Besides, Cui Wenqing and his entourage, on the deck of the painting boat, raised their eyes, and it could be seen that they were all young scholars about 20 years old, and they didn't need to ask if they were also students of the same Guozijian.

Sima Wei introduced with a smile: "Brother Cui, Brother Gao, today our poetry club in Guozi Prison can be said to be all dispatched, in addition to the little woman's red-sleeved poetry club, there are also agarwood poetry clubs, Li Du poetry clubs, Langyue poetry clubs and other poetry clubs, adding up to a total of seventy or eighty people." ”

As soon as he heard this, Gao Neng next to him couldn't help but be stunned, and said in surprise: "Miss Sima, are there so many people in the poetry collection tonight?" So how can this boat sit down? ”

Sima Wei smiled: "Come with me, I'll let you take a look at the hall of the painting boat later, but there is a rule to enter the poetry collection, you must be a person in the poetry club to allow you to enter, in this way, I think the two of you might as well temporarily form a poetry club, so that you can enter the poetry and write poems later." ”

As soon as she heard this little girl's words, Cui Wenqing faintly felt that something was wrong, and said with a smile: "Why is it so troublesome for two people to form a poetry club, Miss Sima, I don't know if your red-sleeved poetry club is short of people, or I will make a temporary cameo with Gao Neng and join your poetry club, I don't know what you think?" ”

Sima Wei shook her head with a smile and said: "No, Brother Cui, my red-sleeved poetry club is full of women, you two big men, how can you join it, isn't this a joke for others!" ”

When Gao Neng heard this, he immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, if Brother Cui, you and I will temporarily set up a poetry club, anyway, it's just fun." ”

From Sima Wei's flickering beautiful eyes, Cui Wenqing keenly realized that she must have a conspiracy to do this, and in desperation, she had to bow her head and say: "Okay, but you have to explain it first, it's not okay to write poems, if you want to chant poems later, you have to take it easy, don't bully us when you see us being honest." ”

Before Sima Wei could speak, Gao Neng said with a smile: "Don't worry, Brother Cui, it's not satisfactory to be a poet, and we will definitely let our poetry club show its strength later, so that your classmates will be impressed." ”

Hearing him say this, Cui Wenqing was even more apprehensive, and secretly wondered: Gao Neng's tone is so determined, is it true or false?

"By the way, Brother Cui, what did you say was the name of our poetry club?" Gao Neng asked with interest.

Cui Wenqing thought for a moment, a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why don't you call it a library poetry club?" ”

"One library? Why? Sima Wei was obviously very puzzled by such a chic name.

Cui Wenqing smiled and said: "Miss Sima, when you read out the name of our poetry club, I deeply felt that it must be right to choose this name, okay, we will be called Yiku Poetry Society." ”

Seeing that Cui Wenqing had decided, although Gao Neng had some opinions, out of trust in Cui Wenqing, he also agreed.

Just as they were about to laugh, the three of them had already arrived in front of the cabin, and two students from the Guozijian were guarding here to inquire about the identity of the comer.

Seeing a figure like Sima Wei, one of the gatekeepers immediately showed an excited expression, and hurriedly saluted and smiled: "It turned out that Miss Sima is here, and the rest of your Red Sleeve Poetry Club seems to have arrived, Miss, please come in." ”

Sima Wei nodded, looked back at Cui Wenqing and Gao Neng Yanran and smiled, and walked in.

Gao Neng was itchy by Sima Wei's soul-hooking smile, and hurriedly followed.

"Wait." The guard student stopped Gao Neng, glanced at him up and down, and asked coldly, "Feizi, which poetry club are you from, why have you never seen you?" ”

Gao Neng replied with high spirits: "I am a member of the Yiku Poetry Society, and I am also a student of Guozijian, haven't we seen it today!" ”

"Yiku Poetry Society, why have you never heard of it?" The guard student looked puzzled, turned his gaze to his companion, and asked, "Hey, have you ever heard the name of the Yiku Poetry Society?" ”

The companion also shook his head and replied: "I haven't heard of it, it seems that there is no library of poetry societies in Guozijian's poetry society!" ”

As soon as he heard this, the guard student suddenly lowered his face, and said coldly to Gao Neng: "Fatty, I can tell you, today's Mid-Autumn Festival Yaji is a grand event of our Guozijian Poetry Society, how can you allow people like you to mix in, go quickly, and go coolly." ”

When Gao Neng heard this, he immediately became angry and argued loudly: "What? Someone who doesn't know what to do? Boy, you make it clear, everyone is also a student of the National Prison, why is it unclear again? ”

Cui Wenqing really didn't expect that Gao Neng's guy would be able to show the courage to argue with others in front of Sima Wei, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

At this time, he did not hesitate, glanced at Sima Wei, who was standing aside and watching the excitement, and said with a pretended sigh: "It seems that we can't go to this Mid-Autumn Festival today, Miss Sima, I and Gao Neng have understood your kindness, let's meet again next time." After that, he smiled at Gao Neng, "Since we are unknown people, well, let's get off the boat, I invite you to eat roast sheep, and this collection of poems by Raushzi will not participate." ”

Sima Wei was already in the mood of watching the excitement, wanting to see if Cui Wenqing had a way to enter, but she didn't expect him to use such a strategy of drawing salaries from the bottom of the kettle, which suddenly made her a little panicked, and hurriedly said: "Brother Cui, you wait a minute." ”

After finishing speaking, she stepped forward, smiled apologetically at the guarding students, and said: "Both of them are friends of my Sima Wei, and Yiku Poetry Society ......" Speaking of this, the corners of her lips curled, obviously thinking that this name was really funny, "Yiku Poetry Society is a poetry club that has just been established recently, so it is not famous, but everyone is a classmate, and they share a common love for poetry, so please don't stop you." ”

Hearing Sima Wei say this, the guard student's face suddenly looked much better, and he smiled: "Okay, just according to Miss Sima's wishes." After finishing speaking, his eyes turned to Cui Wenqing and Gao Neng, and he smiled and said coldly, "Remember, I don't care what kind of poetry club you belong to, remember not to make trouble on the poetry collection, otherwise I will throw you into the Luo River." ”

Cui Wenqing smiled indifferently, registered his name, and walked into the cabin with Gao Neng.

The three of them crossed a corridor and entered the hall of the painting boat, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

It can be seen that the original two-storey watchtower is a hollow structure, and the whole hall is designed to be wide and magnificent, luxurious and rich, and the decoration and furnishings are a lot of things.

Looking at the whole hall again, the ground is covered with soft and comfortable red felt, which is strong and soft when stepping on it, and it is very comfortable under your feet.

Around the hall, there are twelve gauze lamps of human height, illuminating the hall as if it were daytime.

The most commendable thing is that the opening of the window on the wall of the hall is huge, and a sunset light spills in through the snow-white muslin tent, dyeing the hall a golden red, which is really poetic and beautiful.

I believe that when you enjoy the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the evening, the whole hall will have a good viewing sight.

(End of chapter)