Qi Jingxing shook his head, "In this poetry club, literati and beauties are all mutually chosen, and there are many who board the ship alone, aren't they?"

"That's right."

For example, the piano lady, and the flute-playing Hou Gongzi.

At this time, when the song was over, everyone coaxed the two to do another song, but the Qin Niang just smiled, and then proposed to compose a poem with this song first, and if anyone could make a poem that satisfied everyone, she would play another song.

For a while, many literati pondered and meditated, and each began to chant poems against each other, racking their brains to depict the song just now.

But for a long time, there were no words that were too impressive.

Although Qi Jingxing's two-person boat is also close, because of the dim lighting, it looks extremely low-key among the many painting boats, and even makes people a little unable to see clearly.

Therefore, the two mingled with peace of mind, and no one coaxed them to compose poems as well.

At this time, the man who wanted to invite Shen Youqiu to cruise in the morning also stood up, shaking his head and chanting the words he had made.

But as soon as he said a few words, everyone had just stolen their eyes, and when he was enjoying the brilliance of the crowd, he suddenly felt a huge force behind him.

With a pop, he was kicked off the boat and fell neatly into the water.

"Ah, help, help!"

"I, I don't know water!"

"Goo Dong Goo Dong ......"

This is true, everyone's eyes were attracted, and everyone hurried to salvage the man, and the painting boat where he was originally located didn't know where to run at this time while the night was dark.

Shen Youqiu saw this scene clearly, and immediately laughed.

"This girl has a character!"

She looked back at Qi Jingxing, raised her eyebrows, and said, "I like it!"

That Hou Gongzi's boat was very close to the man who fell into the water, and their painting boat was large and there were many people, which was the main salvage force.

Everyone looked over nervously, and Qi Jingxing also glanced at that side casually, but at this glance, his gaze was fixed.

Just now, when one of the so-called Hou Gongzi's attendants salvaged people, he lifted his sleeve and seemed to have a scar on his arm that seemed familiar to him.

Two days ago, they pursued the "scholar", and after that, several confusing "scholars" appeared, deliberately distracting their vision, causing them to finally chase down the real scholar.

And one of the "scholars" was wounded in the arm by one of his guards when he fled.

The guard's weapon was a special one, an iron hook with three sharp claws, and the guy had three heavy scars on his arm that day.

And that vague glance just now instantly reminded him of the scar.

Although the distance is far away, and it is not very real, Qi Jingxing has deep suspicions in his heart.

He stood in the dark, staring at the Hou Gongzi standing at the bow of the boat, his eyes wandering.

Then, he turned to look at the secret guard behind him, and commanded softly, "Keep an eye on that Hou Gongzi, as well as several of his servants, especially the second person on the right side of the painting boat who is holding a bamboo pole to salvage people, be sure to keep an eye on him."

"This time, no one can be allowed to escape!"

"Yes!"

Shen Youqiu turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Have you found the person you are looking for?"

"I'm not sure yet, but there's basically nothing wrong with that."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the bustling painting boat, his expression solemn.

Shen Youqiu also looked over.

At this time, she saw the appearance of the Hou Gongzi clearly, and he was indeed handsome, but looking at his pretended warm gaze, and the gaze that looked towards the piano lady from time to time, she always felt that her heart was echoing.

But I can't say anything too obvious.

At this time, the guy who fell into the water was finally salvaged and temporarily placed on Hou Gongzi's painting boat.

And the poetry meeting was also interrupted, and the Hou Gongzi continued to blow a song

At the same time, the sound of the piano, the sound of the drums, and even the whistle appeared on many of the surrounding boats, and for a while, all kinds of sounds on the lake surfaces were mixed together, but they did not appear chaotic.

However, no matter how many kinds of sounds there are, the flute of the Hou Gongzi firmly occupies the most obvious position, and everyone else responds to his voice.

Slowly, some voices began to fail to keep up, so they gave up Yinghe, and the voices became less and less, and in the end, only a few voices were still following.

But although there are fewer sounds, the sound of the remaining pieces of music is more and more pure and beautiful, and it is like fairy music to the human ear.

The crowd looked at the people who were playing with admiration. Z.br>

"It's Chen Gongzi, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Chen Gongzi's hand drum is really amazing, I always feel like the drum is beating in my heart."

"This harp is not bad, do you know this girl? I look at it."

"It's from the Printing Building, it seems that she is still a newcomer, but looking at her posture and appearance, as well as her good skills, she will definitely become famous after today."

"Hehe, why didn't Qin Niang make a move, if she made a move, I'm afraid all these voices would be suppressed."

"Why should the Qin Lady compete with them, she must always give others a day to come ahead."

Everyone was excited to talk about it, Shen Youqiu wanted to hear more about that Hou Gongzi, but not many people talked about him, but those women were more likely to attract other people's discussions.

At this time, in the darkness, more and more boats are slowly and silently approaching the center of the lake, like monsters lurking in the dark, slowly surrounding the purple and red painting boat in the middle.

At this moment, in the middle of the boat.

The man who fell into the water wiped the water vigorously with a towel, and cursed the woman who kicked him into the water with a grim face.

"Childe doesn't have to be so angry, today is a good day, it's better to clean up your mood and chant poetry with our son!"

An attendant approached.

He just threw away the bamboo pole that had been salvaged up, brought him a bowl of hot tea, put it in front of him, and said, "Childe, drink a bowl of hot tea to warm up."

"Thank you!"

The man who fell into the water quickly smiled gratefully, then threw the towel that wiped the water to the side casually, picked up the tea and began to drink it in a big gulp.

The attendant picked up the towel and quietly pulled out a very small note from under the towel from an angle that no one could see.

After that, he quietly stuffed the note into his sleeve, pretended that nothing had happened, and slowly exited the room.