Yu Xian saw that everyone went out, and he also lifted the carriage curtain, when he saw that Zhu Huan was also holding Mingyu's hand, and Mingyu was still there still posing to help himself, Yu Xian was not pretentious, took Mingyu's hand, and felt the hand that had a callus because of martial arts, although it was rough but very powerful.

When everyone saw a hand as white as clotted fat stretched out in the carriage, they all felt that there must be a beautiful woman inside, seeing that the hand was so smooth as the skin of a newborn baby, everyone was even more determined to their thoughts, and their eyes were shining.

When they saw Yu Xian walking down, everyone saw that although Yu Xian was not a very beautiful beauty, she was quite passable, and they were a little disappointed in their hearts.

When Yu Xian's hand was on Mingyu's hand, Mingyu only felt that Yu Xian's hand was very tender, as if it would be broken when he touched it, and people couldn't help but protect it like a baby.

Yu Xian let go of Mingyu's hand, and Mingyu could clearly feel the loss in his heart at this moment.

What the hell is wrong with me, I always feel weird, do I like Yu Xian, no, there are many people who are more beautiful than Yu Xian, how can I like her.

Mingyu tried his best to ignore the feeling in his heart, and walked inside with his head, and the three people behind followed Mingyu together.

When everyone saw that the Lord of Ye Bao was coming, they all came up, complimenting the compliment, the set of relationships, the greeting of greetings, ignoring the feather and blue and bamboo illusions.

When Mingyu finished dealing with everyone, the poetry meeting was about to start, and he took a few people in.

This is a large courtyard, gathering a lot of talents and beauties in the city, there are all kinds of potted plants placed everywhere, and some trees add vitality to this, the fragrance of osmanthus wafting all over the garden, with a refreshing aroma, pavilions, rockeries, ponds and so on.

With the joy of the festival and the fighting spirit to compete with others, everyone was in high spirits at this time, waiting for the start of the poetry competition.

All the places here can be walked around at will, or you can sit in the place full of chairs to wait or watch the poetry competition, in front of all the chairs, there is a special ring built for this poetry competition, which has already sat some judges, but there are still a few vacant seats, proving that the competition has not yet begun.

After a while, the judges arrived one after another, and the poetry competition officially kicked off.

"Good evening everyone, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival poetry competition, I think everyone knows about it, and I won't say much here. As for the rules of the poetry competition, I think I still need to repeat it again, first of all, Ji Shuyu, who won the championship last year, will defend it, everyone here can come to the stage to attack, and the final winner can get the thousand-year-old guqin Mingluan. There must be no cheating or answering for others in this game, otherwise you will never be able to participate in the poetry competition. This year's judges are... Well, the following poetry competition will officially begin, this year is still the theme of the month, the country has talented people from generation to generation, I believe that everyone can make enough to make a better work than the previous year. ”

The person who spoke saw that someone below was dissatisfied, and immediately turned to it, I believe that everyone did not expect that this year's topic was the same as the previous year, although the annual poetry competition is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there are questions related to the moon, but the repeated topic has really not appeared, you must know that this is not to raise the difficulty to a level, but a step.