The poetry meeting was held at the Zui'an Teahouse, which was an industry under the name of Sufu. The Zui'an Building has three floors, with a platform in the middle, dividing its tea house into two blocks. There were a number of tables on the platform, and a group of literati and scholars bowed their heads in meditation, and on the spread out of the paper, there were wonderful pens. The two buildings stand opposite each other, and on the east side are the sons of the family, literati and scholars. On the west side is everyone's young lady, a famous daughter.

When Gu Sangongzi rushed to the poetry meeting, it had already begun, Gu Sangongzi saw too many people, and he was afraid that the willow eyebrows makeup would be lost, so he didn't care about so much etiquette at the moment. Stretched out his hand and pulled the willow eyebrow makeup and walked inside.

Liu Yan stood in the attic, laughing with several women around him, paying attention to the son below. Listening to the admiration of the women in her ears, Liu Yan just smiled. Everywhere he looked, he never stopped at a man. However, there are many men who like her and look at each other frequently.

Master Liu didn't agree with her to attend today's poetry meeting, but because she had curryed favor with Mrs. Liu in advance, she got this opportunity. If it was an ordinary poetry meeting, she naturally didn't want to come. But today's poetry club was purchased by Young Master Su Fuyan, and it must be paid a lot of attention. She was watching, looking to see if she would be lucky enough to meet Gu Sangongzi. On such a grand occasion, it stands to reason that Gu Sangongzi will show up. Maybe it was because the sky lived up to his wishes, Liu Yan was thinking about it when he saw the figure below coming, and his hand suddenly clenched the handkerchief. He, sure enough, came.

"Brother Zixu, do you still like this poetry club?" Gu Wenshu looked at Liu Mei Makeup and spoke, and she didn't pay attention to Gu Sangongzi's hand holding Liu Mei Makeup.

Gu Wenyan looked at it, but she didn't expect that the fifth sister was usually introverted, and today she would boldly talk to a man. also glanced at the willow eyebrow makeup, and noticed that Gu Sangongzi's hand was stunned. Two men, how can two men shake hands?

Liu Mei looked at Zui'an Teahouse, it was really the first time for her to attend this kind of poetry meeting, and she was a little interested in seeing so many handsome young women. She wanted to see what kind of program this poetry would have. Listening to Gu Wenshu's question, he turned around, only then did he notice Gu Wenyan's gaze, and immediately withdrew his hand.

"It's the first time I've participated in a poetry meeting, and it's a bit fresh. It's Miss Five, it's crowded here, is Miss Five still used to it? ”

Gu Wenshu's cheeks turned red at the moment, and she didn't dare to look at her, revealing a little bit of her daughter's embarrassment. Gu Sangongzi looked back, looked at the willow eyebrows and smiled, his sister was embarrassed, and there was a fortification at the moment.

"I often attend these poetry meetings with my sister, but I am used to it, but I didn't expect it to be so lively today." Gu Wenshu's eyes were a little shy, and her gaze wandered.

"Today is the poetry meeting held by the Su Mansion, so it will naturally be more lively." Gu Wenyan pulled her sister and said with a smile.

The crowd was crowded, and Liu Mei had no choice but to follow Gu Sangongzi, and Gu Wenyan's sisters followed behind her, just entering the platform. Gu Sangongzi didn't care about these Wenmo at all, but he took a few more glances at the willow eyebrows. The man's pen and ink are swaying, the words are beautiful, and all the references are poems. At this time, a man's deep voice came from his ear, and he slowly murmured:

Swing,

Get up and straighten your hands.

Lunon Flower Thin,

Thin sweat and light clothes.

The willow eyebrows and makeup eyes lit up, this is the upper paragraph of "Dotting the Lips". At this time, I heard a woman echo:

Seeing someone coming,

Socks and golden hairpins.

And shame to go,

Leaning against the door and looking back,

But he sniffed the green plums.

Liu Yan groaned slowly and walked slowly down the stairs. Wearing a pea-green cone-filigree carnation embroidered brocade, he walked towards Gu Sangongzi and the others with a smile on his face.