Suddenly there was warm applause in the lobby, and the woman with the stage name Jin Feng slowly walked onto the stage, smiling and saluting the people below. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info she is going to perform the same program as the previous one, and she is also singing a song with the name of Yulouchun.

Yun'er glanced at the stage and took a deep breath, the order of Qin Ge's appearance on stage was relatively low, and there were probably three more people after Jin Feng before it would be her turn, and there should still be time.

"This son, please forgive the slave and maid for being presumptuous, the slave and maid ask you for a poem on behalf of my young lady......"

"Oh, I don't know who your young lady is?" The son, dressed in a fancy costume, shook the folding fan in a chic manner, with a smug smile on his face.

"The head card of the Warm Fragrance Pavilion, the piano song...... Hey, Childe, Childe, don't go......"

Seeing that the boy in the fancy costume quickly flashed into the crowd and disappeared, the little girl stomped her foot angrily. At this point, she has visited all the scholars and sons who are eye-catching under the stage, and no one is willing, or it should be said, no one dares to write poems for qin songs, let alone lottery money.

"People are like the wind after entering the river and clouds, and the love is like the rain and the ...... sticky to the ground"

After Jin Feng sang the last sentence, the applause rang out again, and a small servant in the audience shouted: "Master Guo will reward three hundred taels, Ma Gongzi will reward three hundred taels, and Zhao Gongzi will reward three hundred ta......els."

In order to better sing the artistic conception in the lyrics and songs, Jin Feng practiced hard for a long time, and the effect on stage today is really extraordinary. After singing a song, she was secretly happy in her heart, the top brand of this Warm Fragrance Pavilion was firmly seated.

When she was on stage before, she seemed to see Qin Ge's personal maid Yun'er begging for help for her young lady. The poor little girl didn't know that Zhang Yanei had already released the words, and no one was allowed to give the piano song prize money or write poems at today's Hundred Flowers Competition! The demon king of the mixed world relied on his grandfather Zhang Taishi to run rampant in the capital, how dare ordinary people afford to provoke him?

Jin Feng thought about it as she walked off the stage, her mother came to meet her, her mouth was full of words of praise, Jin Feng coped casually, her eyes looked at the crowd again, Yun'er's girl was gone, maybe she was also dead. Jin Feng raised his head and looked at the room where Qin Ge was.

"Sister Qinge...... I can't protect myself, so don't resent me......"

In a room on the third floor of Nuanxiang Pavilion, two young women were standing in front of the window, and looking out from here, they could see the situation in the lobby clearly. The woman in the pink dress looked at Jin Feng's back and said to the woman in yellow beside her: "Jin Feng's Yulou Spring sang very well, and I was waiting for Chilan Bridge at that time...... Today, I am looking for the yellow leaf road...... That's a very well written word. ”

The woman in yellow smiled: "I don't think Sister Sisi is saying that Jin Feng sings well, but that she sings Yulou Chun and writes well!" The woman named Sisi thought about it, nodded slowly, and said, "You say that...... You can also. The woman in yellow stretched her waist, showing a lazy posture softly, she yawned, and said boredly: "Sister Sisi, let's not look at it, no matter how much these people toss, they can't surpass us, it's not interesting at all." ”

Sisi quipped: "You girl doesn't know the height of the sky, you must know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!" Who dares to say that he can sit firmly in the top three positions in Beijing? I Li Sisi don't dare to say it, do you Hu Xiaoqian dare to say it? Hu Xiaoqian snorted unconvinced, and said: "What I'm saying is the truth, if you look at the programs they perform, they are all messy, the dancing is poor, the singing is also poor, and the poems written by those literati and artists for them are simply rubbish compared to those written by our benefactors!" With that, he pointed to a pair of white silks with poems hanging in the lobby.

But all the poems written at today's conference will be copied and hung on white silk, and there will be a payment below, who will write a poem for which top brand, and so on.

Although Hu Xiaoqian's words are a bit arrogant, the level of the poems written tonight is really not high, only the Yulouchun sung by Jin Feng is not bad, otherwise the knowledgeable Li Sisi would not praise it.

However, although Jin Feng sings very well, the prize money she won is still too far from Li Sisi and Hu Xiaoqian, after all, these two women are the first and second top brands in the capital today, and they can be called top existences. Li Sisi is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Hu Xiaoqian's body is as light as a swallow, soft as a boneless, and her dancing skills are particularly exquisite. The status of these two people can be shaken for a while, so Hu Xiaoqian is so arrogant.

"I don't want to go back, as soon as I go back to Dicui Building, those benefactors will surround me again, so tired......" Li Sisi couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes, and he had to greet those guys who were obsessed with lust every day, I really don't know when this kind of day is a head.

Hu Xiaoqian shrugged her shoulders and said, "Okay, if you don't go, I won't leave, let's see which eldest sister is going to come out next!" Li Sisi smiled and shook his head: "You girl, a mouth is always unforgiving......"

"Brother Pei, what are you still thinking about?"

Seeing that Pei Xinyuan was silent, Boss Zhou stood up and walked to Pei Xinyuan's side, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "We are all for the good of your Supreme Commercial Bank, don't do it for a little profit...... It broke everyone's heart! ”

In the eyes of everyone, Pei Xinyuan slowly stood up, his body trembling slightly because of anger.

"You ...... You do this......" His voice was low, as if it were squeezing out between his teeth. Boss Zhou was slightly stunned and said, "Brother Pei, what did you say?" We can't hear clearly. ”

"It's too much! …… You guys are going too far! Pei Xinyuan raised his head and looked at the leaders of the firms present, his eyes mixed with anger and helplessness.

Kang Qian leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes. Ning Zhen took a sip of the wine glass gently, then raised his eyes to look at Pei Xinyuan opposite, and Wu Zheng, who had just withdrawn his gaze from the window, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah...... I'm really sorry, I know I've disturbed the Yaxing of all the old men...... But ...... "I don't know when, the door of the private room was pushed open, and at this time a fourteen or fifteen-year-old maid stood timidly outside the door, holding a wooden plate in her hand, on which there was an untouched pen, ink, paper and inkstone, a little cramped, but full of longing to look at the people in the room.

"I just want to ask you sons and lords to write a poem for my young lady...... Please......" The little girl's eyes were already red, this was already the last private room, if no one was willing to write poems for Qin Ge, she really had no choice at all.

"Get out of here!" The shopkeeper of a trading house near the door immediately stood up and wanted to blow Yun'er away, seeing that Pei Xinyuan of the Supreme Commercial Bank was about to be unable to stand it, how could such a little girl ruin the atmosphere at this time?

"Slow ......"

Everyone turned their heads to look at the person who spoke, Ning Zhen smiled and said, "You see that she is about to cry, don't embarrass her, isn't it just to write a poem?" He turned his gaze to Wu Zheng opposite, "Coincidentally, the famous and talented Wu Shaogang leader in Hexi is here, if he writes a poem, it will become a good story in the future, everyone says, how about it?" ”

Wu Zheng's battle with Master Gou in the Drunken Immortal Building has long been rumored by people, but there were not too many people present at that time, and many people were hearsay. After a long time, the legend gradually changed its flavor, and people began to doubt the authenticity of the matter, after all, it is a bit unbelievable that a teenager can beat an old talent who is dozens of years old.

Even Pei Xinyuan sometimes had doubts about this, but he did not ask Wu Zheng for verification. Pairs, guessing lantern riddles, and ...... These abilities are relatively low compared to the creation of poetry. So Pei Xinyuan understood the other party's intentions in his heart, they wanted Wu Zheng to make a fool of himself here!

"No, my helper is still young, and it's really reluctant to write poems and lyrics...... Why don't you let me do it. As soon as Pei Xinyuan's words were finished, the shopkeeper Dong had already pulled Yun'er to Wu Zheng's side like a gust of wind, and diligently took the ink, paper, and inkstone from the wooden plate and put it in front of Wu Zheng.

"To get Wu Gongzi's masterpiece, that's a blessing for your young lady!" The shopkeeper Dong had a gloating expression on his face, and Yun'er also noticed that the atmosphere at the scene was a little weird, she stared at the young man in front of her who was about the same age as herself, and her heart was full of doubts, could he write it?

Wu Zheng looked at everyone present helplessly, spread his hand and said, "Uh...... Can't you do it if you don't write? ”