Four delicate maids stood on the left and right, and the people who followed up looked at this light veil, the light veil was hazy and could not be seen closely, and through this faintly visible a graceful person sitting quietly in the pavilion, covering his mouth and chuckling.

Many of the scholars who followed up showed fiery faces, and there was a way to be "a talented man with a beautiful woman", and every scholar may have an Oiran in his heart, and to be able to get the appreciation of the Oiran and become a guest of the curtain is a beautiful thing, and it can also be a romantic and elegant thing.

But today's protagonists are the three people in front of them, Jiang Yun, An Yang, and Su Mingyuan, they are also very envious of these three people, but they also hope that one of the three can get the joy of the Oiran and pick this flower of Jinling.

Rumeng covered his mouth and chuckled, and a beautiful silhouette could already be glimpsed in the graceful figure, and some scholars couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"In Lin'an Su Mingyuan, I have seen Miss Rumeng." He saluted Rumeng, his eyes full of fire.

"In Anyang, Xiajiangbei, I have seen Miss Rumeng." An Yang has also heard a lot about this dream, so he yearns for it.

"In the North Yunjiang River of the Lower Desert, I have seen Miss Rumeng." Jiang Yun's words were flat and slightly polite.

The queen pursed her lips like a dream, smiled, got up and returned the salute, "The slave family has thanked all the sons." ”

Whispering softly, like a spring breeze, it is the voice of this Oiran like a dream.

Just when he got up like a dream, he could see his thin waist like a water snake, as well as the charm between his words and deeds.

Jiang Yun secretly said that this woman really deserves to be the No. 1 Oiran in Jinling, and her gestures are elegant and have a hint of fox, but it also makes him frown.

Yu Mobei's experience of more than ten years told him that this kind of woman is the most elusive and the most dangerous. His goal on this trip was not to use this poem to defeat Su Mingyuan.

Defeating Su Mingyuan with this place that Su Mingyuan is most proud of is the greatest damage to him.

Since the government has nothing to do, let me settle the accounts of the vendors and their children.

It's just that Jiang Yun always felt a little unnatural, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the calm Qinhuai River outside, thoughtfully.

The voices of people on the banks of the Qinhuai River are still the same, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians, all of whom are surrounded by the embankment, and the officers and soldiers maintain stability in it.

"Today, you have to appreciate your faces, so please ask your sons to make a poem with a little girl."

The rest of the scholars were in an uproar when they heard this, this is like a dream, I am afraid that there is a faint meaning of a goddess, and today there should be a wonderful thing that can be seen in the wind and snow.

That An Yang is also quick-witted, and after thinking about it, he hugged his fist to Rumeng, "Double butterfly embroidered Luo skirt." Jinling banquet, first meeting. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are faintly fragrant. Look carefully at all the good, humane, willow waist. Yesterday was in turmoil, and when I came, my clothes were cloudy. ”

"Good!" Some scholars said that this word is a good infatuated son, implying courtship.

As soon as Su Mingyuan heard this, he got up and paced a few steps, and said slowly towards Rumeng, "The eyebrows of the distant mountains are long, and the waist of the thin willows is curling. Makeup stands up for the spring breeze, and a smile is less. When I returned to Fengcheng, I said that I was with Qinglou Road. Looking at Yingchuan flowers all over the world, it is not as good as a dream. This word has a far-reaching meaning, expressing the love between the return has not diminished, and the last sentence is a pun, boldly courting. It seems that this Su Mingyuan is determined to win the Oiran today!

Yu Shizi sighed, and even Na An Yang couldn't help but say secretly, "I'm really not as good as it." ”

Rumeng smiled slightly, with an indescribable meaning in her eyes.

Su Mingyuan's confidence soared, and even Su Ping cast a hint of approval for him, while Beigong Boyu kept slandering, shouting that such a beautiful oiran was going to be arched.

Later, Beigong Boyu walked behind Jiang Yun with Mo Yinian, twisting his head slightly, but he saw a face that he was most afraid of in his life.

It's just that the owner of this face didn't pay attention to himself, but instead set his eyes on Jiang Yun not far away.

Beigong Boyu smiled, didn't say anything, and secretly walked behind Jiang Yun, secretly saying that his brother was really powerful.

Jiang Yun didn't seem to hear it, there was a bit of it in his ears that was quite subtle, if he didn't listen carefully to the imperceptible movements, he couldn't help but look around, and finally a person appeared in his sight.

This person was wearing a goose-yellow robe, a purple and gold crown, his willow eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his phoenix eyes were gentle like water, and his Danzhu lips were slightly pursed, which actually made Jiang Yun fall into it deeply and couldn't extricate himself.

This person also turned red when he saw Jiang Yun's eyes, but he didn't know what to do.

"You abrupt beauty! If you can't do it, just say it! Why pretend to be a ghost! Su Mingyuan slapped the paper fan and said sarcastically.

Jiang Yun glanced at the front of this person, and found that it was mediocre, only to realize that this was a son, and secretly said that he was like a demon, and bowed to this person apologetically, and returned to the third floor, his eyes became ancient, as if he didn't know that a scene had just happened.

He looked like a dream, took a step forward, and looked outside the painting boat, the kabuko danced in the song "Yushu Backyard Flowers", the long sleeves of the scholar fluttering, and the eaves were colorful.

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. ”

Surprised, speechless.

Jiang Yun suddenly turned around and involuntarily looked at the person from Fang Cai.

"The moth snow willow is golden, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

Exclaim, appreciation.

This person looked at Jiang Yun's gaze, coupled with Fang Cai's words, his heart jumped, and the maid beside him smiled silently. But when he thought about it, this person's eyes dimmed, as if he remembered something.

The maid was also silent and sighed softly.

For some reason, seeing the gloom in the man's eyes, Jiang Yun felt that something was split.

The scholars present were all in admiration for Jiang Yunzhi's eyes, and they all leaned over and saluted with fists.

Su Mingyuan suddenly lost color, the hatred in his heart was unabated, his teeth were clenched, and he couldn't move.

Jiang Yun bowed to Rumeng and looked at Su Mingyuan with a smile.

Su Ping's face darkened, and he remembered Jiang Yun in his heart, and snorted.

Beigong Boyu smiled, pulled the people around him and said This is my brother, he has my three-layer skills, which attracted a group of people to cast contemptuous glances at him, but he didn't care at all, his face was full of smiles.

Mo Yinian became more determined in his heart to follow Jiang Yun's idea, let me ask if there can be such a literary and strong person in the world, how can there be?

Rumeng found a maid behind the veil and whispered a few words, and the maid bowed slightly, then took small steps to Jiang Yun and bent down slightly.

"Childe, my young lady is invited."

The scholars showed envious eyes, this time they chose to enter the curtain like a dream, which can be described as a major event in the Jinling poetry world, I believe that tomorrow all kinds of news will be overwhelming, as they have witnessed it, they also have more to talk about.

Su Mingyuan snorted coldly, turned his head and was about to leave.

Jiang Yun was about to say something, but that subtle movement came into his ears again, and gradually intensified.

"It's out of the water!" Someone in the painting boat in front of you is shouting!