Hearing that Zhou Shimao got up and took the initiative to admit defeat, Bian Yujing was also relieved.

She smiled and said: "Brother Shimao's two poems are also excellent, they are eye-catching to read, and they are full of parting sorrows. Originally, I was also very fond of Brother Shimao's masterpiece, but Zheng Gongzi's Tang Duoling. Yongliu touched my brother's heart even more, so that I couldn't help but think of my own ill-fated fate, the words are lonely, sad, and empathetic, yes, I want to pull this word as the first one! Please also forgive Brother Shimao. ”

She didn't say that Zheng Hao's poem was better than Zhou Shimao's poem, but that it could touch her heart more.

This rhetoric is euphemistic, so as not to embarrass Zhou Shimao too much.

Here, Bian Yujing calls herself "younger brother", which is also her desire to express her desire to associate with these scholars.

Although Bian Yujing fell into the dust and fell into a lowly status, this does not prevent her from having a proud heart.

Hearing what Bian Yujing said, Zhou Shimao also sighed and said: "This song "Tang Duoling. "Yongliu" is indeed too sad, which makes people feel sour in their hearts, and they can't help but have sad thoughts! Yujing girl, life is short, don't sigh to yourself, it's better to be happier! With the help of all the good friends here, you will have a good home in the future. ”

"Thank you, Brother Shimao, I'm just grateful for a while, and I won't be depressed and sad. Brother Shimao, please be seated! Next, I would like to announce the leader of this poetry meeting. ”

Bian Yujing smiled and nodded to Zhou Shimao.

Zhou Shimao arched his hand and sat down.

Bian Yujing looked in the direction of Zheng Hao, smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "The masterpieces of this poetry meeting are frequent, and the talents of the brothers make me admire, especially the two songs of Brother Shimao are the most exciting, but there is a small word that is also fresh and pleasant, and it touches my heart even more, so I will dare to pull it out as the leader of this poetry meeting!" This little poem is called "Tang Duoling. Yongliu", the author is the county's young man Junyan Zheng Hao Zheng Gongzi! ”

The results were announced.

However, the response below was not very enthusiastic.

Mao Xiang smiled and bowed his hand to the owner Zhou Sheng and said, "Brother Shimao, congratulations on Wuxi's new young talent!" ”

Zhou Sheng's mentality was also adjusted at this time, and he also smiled in return: "Brother Zheng Xian is indeed amazingly talented, and I am also honored!" Good words, good words! Although the style is a little sad, it is amazing that a teenager can write such a good poem! ”

Hearing Zhou Sheng say this, the others began to have some admiration for Zheng Hao.

But what Zheng Hao saw from the eyes of many people was still mostly jealous.

This is also a very normal thing.

It's a mediocrity not to be envied! The fact that literati despise each other is common in any era.

When everyone's discussion was quiet, Bian Yujing smiled and said to Zheng Hao: "Brother Mao said that the person who won the leader of this poetry meeting can make a request to me, I don't know what Mr. Zheng will ask?" ”

Zheng Hao has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He got up and smiled lightly and said, "Miss Yujing, I want to stay with you alone for an hour, is it okay?" ”

Being alone with a peerless beauty is an elegant thing that many men dream of.

It's just that the vast majority of literati would not make such a straightforward request. They usually cover up their turbulent hearts with more elegant things.

For example, listening to the beautiful woman playing the piano alone, talking about poetry with the beautiful woman, drinking with the beautiful woman, and so on.

What the hell is this solitary stay for an hour?

There was a burst of snickering in the flower hall.

A guy at the table with Zheng Hao glanced at Zheng Hao contemptuously, compared Zheng Hao's height with his hand, shook his head and said, "Little brother, you are still young, don't be delusional!" Moreover, how can a fairy-like beauty like Yujing like fall in love with a child like you? ”

"Coax!"

Everyone at the table was laughing.

"I said, you birdmen, is this request of my brother funny? They all laughed like they had eaten a fart. Zheng Chong was a little angry and muttered.

Zheng Hao shook his head at him, lowered his head and whispered, "Brother Chong, don't be like them." ”

Zheng Chong shut up at this time.

Zheng Hao still looked at Bian Yujing not far away indifferently, waiting for her answer.

Bian Yujing pursed her lips and chuckled, she thought this teenager was particularly interesting. She is not disgusted with Zheng Hao, on the contrary, she likes this handsome and handsome boy very much.

In this flower hall, there are many scholars and literati, and Zheng Hao is the most beautiful.

No matter when, good looks are a big asset for men, and if they are used to hook women, they will definitely hook a spot.

This kid is indeed a little too small.

Bian Yujing speculated about Zheng Hao's age in his heart, thinking that he was only in his early tens?

He is too much older than him, and he is definitely not a good match.

Thinking of this, Bian Yujing covered his mouth and chuckled and said, "I don't know what you want to do in one hour?" Shall we just sit opposite each other and look at each other in silence? ”

Zheng Hao smiled and said: "I want to talk quietly with the girl, if you can agree, it will be an honor!" ”

Bian Yujing groaned and nodded: "It's okay, I promise you." ”

Hearing that Bian Yujing agreed to be alone with Zheng Hao, there was another commotion in the flower hall.

Being alone with a fairy-like woman like Bian Yujing for an hour has never been such an honor before.

Bian Yujing is a clean and self-loving woman, she strictly adheres to the principle of selling her art and not selling herself, and she has never faked the color of the man she doesn't like, let alone give the other party a chance to kiss Fangze.

Zheng Hao felt countless envious, jealous, and hateful eyes glancing towards him.

He calmly faced these gazes, did not flinch, and bowed to Bian Yujing, saying, "Thank you, Miss Yujing!" ”

Zhou Shimao felt very uncomfortable at this time.

However, let Bian Yujing meet the requirements of the top performer, and this lottery was proposed by himself, so he naturally couldn't say that it didn't count.

Zhou Shimao forced a smile and said, "Miss Yujing, Brother Zheng Xian, there is a clean room here, you can go there to talk." ”

Zhou Shimao ordered the two subordinates to light a lantern and took Bian Yujing and Zheng Hao to the second floor of a small building in the garden.

The people brought by Zheng Chong and Bian Yujing naturally followed, and they waited downstairs.

Lighting the candles upstairs, Zheng Hao saw that there was only a table and a few brocade stools on the small building, in addition to a shelf of books and a few exotic flowers and plants.

Someone brought some tea and snacks.

"Go down." Bian Yujing said.

Everyone upstairs and downstairs left.

Bian Yujing smiled and invited Zheng Hao to sit down on the brocade stool next to the table, and said to Zheng Hao: "I don't know what the son wants to talk about?" ”

Zheng Hao took a deep look at Bian Yujing and said: "Miss Yujing, just now in that flower hall, I can hear you, my little words make you sad, Xiao Ke is just sighing about his life, but it makes the girl sad, it's really a sin, a sin!" ”