(No ink, two chapters together, ask for recommendations, ask for collections, all kinds of requests!) From this chapter onwards, the pace will be increased until the Lu family is defeated. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo）

Such a bold Guan Yutong made Han Xiaocao hurriedly lower her head and didn't dare to look at it, even Mingyuexin skimmed her face, embarrassed to look at it.

In the end, Han Xiaocao and Mingyuexin were defeated, and Guan Yutong occupied the exclusive qualification to walk in the courtyard with Cao Ziguang, and Cao Ziguang felt that this night was very good.

After the year, Cao Ziguang made preparations to rush to Jinling early, for which he asked Han Xiaocao to make a few sample clothes for the competition, and the sleeves and skirts were all shortened, and it was not enough to be a blockbuster if they were not exposed.

The Lu family garment workshop is also making preparations, in order to win the championship, Lu Chengming proposed to imitate the cheongsam of the Tang Dynasty to make a similar costume, which was approved by the Lu family's father and son, but their vision was still not open enough, not only did not further optimize the cheongsam, but was more conservative, the skirt tail was lengthened, and the slit was canceled. In their opinion, clothing that is too revealing is immoral, and it will inevitably be criticized and abused by the industry.

The eighteenth day of the first lunar month is the day of the clothing conference, but very early there are merchants from all over the world rush to Jinling, and the northbound boats on the canal outside Suzhou city are one after another, every day.

After Cao Ziguang prepared everything, he set off north on the tenth day of the first lunar month, he took Han Xiaocao, Zhang Lang, and Xiang Wu to rent a passenger boat, and pulled Wen Li and other four Mingyuelou beauties from Suzhou Wharf.

Cao Ziguang stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the waves on the bow of the boat, full of pride, this time he wanted to push the cheongsam and the Datang Garment Workshop to the entire south of the Yangtze River.

A private boat sailed by, this boat Cao Ziguang was very familiar with, and after his gaze fell on it, the corners of his mouth flashed into a chuckle.

The Yue family's ship, is Yue Qingya also here?

On the bow of the Yue family, Yue Qingya stood in white, but she didn't notice Cao Ziguang's side, she lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Sister."

Just after the Yue family's boat passed Cao Ziguang, Yue Qinghan walked out of the cabin, stood beside his sister and said, "I heard that a new Datang garment factory has opened in Suzhou, and it has made a kind of clothes called cheongsam, which is very popular with rich people. ”

"I know."

Yue Qingya's face showed a look of approval, and said, "I don't know whose design it is?" It's bold, but it's unprecedented. ”

Yue Qinghan said, "Then doesn't my sister want to seek cooperation with them?" ”

Yue Qingya pondered for a moment, shook her head and said, "The amount of fabric they need now is too small, and besides, the Lu family is attacking them, let's take a look first!" ”

Cao Ziguang deliberately slowed down the speed of the ship, he didn't want to catch up with the Yue family's boat, Yue Qingya's appearance made him want to make a difference in this clothing conference even more. Lao Tzu must let you know how stupid it is to get rid of Lao Tzu.

"Big young master, it's all over, don't think too much."

Han Xiaocao didn't know when he appeared behind Cao Ziguang, obviously he also saw the Yue family's boat, and saw that the eldest young master had a tangled expression, and gently grabbed Cao Ziguang's arm. Sometimes she really thanked Yue Qingya, it was she who sent the eldest young master to her.

"Is it over? Maybe! ”

Cao Ziguang smiled faintly, turned his head and hugged Han Xiaocao, and kissed her on the forehead. A woman like Han Xiaocao may not necessarily fascinate men, but she must be the one who doesn't want to lose.

Some people, no matter how good you are to her, she will not cherish it, because in her eyes, you are so insignificant; And some, you are her everything.

My little grass, I hope to give you the happiest life. And this time your name will be resounding all over the world. Inexplicably, Cao Ziguang actually has a kind of pride in wearing gold armor in a hundred battles in the yellow sand, and he will never return Loulan if he does not break it.

When we arrived in Jinling the next day, there were many boats on the wharf, and Cao Ziguang's boat could not dock for a while. I waited at the pier for an hour before I went ashore.

Today's Jinling is crowded with people, groups of people linger on the street, Cao Ziguang took Han Xiaocao's hand, for fear that she would get lost, Xiaocao came to the metropolis for the first time, but she didn't show much curiosity, and followed the young master without saying a word, and didn't pay attention to the things around her.

I wanted to find a better inn to settle in, but found that many of them were already full of people, so Cao Ziguang had no choice but to find a low-grade place to stay.

The next day, he asked Zhang Lang to go to the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce to sign up for the competition, and he walked on the street alone in order to collect some news.

Most of the people who visited the street were some richly dressed sons and young and beautiful women, not like merchants from all over the world, and the merchants who wanted to come to the competition were tired and had no intention of going to the street. And these young ladies seem to be a lot more than in the past, which makes Cao Ziguang a little puzzled. Could it be that these pompous young people also come to the fashion conference to join in the fun?

Soon Cao Ziguang figured out the reason, these young ladies did not come to watch the costume competition, but for the poetry meeting on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Jinnima is boring! What kind of poetry will you do if you have nothing to do? What's the use of eggs. Cao Ziguang scoffed.

"************. Countless heroes are bent over." Cao Ziguang whispered to himself, if you can really make such a bold poem, it's okay, it's just vulgar words, and it's not worth worshipping Lao Tzu at all.

"This little friend, what kind of poem did you chant just now? The artistic conception is extraordinary, unprecedented! Would you like to participate in this poetry contest? ”

"Not interested." Cao Ziguang casually refused, and at the same time raised his head and saw an old man in white robe in front of him staring at him.

The white-robed old man looked at Cao Ziguang carefully, and after a while, he said in surprise: "You are the Suzhou native who wrote poems in Mingyue Tower?" ”

Cao Ziguang also recognized this old man, who turned out to be Meng Fuzi of Wenhua Academy, and immediately gave up his hand, and said with a smile: "Meng Fuzi, the younger generation is not a poem." ”

Meng Fuzi disagreed: "The little friend is too modest, and what the right talent has done is even more extraordinary, and the old man is not as good as himself." ”

"That's it." Cao Ziguang said with a straight face: "This sentence is from a great person, and the younger generation just chanted it casually." ”

"Little friends and talents, if you don't dislike it, can you go to our courtyard to talk about it."

Cao Ziguang hesitated for a moment, it was okay to be idle, it didn't hurt to go, it was said that this Wenhua Academy was famous in Jiangnan, and he just went to see it, so he agreed to the other party's invitation.

Wenhua College, located at the foot of the Purple Mountain, on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, is a quiet and elegant place, which must be a place full of flowers and birds and greenery after spring.

Walking in, the portrait of Confucius can be seen everywhere, and the shadow wall is engraved with Confucius's life and anthologies, and the cultural atmosphere is very strong.

Cao Ziguang straightened his clothes, pretended to be as gentle as possible, and followed Meng Fuzi to the guest hall of the academy. I didn't hear the sound of reading, and I think there weren't many students in the hospital this month.

On one side of the hall, a pair of black and white children was placed on the low table, and on the other side was the tea table, Meng Fuzi led Cao Ziguang to sit down in front of the tea table, and a boy came in to serve tea.

"What do you call a little friend?"

Although it was the second time they met, Meng Fuzi still didn't know Cao Ziguang's name.

"Junior Cao Ziguang, the master can call me Ziguang."

"Mr. Cao." Meng Fuzi respectfully called Cao Ziguang Mr., which made Cao Ziguang quite embarrassed, I am often said to be a vulgar and shameless person, deserve the word Mr.?

After some conversation, Cao Ziguang learned that this poetry meeting was organized by Wenhua College, and there would be such a meeting almost every year, in order to prosper Jiangnan culture.

During this period, Cao Ziguang didn't want to express himself too much, but Mengfuzi was forced to steal a few ancient poems, which attracted Mencius's praise constantly.

Meng Fuzi admired Cao Ziguang more and more, stroked his beard and said, "Mr. Cao is interested in teaching at my Wenhua Academy?" ”