An Wansu raised his chin and motioned for the other party to take the copper plate that he deserved.

The stall owner was obviously unwilling, pretending not to see it, and silently protesting against the stingy copper plate that could not be stingy.

An Wansu thought for a while and said, "You want to give me away for nothing?" That's embarrassing, but if you insist, I'll take it. He withdrew his hand as he spoke.

When the stall owner saw that there was not even a copper plate, he hurriedly called An Bangsu.

An Wansu paused and looked at the other party, with doubts on his face, but a smile in his eyes, "What's wrong?" ”

"Give me the money."

"Don't you want to?"

"Who said I don't want it!"

An Wansu raised her eyebrows and handed the copper plate to the stall owner again.

The stall owner looked at the copper plate lying quietly in the palm of An Wangxu's hand, and gave up thinking, forget it, a copper plate is a copper plate, it's better than nothing.

An Wangsu walked a few steps and turned back, "I hope I can meet more sellers like you in the future." After speaking, he sighed and said, "What a good person." ”

The stall owner gritted his teeth and slandered, which seller would want to meet you!

An Wansu listened to the discussion of the people next to him and said that the amazing and brilliant Shen Shizi in today's poetry competition will participate as a judge.

The judges who can be used as judges for poetry competitions are all people who have been immersed in poetry for decades and have a certain reputation among scholars who love poetry throughout the country.

This Shen Shizi can be a selector at such a young age, it seems that he has real skills, and he can't be underestimated.

Walking around the street, time passed quickly, and a woman went up on the high platform, wearing a bright red dress, "Hello everyone, welcome everyone to participate in this year's poetry competition, I think everyone can't wait, then please sign up for the male and female teams from our reception staff on both sides." ”

As soon as the woman in red finished speaking, the men and women on the street hula and divided into two pairs, and to An Bangsu's surprise, everyone lined up in a very orderly manner.

"Who is that woman?" An Wansu turned her head and asked Lianxia.

Rexia didn't know either, so she asked a man next to her.

"Miss, the woman in red is called Miao Jia, she is the owner of Yanyu Building, she has no background, but she has presided over the poetry competition for three consecutive years."

There is no background to how he can host such a grand event for three consecutive years, but the background is too big to find out.

"Smoke and Rain Building?"

"Yanyulou is a teahouse, not far from our house."

"Oh."

"Miss, aren't you going to sign up?"

"No, no." She won't participate in such an idle and painful thing, and she will be judged like a monkey.

"Why?" Miss is obviously so powerful, if she participates, she will definitely be able to win the poetry.

"I don't want to participate."

"Okay."

The staff of the poetry competition were very capable, and in just a quarter of an hour, all the contestants were numbered.

Miao Jia came up again and said, "Now that the contestants are all in place, then we will invite our jury." After a pause, he turned sideways slightly, "First of all, it's our Mr. Ding." ”

From behind came an old man with gray hair, full of energy and clear eyes. Walked to the front of the high platform and nodded slightly to the stage, and sat down on the chair arranged for the jury at the back.

After Mr. Ding sat down, Miao Jia spoke again, "Second, let's invite Mrs. Kong." ”

Mrs. Kong is a middle-aged and beautiful uncle in his thirties and forties, who is sven and gentle, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, and he also nodded slightly to everyone in the audience.

Still waiting until Mrs. Kong sat down, Miao Jia spoke again, "Everyone must know the next one, right?" ”

Screams instantly sounded around him, "Shen Shizi! Shen Shizi! ”

An Wansu blocked her ears, sighed that the original reminiscence had started since ancient times, looked at the crazy female fans around her, and silently reduced her sense of existence.

"There is Shen Shizi from Prince De's Mansion!"

An Wanxu also opened her eyes wide, ready to see who Shen Shizi, who is popular among thousands of girls.

From the rear, a man dressed in white slowly walked out, his face was like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color was like the flower of spring dawn, his smooth and fair face, revealing the angularity and coldness, the dark and deep eyes, with a charming color, the thick eyebrows, the tall nose, and the beautiful lips, all revealing nobility and elegance.

Everyone lost their minds when they saw him, and even Mr. Ding and Mrs. Kong in the back looked at him with admiration, he seemed to be a natural spotlight, he didn't need to do those sensational things, just stood there quietly, and attracted everyone's attention.

Perhaps because it was too noisy, he frowned slightly, and at this moment, the audience was silent, and there was no sound.

There is such a person in this world, every look and every action of his eyes has the momentum of looking at the world, this momentum does not lie in appearance, not in power, but just in personal temperament.

Everyone was stunned, but An Wangxu unconsciously grew her mouth, she was not mistaken, right? This, isn't this Shen and Leaning? Shen Hetian is the god-like Shen Shizi of Prince De's Mansion? The world is fantastic...

I don't know if it's An Bangsu's illusion, she felt that Shen Youtian glanced at her the moment she turned around, and there was also blame and grievance (?). ）。

"Now the poetry competition has officially begun." Or Miao Jia came back to her senses first, "Please ask the contestants to sit in their places in batches and write their own poems on the table, this year's theme is peach blossoms." ”

Some people rejoice and some people worry.

"What's going on, the year before last was a peach blossom, I thought it wouldn't be out this year, I didn't prepare at all."

"yes, so do I."

"Great, I prepared this theme."

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and the jury quickly selected the top 50 men and women to rent. Then these fifty people write a poem about peach blossoms that they have not written, and in this way, the round of competition continues, and in the end, there are only three people left, and they need to be divided into first, second, third,

Mr. Ding, Mrs. Kong, and Shen and Tian were discussing, and everyone was waiting with bated breath, when Shen and Tian suddenly stood up and walked towards the audience.