"This son, you are talking so strangely, the Qingqing girl has already explained the reason at the beginning, but you are stubborn." The guest sitting opposite Wuchangli spoke.

He sneered again and again, waved his sleeve robe violently, and said sharply, "Who are you?"

The guest opened the bead curtain, his narrow eyes rose slightly, and the corners of his lips hooked up with a faint smile, "Beiqing, Ouyang Heng." ”

"I didn't expect that the imperial merchants of the Northern Qing Dynasty would also come to Southern Zhou to cheer for the Qianyue girl......"

"It is rumored that this Qianyue girl smiled and fell into the city...... It is not surprising that the imperial merchants of the Northern Qing Dynasty bent their waists for it. ”

Ouyang Heng shook the folding fan in his hand gently, a few strands of broken hair fell from his forehead, and he looked at the handsome man without humility or arrogance.

"In my opinion, the business of Beiqing and Nanzhou doesn't want to continue." The handsome man turned sharply and strode back to his seat, leaving only the beaded curtains clanging.

"Master! The people on the other side are so rampant. Ouyang Heng's personal maid couldn't stand it, and her beautiful face was full of anger.

Ouyang Heng's big hand with distinct bones was raised, signaling the guards behind him who had drawn their swords to calm down, his chin was slightly raised, and the smile on the corner of his lips made people feel cold, "It's okay, the Seven Princes of the Great Zhou are really extraordinary." ”

"It's just whether this business can continue...... He didn't count. Ouyang Heng squinted, turned around and sat back in his seat.

"Master, what if this identity is exposed?" The eunuch standing behind Li He had a bitter face, his fingers trembled, his brain was running rapidly, and he was thinking about how to go back to give the emperor an errand.

Li He gritted his teeth, kept his face cold and didn't speak, his eyes kept rolling on Lan Wujiang, and he wanted to peel Lan Wujiang and cramp in his heart.

Seeing this, Yu Qingqing coughed lightly, arched his slender hand slightly, and gave the maid in the audience a look.

"The third question, please also ask the guest officers to write a poem with the moon as the theme, and the poem will be sent to the Qianyue girl's room, and the one that the Qianyue girl likes the most will win the last silk flower."

Yu Qingqing placed the silk flowers in the tray and walked around the table.

Although Lan Wujiang had already won two, if this last one could fall into his hands...... The next time I see Miss Qianyue, it will be much easier.

The literati smiled when they heard this topic, the wealthy businessman scratched his ears and cheeks when he heard this topic, and Yu Qingqing looked at Lan Wujiang with great curiosity, as if he wanted to see what quatrains Lan Wujiang could write.

Lan Wujiang was stunned, and his eyelids jumped as he looked at the pen and ink handed over by Yu Qingqing.

When her mother was alive, her family was poor, and it was rare for her to learn to write, so how could she have extra pen and ink for her to practice poetry?

At this moment, Lan Wujiang's lips pursed into a line, and in the end, only two words were left on the rice paper.

Wu Cong.

Her pseudonym......

Yu Qingqing looked at Lan Wujiang in astonishment, picked up the rice paper in disbelief, and slowly spoke, "This is the end?"

Lan Wujiang nodded solemnly, "Well, the girl can hand it over with confidence." ”

I already have two silk flowers, and this time the leader is already in the bag, so why compete with them for the limelight again?

Yu Qingqing stared at Wu Cong's words for a long time, suddenly laughed out loud, and said to Lan Wujiang secretly, "Childe really has a heart and soul with Miss Qianyue." ”

Her slender figure was far away, which made many people very curious about what Lan Wujiang wrote on the paper.

"That little boy didn't seem to have written anything just now?"

"How is that possible? If nothing is written, why is the Qingqing girl laughing? The Qingqing girl smiled, which means that this poem must be very well written! I can't imagine that this little boy is still young, but he is only five cars rich!"

Two literati whispered in the audience.