especially the first one, it describes a vast snowy plain, so majestic that it evokes a longing in everyone's heart.

Finally, the name was revealed, but it surprised everyone. It turned out to be Meow Ge'er!

He wasn't skilled at it, nor did he bother with any pretense of humility. He strode forward boldly and accepted the red envelope.

Mr. Mo Mei asked, "Young friend, would you be willing to tell me where you obtained this poem"n Sheng and the second son have to say." 。“Yeah, we're getting old. We can still look after the village, but in the long run, it's not as thorough and secure as what the second son and his family are...