"Young Master Yang, ...... are you?"

Xiang'er looked at Yang Xu in amazement, feeling that he was too impatient and impulsive.

Poetry and lyrics are by no means an overnight thing, and many famous poems throughout the ages are often completed after word-by-word scrutiny and refinement.

Especially the poems related to the moon, there are many pearls and jades in front of them, and it is not easy to make something refreshing in a short period of time.

Yang Xu hurriedly rushed onto the flower boat, making a confident and ready gesture, not only Xiang'er felt incredible, but even the people on the bank of the river were in an uproar.

Many people don't believe that Yang Xu came up with appropriate poems so quickly, and more people think that he is just trying to steal the limelight and attract attention.

"If this guy can't make poetry, or if he can't do it, see if he is embarrassed......"

Zhou Yi looked at Yang Xu's coquettish appearance, and sneered in his heart.

Yang Xu grinned at Xiang'er and pointed to his head: "Aren't you going to compose poems?" I already have it here. ”

Xiang'er was surprised: "Young Master Yang is so fast? ”

Yang Xu's face darkened.

This little girl is here again......

Besides, Lao Tzu is fast, so I will let you try Lao Tzu's power!

"Clever and quick-witted, the export is a chapter, and it is my son and me! Well, Ben Gongzi still has something to do, so he can't afford to delay too much time here. When the poem is finished, I go in and take the money and leave! Miss Xiang'er, are you all ready for money? ”

Xiang'er's face froze, and she stayed there, not knowing how to answer.

This Yang Gongzi is also too conceited...... He was sure that the poems he wrote were capable of beating several other literati?

Also, why is his gaze only fixed on the silver?

In the past, the literati of Jinyang City regarded drinking with the four Oirans as an elegant thing, even if they hoped to get those gifts of silver, they would never mention it in front of everyone.

This Yang Gongzi is good, open his mouth and close his mouth, it is silver.

Could it be that he had only come for the sake of silver, and had no interest in the four Oirans?

Or, what is his unspeakable man's hidden disease, he only likes money and does not love beautiful women?

The four Oirans are all like flowers, especially their own young lady is even more fragrant, but as long as a normal man, who would be like this?

Xiang'er thought that her young lady had always had a good impression of this Yang Gongzi, and she had thought of going to meet her in person, but now it seems that she can't help but feel worthless for her.

While she was thinking about it here, Yang Xu over there had already finished the poem and turned to another flower boat.

Here he is again......

Xiang'er looked at Yang Xu's back with a dull gaze, and she was already a little numb to his approach.

However, the difficulty of writing poems and lyrics is much greater than guessing the riddle, and in this short period of time, it is not easy to make an ordinary poem for the occasion, how can it be possible to make four different poems in one breath?

Could it be that Yang Gongzi's poems are just written randomly, and they don't care whether they are good or bad at all?

If that were the case, it would be a disappointment!

Xiang'er looked at Zhou Yi on the bank of the river with a complicated expression, seeing that he was still frowning and thinking, obviously taking this matter very seriously, and then thinking about Yang Xu's perfunctory attitude, comparing the two, Yang Xu's disappointment was inevitably a little more.

Retracting her chaotic thoughts, Xiang'er sighed lightly, walked to the table, and her eyes fell on the poem written by Yang Xu.

"The Moon ...... on the Sea"

Xiang'er's mouth opened slightly, and she read softly.

She is far less talented than her own young lady, and she doesn't know much about poetry, but when she reads this first sentence, she feels that the artistic conception is majestic and magnificent, and it is extremely good.

“…… The end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night......"

Every time she read a sentence, she paused, pondered the meaning, seemed to understand or not, her eyes had gradually lit up, knowing that this should be a good poem to write the moon, and her own young lady would be very happy when she saw it.

It turned out that it was not what I thought, Yang Gongzi did not write it randomly, but with his heart.

As for why he was so fast...... The ancients had seven steps to become a poem, and Yang Gongzi must be a great talent!

Like a treasure, she carefully picked up the poem written by Yang Xu and turned back into the flower boat.

"Miss, Miss, Yang Gongzi is the first to write it again! Take a look at ......."

Xiang'er couldn't suppress her excitement, and after entering the flower boat excitedly, she spread the poem written by Yang Xu on the table in front of Yan Feixue.

Yan Feixue stretched out her spring onion jade finger, tapped her forehead, and said with a smile: "How can you be in such a hurry?" ”

Xiang'er said: "Miss, look at Yang Gongzi's poem......"

"What kind of good poem can be a poem written so quickly...... This Yang Xu taught me a little disappointed......"

Yan Feixue said, her gaze moved downward, landing on the paper in front of her.

As soon as her gaze fell, she didn't look away for a long time.

A poem that is not too long was read over and over again by her from beginning to end, and she also recited it silently over and over again in her heart.

"Miss, Yang Gongzi's poem...... Isn't it great? ”

Xiang'er couldn't help but ask.

Yan Feixue breathed a long sigh of relief, her eyes left the poem, and she said, "Xiang'er, go and invite Yang Gongzi in." ”

Xiang'er said "ah": "That...... What about Zhou Yi and Zhou Gongzi? ”

Yan Feixue shook her head and said, "Not to mention that he is one step slower than Yang Gongzi, even if he does it, what if he does it?" Yang Gongzi's poem can be passed down through the ages, and he can't compare to ......"

Hearing that her own lady gave Yang Xu such a high evaluation of this poem, Xiang'er was happy for Yang Xu at the same time, but also mourned for Zhou Yi.

Xiang'er got out of the flower boat and saw that Zhou Yi was still thinking hard there, and Yang Xu also returned to the shore again.

She glanced at Zhou Yi with pity, and then showed a sweet smile at Yang Xu: "Congratulations to Young Master Yang, my young lady invited you to enter the flower boat." ”

As soon as she said this, everyone on the bank of the river was in a commotion.

Zhou Yi raised his head suddenly, stared at Xiang'er, and asked sharply, "What did you say?" ”

Xiang'er was startled, and then raised her eyebrows: "Zhou Gongzi, the poems in this third scene, but you lost to Yang Gongzi." ”

Zhou Yi's eyes were round, the bloodshots in his eyes were clearly visible, and his voice was almost roaring: "Impossible!" I haven't written poetry yet, how can I lose to him? You, you're talking nonsense! ”

This time, I heard that Yan Feixue invited Yang Xu to enter her flower boat, but she didn't have her own share, and in a hurry, she even said insulting words such as "cheap maid".

Since he saw Yan Feixue in Meixianglou a few months ago, he was shocked, and he wanted to be his guest at the scene, and this time the four major Oiran of the Moon Festival appeared together on the bank of the Yishui River, and he felt that it was an excellent opportunity to get close to Yan Feixue.

He thought that with his talent, it would be as easy as searching for something to enter Yan Feixue's flower boat, but he didn't expect Yang Xu, who appeared in the sky, to completely cover his light.

Zhou Yi has always been conceited and proud, and poetry is his strength, although Yang Xu made poems one step ahead of him, and like the previous time, he composed four poems in a row on four flower boats, but he didn't believe that this guy could do better than himself anyway.

And Xiang'er's sentence "You lost to Yang Gongzi" made him unacceptable for a while, and his blood rushed up, and he suddenly lost his demeanor.

He scolded Xiang'er, the little maid, and everyone around him felt that he was too childish, and there was some disdain and contempt in the eyes that looked at him.