As soon as Yang Xiuqing boarded the boat, someone took him to the hall on the first floor, he picked a corner and sat down, and when Jin Dafu, Yang Er, and Yang San just sat down, a turtle came to the table and said respectfully: "Hello everyone, Yang Gongzi, please pay the entrance fee of three thousand taels." “

Although Gui Gong was very respectful, his words made Yang Xiuqing very unhappy, "Why don't they pay the money, they just want me to pay the money." ”

Yang Xiuqing clearly saw that there were a few poor sour talents wearing patched clothes who entered the venue but no one charged, but he had to charge himself, and he was very jealous of whether they intended to do so because of the money of this son.

"Don't be angry, this is not to collect your money, but the money of your three entourages, of course you don't have to collect money, but the three of them have no fame, and the other has no official position, of course they have to collect money." Even if he was pointed at by Yang Xiuqing, Gui Gong replied respectfully with a smile.

It is said that hitting people is not a slap in the face, not to mention that this turtle is so respectful, Yang Xiuqing waved his hand and signaled Yang Er to give money.

Yang Xiuqing's actions fell into the eyes of everyone one by one, and at this time they were all talking about Yang Xiuqing, especially after Xiao Yong was so angry on the shore just now that Xiao Yong vomited blood, and now he has been accused of being a scum and shameless person by countless Dao Protectors.

Yang Xiuqing didn't care what others thought of him, he had already practiced invulnerability, he didn't know if it was intentional, he was like a person who had not eaten meat for ten years, eating chicken and duck meat on the table, Jin Dafu still had some Sven before, but under the follower of Yang Er and Yang San, two Yang Xiuqing's loyal dog's feet, Jin Dafu couldn't care about this, you must know that this Caihualou is not only famous for women, but also for the best dishes.

As everyone boarded the boat with letters, the flower boats also started, and dozens of flower boats were lined up in the middle of the river, and hundreds of ordinary people, merchants, and small and wealthy people on both sides were watching.

With the sound of a copper luo, the flower boats sounded music, and with the wave of Wen Zheng's hand, several big men on the roof of the Caihua Mansion shouted in unison: "The triennial Xuanhe Flower Festival has begun." “

Immediately, on all floors of the flower building, there are Qing officials performing music, all kinds of music in pure time, the two sides of the strait are lively and extraordinary, Yang Xiuqing also feels that the ancient music is also so rich.

Wen Zheng closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said: "Tonight, the autumn wind is gusting, the saint is looking south, the officials are clear and the people are rich, so I will take autumn as the name." “

As Wen Zheng's words fell, an entourage passed the word, and after a while, the big man on the roof shouted Wen Zheng's words again.

Just when Yang Xiuqing was nibbling on a chicken leg, a turtle man walked past Yang Xiuqing as usual, but when he arrived at Yang Xiuqing's side, he nodded at Yang Xiuqing respectfully and then raised his head and shouted; "Yang Xiuqing, Yang Xiucai, Yang Gongzi is willing to throw stones to ask for directions, and take out a meticulous masterpiece to send to Miss Jiang Xiangxiang, and I hope to win Miss Jiang a smile."

Yang Xiuqing looked at the turtle man in amazement and shouted, for a long time; "I'm yin, Jin Dafu, who is yin me."

"Childe, you are so self-conscious, anyway, you are thick-skinned, even if the poem is as bad as shit, you are fearless, but don't mess around, there are big officials watching here." Jin Dafu also looked at Yang Xiuqing with a cute face, Nuo didn't know Yang Xiuqing's temperament, he really thought that Yang Xiuqing was going to be majestic.

After the turtle gong finished speaking, he left as if he was running for his life, and when Yang Er and Yang San were about to pull people, dozens of unknown people appeared around, and after a while, someone came over with a pen and paper in front of Yang Xiuqing's eyes.

Yang Xiuqing's eyes were sharp, he must have seen Li Youming not far away, "It's your grandson who is harming your grandfather here, thinking that this will make it difficult for me, I usually don't talk to you without illness, but now I come to harm me, a fool who doesn't know whether to live or die." ”

The more Yang Xiuqing said at the end, the louder he became, the speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and the Xiucai in the whole hall stared at Yang Xiuqing, and his eyes were like saying, what good can you do as a fool.

Yang Xiuqing's head couldn't help but get bigger, what kind of talent is there to write what poems, but at this time, he had to copy a poem from his previous life to use, after Yang Xiuqing thought about it again, he thought of a "Cherish Fangchun" by Qiao Ji in the Yuan Dynasty. Autumn Hope", Yang Xiuqing couldn't help but say sorry to the ancients in her heart, I have no way to borrow it.

As Yang Xiuqing's writing was completed, Jin Dafu looked at Yang Xiuqing with wide eyes, as if he had only met Yang Xiuqing today, but this poem was very powerful.

As Yang Xiuqing put down the pen, a turtle came to take it and shouted to the full-time man on the side of the fence.

"Thousands of mountains and deciduous rocks are thin, and a hundred feet are in danger. Some people leaned alone in the evening makeup room. The willows outside the building, the eyebrows are dark. ”

As the boat followed the boat, after a while, everyone heard the words given to Jiang Xiangxiang copied by Yang Xiuqing, but when everyone wanted to understand the meaning of this poem and then gave it to a girl, they all stared at Yang Xiuqing meaningfully.

When this poem was delivered to Jiang Xiangxiang, her face was flushed, "Scoundrel, please complain." ”

But as soon as the people on both sides of the strait understood the meaning of this word, they became coaxed, and Wen Zheng couldn't imagine that Yang Xiuqing could have such talent, but this meaning made people cry and laugh.

"Is it stupid to say that Yang Xiuqing is doing this, he is doing this, even if he has talent, do you still expect to be beautiful."

"Probably not, from the present, but my lord, although this is not a poem or a word, but there is still talent, but can this mean it?"

Wei Bing couldn't imagine that Yang Xiuqing really had two hits, and at this time he remembered the guess that Yang Xiuqing had told him before, and he had to contemplate that Yang Xiuqing had such a talent.

Everyone originally wanted to come up with the poems they wrote, but when they compared it with Yang Xiuqing, they almost tasted it, although the word had some special meanings, but the talent was still visible.

As soon as Yang Xiuqing's words came out, he calmed down, he didn't pay attention to those people who were chirping me and me, he only cared about eating and drinking, but after this incident, he asked Jin Dafu to pay attention to the surroundings, because Jin Dafu was yin enough, and he believed that he would be stable and less.

Li Youming glanced at Chen Er with a dark face, and a trace of viciousness flashed in Chen Er's eyes: "Young master, don't worry, the slave has been arranged." ”

In the special room of the prefect's mansion, Mrs. Wei smiled and looked at the few poems sent to her, and Wei Xinxiang on the side also stared at the old lady with some complaints.

"Hey, the talented don't have the money, and the rich don't have the talent."

"Grandma, someone else's future is bright." Wei Xinxiang was unconvinced, and he stared at the gorgeous poem, which was written by a poor man.

"Hmph, you are not allowed to marry an official, the most bad people who are officials, if you have money, you just need to get by." The old lady's tone was tight, and Wei Xinxiang also shut up, she really couldn't understand that she was the daughter of an official family, how could the old lady be disgusted with being an official. If she knew that because Wei Bingwei had been frightened and burned incense every day, she would have been able to understand the old lady's heart.

"Well, it looks like Yang Xiuqing's kid is pleasing to the eye, this word is not bad, call your father to invite him to be a guest tomorrow."

When Wei Xinxiang heard this, her face immediately darkened: "Grandma, that's... The resentful woman.... ”

"What resentful woman?"

"It's ......."