Originally, after Yang Xu was going to enter the flower boat, he didn't talk to the four oirans, and after drinking a few glasses of wine with them, he took the silver and left.

But now Zhou Yi threatened him with words, which aroused his stubbornness, thinking that after Lao Tzu entered Yan Feixue's flower boat, why should he stay in it for a while and stimulate this guy fiercely......

In addition, Yang Xu was also a little curious about Yan Feixue.

Looking at Zhou Yi's appearance, he can be regarded as rich and handsome in this world, he does not hesitate to threaten himself to achieve the purpose of entering the flower boat and Yan Feixue for a while, it can be seen that although Yan Feixue may not be peerless as Zhou Yi said, he must have some appearance.

Yang Xu suddenly felt that if he entered Yan Fei's snowflake boat and took the silver and left, it would be no different from a sleeping woman lifting her pants and leaving.

So in order not to be scolded as a scumbag, he decided that if Yan Feixue was still pleasing to the eye, he would accompany her to have a few drinks, and talk about life and ideals by the way.

As for the other three Oiran, Yang Xu felt that he might not have time to accompany them, so he could only say sorry then.

Yang Xu ignored Zhou Yi's threat as if he had let out a fart.

He, like most people, set his eyes on the four flower boats, waiting for the four maidservants to come out and announce the final results.

A moment later, in full view of everyone, Xiang'er and the other four maidservants walked out almost at the same time as if they had made an appointment, and came to the deck of the flower boat, holding the poems written by the literati just now.

They will show these poems to everyone on the shore to appreciate and analyze, so that everyone can judge which one is the best.

In fact, just a few poems were sent to the flower boat, and after the four Oiran read it, they already had the result in their hearts, and they did it at the moment just to convince the public.

Everyone on the shore had been waiting anxiously for a long time, and when they saw Xiang'er and the other four maids coming out, they shouted for them to quickly display a few poems and give everyone a review.

Each of the four Oirans had many followers and received two or three poems.

In the midst of the shouting, the personal maid of Li Wanru, who was full of flowers, first unfolded the two poems she received.

On the bank of the river, there were well-eyed literati, shaking their heads, raising their breath, and reciting the two poems one by one.

Wu Sheng, the author of the first poem, had many acquaintances at the scene, knowing that he and Zhou Yi were among the four great talents, and they were also from the Hanmo Poetry Society.

This Wu Sheng is over forty years old, although he also has some real talents, but he is inferior to Zhou Yi, and this poem was written in a hurry, so it is mediocre to read, and it can't help but make people feel that this talented man has a false name.

The second small poem is the Mid-Autumn Moon made by Yang Xu, after being read out, the noise of everyone on the shore gradually weakened, everyone was carefully appreciating, and looking at Yang Xu's eyes, there was also a little surprise.

"The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate. This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon be seen next year...... Tsk, this word has a lofty realm and a beautiful language, which is a rare masterpiece! ”

Some people read the small words written by Yang Xu repeatedly, and couldn't help but sigh and admire, only to feel that Wu Sheng's poem was not worth mentioning compared with this word.

"Yang Gongzi has learned people, and the term Mid-Autumn Moon is recognized as a masterpiece. My lady, please spend a ...... in the boat."

Li Wanru's personal maid sent an invitation to Yang Xu with a smile like a flower.

As soon as she spoke, the other three Oiran's personal maidservants were not happy.

Yixianglou Oiran Shen Linglong's personal maid said dissatisfiedly: "Our young lady is also ready to invite Yang Gongzi...... Well, let's take a look at the poems written by Yang Gongzi for our young lady......"

She was afraid that Yang Xu would be invited into other flower boats and be blamed by her own young lady, so she couldn't wait to unfold the poem written by Yang Xu for everyone to watch.

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts will fall...... This poem has a lofty artistic conception, there are pictures in the poem, and it is another excellent work! Today, I saw two poems in a row, fortunately! ”

After someone read the poem out loud, there was another commotion on the bank of the river, and all the literati were dumbfounded.

Even Zhou Yi's gaze at Yang Xu changed completely, and his expression was gloomy.

He is self-aware, and the two poems written by Yang Xu are more than one step higher than him, which is beyond his reach.

He was hesitating whether to stop Xiang'er from reading out his poems, so as not to lose face in front of others, when he saw that Yang Qingyan, the personal maid of Mingyue Tower, had already shown another poem by Yang Xu.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night! The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It is unbearable to give away, and it is a good time to sleep...... This...... This ......"

By the time the literati who read this poem read it to the end, their voices trembled slightly, and they were obviously in a state of great emotion.

As soon as Yang Xu's poem Mochizuki Huaiyuan came out, literati, including Zhou Yi, no longer had a trace of the same heart as him, that is, they couldn't even be jealous.

Zhou Yi clenched his teeth, his face was ugly, knowing that Yang Xu was like this, the poems he wrote to Yan Feixue must not be bad, and if he compares with him, he will bring humiliation on himself.

He blushed, got on Yan Feixue's flower boat, rudely snatched the poem he wrote from Xiang'er's hand and tore it off, then went ashore, stretched out his finger, and nodded at Yang Xu: "Hello...... You're good ......."

Yang Xu grinned: "Pass the prize!" Overpraise! ”

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, squeezed out of the crowd, and left with a few friends.

A literati behind him recited aloud Yang Xu's letter to Yan Feixue:

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase period Miao Yunhan ......"

As soon as the poem was read, there was a round of applause.

Zhou Yi stumbled under his feet and almost fell, and after standing firm, he looked back at Yang Xu in the crowd, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Turning the street corner in front of him, he saw several playful idlers talking together, Zhou Yi beckoned to one of them and motioned for him to come over.

The playful idler recognized Zhou Yi, trotted over with a smile on his face, and asked respectfully, "What is the matter with the eldest prince of Zhou?" ”

Zhou Yi said with a cold face: "You go to find my second brother, and after you find it, let him go to the Chunfeng Restaurant, I have something to call him!" ”

The playful idle man answered, and hurried away.

"Brother Zhou summoned your brother to come here, is he going to teach that blind boy a lesson?"

A young man who was following Zhou Yi gently shook the folding fan and asked with a smile.

Zhou Yi hated and said: "In Jinyang City, who doesn't know that I Zhou Yi likes that Yan Feixue?" That kid came out of nowhere, and dared to fight Yan Feixue's idea! If you don't give him some color, I think I'm so messed with! ”

The man with the fan suddenly looked at the same enemy: "That kid only knows that Brother Zhou is the president of the Hanmo Poetry Society and the four great talents of the city, but he doesn't know that Brother Zhou is still the eldest son of the Jinyang City Inspector...... Oh, dare to rob a woman with Brother Zhou, this time he will shed his skin if he doesn't die! ”

He said this, but in his heart he was very disdainful of Zhou Yi's approach: "I can't rob others with my true talent and learning, so I asked that brother who is also like a skinny brother to help, and the face of my generation of scholars is all lost by you!" If it weren't for the fact that you were the eldest son of the city's patrol envoy, Lao Tzu would definitely stay away! ”