The Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in Chongwangfu began, and other Mid-Autumn poetry meetings in Jinling City also started earlier or later.

However, because the most active, famous and talented young talents in Jinling City, as well as the famous and noble women who made countless men look up to and admire, were all concentrated in the Chongwang Mansion, those poems were much more discolored than in previous years, and the atmosphere was not as warm as in previous years.

At those poetry meetings, most of them were in Cao Ying's heart in Han, waiting for the good poems and good words from the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club in Chongwangfu.

Not only the major poetry clubs in Jinling City, but also the most popular Oiran Dabi in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the atmosphere is also a lot colder.

Without those young and energetic, talented and wealthy talents who compete for wind and eat mistakes in the Oiran competition, or use their talents to write poems on the spot to praise a certain girl, or spend a lot of money to support a certain top brand, so as to arouse everyone's amazement, and not become cold.

The most obvious thing is that according to the custom, the prefect of Jinling Castle will appear at the opening of the final of the Oiran Grand Contest and say a few words of encouragement and congratulations.

In this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, the prefect of Jinling City went to Chongwang's Mansion instead.

The guests who came to see the Oiran Dabi basically watched the Oiran performance while paying attention to the news of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival in Chongwangfu.

"Miss, this year's Oiran is so deserted, although there are still so many people." Behind the luxurious stage, in a rest and makeup room, a maid said complainingly while combing Liu Ru with three thousand green silks.

Liu Ru looked at his beautiful face in the bronze mirror, smiled disappreciatively and said, "Of course." At this moment, who in the entire Jinling City does not pay attention to the news of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting in the Chongwang Mansion. ”

"By the way, I'll tell you about it......" she said again.

The maid immediately said, "Don't worry, how can your slave and maid forget?" The slave maid had already repeatedly told Xiaoyu that as soon as there was a good poem from the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club in the Chongwang Mansion, she would send it over. ”

"Hmm." Liu Ru nodded slightly.

After a pause, the maid couldn't help but say, "Miss, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival of the Chongwang Mansion has stolen the limelight from our Oiran Dabi, why do you still pay so much attention to it?" It's too late to hate it if it's a slave. ”

"Miss, you better concentrate on getting ready for the show. You're sure to win the Oiran in one fell swoop! The maid persuaded.

Liu Ru shook her head lightly with a smile and said, "What about winning the Oiran?" Will it be possible to regain its freedom? Entering the final of the Oiran Grand Competition, the task of the owner has been completed, and it does not matter whether or not he can win the Oiran. I wish I had made it to the Final Four. ”

"Shhhhhh

She suppressed her voice and said, "Miss, be careful that the wall has ears. This must not be said, if it is known by the owner, it will be miserable. ”

Liu Ru smiled calmly, but did not continue.

After a while, the maid comforted her and said, "Actually, you don't have to be so pessimistic, young lady. Now that your reputation has spread, I don't know how many sons don't think about you for a long time. As long as you want to, they will definitely be willing to pay a big price to redeem you. For example, Chen Gongzi, Liu Gongzi and Lu Gongzi, they are all graceful and gentle talents, and they are very good ......"

"They're just coveting my beauty." Liu Ru waved her hand to interrupt her maid's words.

As the two were talking, there was a knock on the door, and the conversation immediately stopped.

"Slave and maid go and open the door." The maid said.

Liu Ru nodded slightly, took the comb, and continued to comb the three thousand green silks in front of the bronze mirror.

The maid turned and went to open the door.

As the door opened, Liu Ru heard a girl's voice coming from the door: "Sister Juan, a batch of good poems have come out of Chongwang's Mansion!" ”

When Liu heard this, he immediately turned around and looked at the door.

Xiao Yu saw Liu Ru turn to look at her, and immediately saluted and shouted, "I've seen Miss Liu." ”

"Hmm." Liu Ru responded and said expectantly, "What good poems will come out of the Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the Chongwang Mansion?" Bring it in and show me. ”

"No." Xiao Yu responded, walked into the room, and presented seven or eight pieces of paper with poems copied on them to Liu Rushi.

Then, she said: "I heard the people who came out say that the best is a poem called "A Cut Plum". It is said that Ye Lao of the Poetry Pavilion judged on the spot that the poem could be passed on to the world, and over time, it might be able to last for centuries. ”

"Got such a good word?" Liu Ru couldn't help but be surprised.

Then, she turned her face and gave her maid Xiaojuan a look.

Xiao Juan willingly took out two taels of silver and stuffed them into Xiao Yu's hand.

Xiaoyu happily thanked Liu Ru.

"Who wrote that poem? Qin Gongzi? Or Wu Gongzi? Liu Ru didn't rush to read the poems, and asked curiously.

Xiao Yu shook her head and said, "Neither." That poem is also strange to say, there is no author. ”

"No author?" Xiao Juan next to her couldn't help but interject, "How is it possible?!" Could it be that this poem fell from heaven on its own? ”

Xiaoyu replied, "Not really. I heard that it was written by Widow Qin. However, Widow Qin said that it was not her who did it, but a friend of hers who was indifferent to fame and fortune gave it to her, and asked her not to reveal his name. ”

Liu Ru was even more curious, and couldn't wait to watch the words of "A Cut Plum", and said to Xiaoyu: "You go down." Continue to inquire about the poems from the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club in Chongwangfu. ”

"No. Xiaoyu retired. Xiaoyu saluted Liu and exited the room.

"Red lotus fragrance remnant jade mushroom autumn,

Lightly relieve Luo Shang and go to the Lanzhou alone......"

Liu Ru looked down at the "A Cut of Plum and Red Lotus Fragrance Residual Jade Autumn" copied on the paper, and sang in a low voice. (Note: The singing method of each word brand name is basically fixed, but the content of the word is different.) ）

After only singing two sentences, her whole person was deeply immersed in the artistic conception of that song and couldn't extricate herself.

“…… There is no way to eliminate this. I frowned, but I was on my heart. In the Chongwang Mansion, at the scene of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, Su Pujia whispered back and forth a few times, and sighed long, "It's really the best word in the world that understands a woman's heart." ”

At the end, her upper body leaned sideways to Qin Yuanyuan, and whispered in Qin Yuanyuan's ear: "Sister Qin, my sister is very curious about your friend who is indifferent to fame and fortune, can you tell me quietly?" I swear I will never spread it. ”

"That's not going to work." Qin Yuanyuan shook his head with a smile and said, "Sister, I also swore to him: I will never reveal his name without his permission." ”

When he said this, Qin Yuanyuan felt a burst of happiness inexplicably in his heart: If I say it on the spot, I promise to regret you to death, but I am afraid that you will already be ashamed of yourself here and now!