An Wansu has a strong premonition today that she will see Shen and Lean. This feeling came inexplicably, but it was very strong. Suddenly remembering Shen Hetian, An Wanxu felt a little weak in her heart, it seems that it has been a month since she came to the capital, and she has never looked for him.

In order to avoid meeting Shen and Lean, An Bangsu decided not to go out for a day today.

Lian Xia walked in from outside the house: "Miss, today is the poetry meeting, do you want to go out and have a look?" ”

"Poetry Club?"

"yes."

An Wansu still didn't understand, "What will poetry be?" "What's the matter?

Lian Xia said while helping her fold the quilt, "It's that men and women are divided into groups, chanting poems against each other, and then everyone picks out the best person and is elected as the poet." ”

Poetry? I'm still an oiran, there were too few entertainment activities in ancient times, and vassal elegance was the only way out. What should I do, I really want to go out and have a look.

An Wansu is actually not an idle person, she always has to find something to do, otherwise she will have itchy hands. But the strong feeling of meeting Shen Youtian today always lingered in her heart.

Lian Xia was still talking about what interesting activities there were in the poetry club, and An Wanxu thought for a while and asked, "Will there be a reward for being elected as a poet?" Like what... A hundred taels of gold or something? ”

Only when there are prizes will everyone be motivated, otherwise who would want to write those sour poems.

"Uh, miss, are you losing money?" Rexia said funny.

"You conscienceless girl, it's not because of you that I lost my money? You've made me poor, so I'll have to do everything I can to make money. An Bangsu poked the head of the smiling happy Xia Xia and said dissatisfiedly.

"Miss!"

"Hey, hey."

"Miss, do you want to go?"

"Uh, do you want to go?"

"Of course I want to go, I've never seen a poetry meeting, and this is the capital, it will definitely be very grand."

After coming to ancient times, An Bangsu is to make money, make money, make money, and have not relaxed well, and now there is finally a show, and An Bangsu is also a little interested now.

Seeing that An Bangsu did not refuse immediately, Lian Xia said again: "And the men and women who can win the championship will be very respectable, men can enter the officialdom without participating in the imperial examination, and women can freely choose their husbands, but the selected men must also agree, but no man has refused so far." ”

An Wansu pouted, it's really unfair, a man can be an official directly, and a woman has to ask for the man's consent to choose a husband.

"But Shi Kui may not be able to be the main room."

The implication is that the winner can choose a husband, but there is no fixed number of concubines.

But this alone is enough for everyone to do their best to study poetry, as for men, the more women, the better, and it's too late to have a talented junior high school woman to earn face for him, how can he refuse.

An Wansu was puzzled, it seemed that there was nothing substantial for the woman to get Shikui.

"Miss, do you want to go?"

An Wansu pondered for a moment, thought about it, and finally made a decision, "Go ahead." ”

At night, the whole capital suddenly became lively, decorated inside and out, and An Bangsu was stunned as soon as he went out, it was simply a sea of people.

A one-meter-high platform was erected in the center of the street, which was the position of the members of the jury.

The streets are crowded with all kinds of characters, all dressed up in bright and bright colors. Wear the most gorgeous clothes, bring the brightest jewelry, apply the best rouge gouache, be sure to be different, stand out from the crowd, and achieve the purpose of attracting people's attention.

Lian Xia said to An Wanxu regretfully: "Miss, you should dress up well, you can definitely dominate the crowd." ”

An Wansu said casually: "Do I need those mundane things, your young lady?"

Lian Xia nodded in agreement: "That's right, Miss is so beautiful, and she is the most beautiful if she doesn't dress up." ”

"You little girl, you're good at slapping sycophants."

"Hey, hey."

'When does the game start?'

"Unitary time begins."

It's only time to apply now, there are so many people, what are you all doing here?

An Bangsu took Lianxia to a mask stall, picked up a mask in the shape of a horse and looked at it.

The stall owner was very enthusiastic, "Miss, buy a mask with a belt." “

An Bangsu felt that this horse mask was really good-looking, I remember that in modern times, there was a period of time when "The Legend of Sword and Fairy III" was very popular, she had no task at the time, her life was in a window period, and she stayed at home all day, at that time, she watched the entanglement between Zixuan and Xu Changqing Sansheng III, and was very moved, and felt that the horse mask in the play was very beautiful, but she didn't expect to see a mask with a similarity of up to 90% here.

"How much?"

"You can watch it."

An Bangsu looked up at the stall owner in surprise, "Huh? “

An Bangsu took a closer look at the stall owner's appearance, a very ordinary face, which could not be found in the crowd. looks like thirty-four, but her voice is very crisp, and when she sees her looking at him, she just smiles, but An Bangsu always feels that the expression on this face... It's a bit fake.

"You're going to let me look at it?" An Wansu asked again.

"yes." The stall owner was still smiling.

An Wanxu rolled his eyes and smiled slyly, "Okay." Then he took out a copper plate and handed it to the stall owner, "No." “

An Bangsu felt that the corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched when he saw that it was a copper plate, and he must have been speechless in his heart.

The stall owner is indeed speechless now, he said "look at the giving" because this young lady is well-dressed, and at first glance she is not short of money, such a grand festival will definitely not give less, thinking that she can make a lot of money, who knows。。。。。。