In the situation where He Qiaoxin blushed, He Qiaoxin was unconsciously pulled to a table near the table and settled down. After bringing He Qiaoxin to his place, Qian Yuan returned to his place and sat down, signaling a woman in a green shirt at the next table to start.

The woman in the green shirt came to the stage, and after just a few words, He Qiaoxin understood the difference between women and men holding poetry meetings.

"Sisters, aunts and aunts, hello, my name is Zhang Ling, I am the youngest daughter of the British Gong Zhang Fu, I was invited to preside over this poetry meeting when I returned to Beijing this time, and everyone is welcome to participate."

After the woman who didn't listen carefully, He Qiaoxin stared at Zhang Ling non-stop, from top to bottom, Zhang Ling, who had already married a woman on the stage, also found this gaze, and her eyes glanced around, and sure enough, some sisters began to point at them and whisper something.

Qian curled up her good-looking eyelashes, this He Qiaoxin was too rude, staring at Sister Ling like this, her cheeks began to bulge.

Zhu Qizhen, who was drinking tea in the corner, squirted out a sip of tea, as the Son of Heaven, his only entertainment is every time he participates in the poetry meeting, he admires He Qiaoxin who is the same age as himself, he is a young son of heaven, He Qiaoxin is a young talent, this time it is really the right one, this He Qiaoxin really did not disappoint me.

Zhang Ling found that the strangeness around her did not affect He Qiaoxin, He Qiaoxin looked at her directly, Zhang Ling's face turned red as she spoke, Rao is she is married, and her face is a little feverish in front of so many people. But when I think of He Qiaoxin's age, I can't cry or laugh a little, and I can't say it yet, which makes it even more embarrassing.

may have been enough to observe, He Qiaoxin retracted his gaze, ate pastries and drank tea by himself, and no longer looked at Zhang Ling on the stand. On the stage, Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, this little guy didn't stare at it, thinking about it, he glanced at the young man in the corner again, and saw the young man shaking a fan and drinking tea, so he was relieved.

After another half a cup of tea, Zhang Ling walked off the high platform, and a woman of about twenty went up, reciting carefully prepared poems, and after reading, she got off the stage in a cheer, and another woman came on stage to continue reading.

Although it was a poetry meeting held by a woman, in He Qiaoxin's opinion, it was much more normal than the one held by Yu Qian before, and when I thought of it, I couldn't help but think of Yang Hong's "The Sea".

I don't know when, Qian Yuan sat next to He Qiaoxin, and when she turned her head, He Qiaoxin saw her sitting here, and couldn't help but be stunned for a while, not because she was excited and cute when she saw a beautiful woman, but she was shocked that a ten-year-old girl who was not fully developed would be so familiar.

Qian Yuanxuan thought that she was charming, and the little girl was very arrogant for a while, and under He Qiaoxin's gaze, she deliberately shook her hair that was not very long.

He Qiaoxin couldn't help but laugh, turned his head over, and as soon as he turned back, he saw a gaze staring at him, not Zhang Ling or who, seeing that he was discovered, Zhang Ling hurriedly turned his head to the table, He Qiaoxin only reacted at this time, it seems that people have misunderstood something, it is true that he likes beautiful women, but for He Qiaoxin, who has not grown up, he has not yet reached the age of liking beautiful women, and he Qiaoxin has probably thought it in the past few years, but as everyone knows, marriage in this era is relatively early.

There was the sound of money curling in my ears.

"He Gongzi, do you have any masterpieces to read on stage today?"

Turning his head again, He Qiaoxin said expressionlessly: "Miss Qian, I've disappointed you, the student doesn't have any poetry works today." ”

Qian Yuan's face was a little lost, and he replied: "Oh! All right. ”

He Qiaoxin looked at Qian Yuan's lonely expression, and suddenly remembered his sister and child in his previous life, every time he was refused to play with him, he was this expression, looking at Qian Yuanyuan, he couldn't help but say: "That seems to have suddenly been inspired..."

Sure enough, Qian curled up in color and looked relaxed, and it could be seen that he was really happy, just like a child getting a new toy.

Time passed minute by minute, and Qian Yuanyuan also came to the stage to read his work, revealing between the lines the taste of endless thoughts and love, but in He Qiaoxin's view, Qian Yuanyuan's poem lacked a soul and was destined not to be passed on to the world.

In He Qiaoxin's view, the poems that can be passed down for centuries and can be famous throughout the ages are all handed down by poets and lyricists with rich experience and vision, Qian Yuanyuan is just a little girl, and her age is not suitable for making great love poems, which is not about writing, let alone talent.

After Qian Yuan finished reading, there was another burst of applause, raised his hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and pointed at He Qiaoxin and said: "Everyone, today I am fortunate to invite the famous genius He Qiaoxin He Gongzi to participate in our poetry meeting, He Gongzi is a real literary person, and today He Gongzi also brings you a poem about love." ”

Just now, Qian Yuanyuan asked He Qiaoxin what poems he wrote, and He Qiaoxin told her words that fit today's theme.

She took the lead in applauding, invited He Qiaoxin to come to the stage, for a while applause and discussion came one after another, He Qiaoxin slowly walked on the stage, after a year, once again walked on the four-story high platform of Wenhua Pavilion, while walking and thinking, after the poetry meeting, you have to use the heat to strike while the iron is hot, and then make a lot of money.

When he came to the stage, he could vaguely hear the chaotic discussion below in his ears, what is he He Qiaoxin, isn't this a little brat, and what made He Qiaoxin's cheeks twitch What do you say this little fart kid is not big or not, and he shook his head in his heart, this is a terrible woman.

"A cut of plum and rain hit the pear blossom and closed the door deeply

The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door.

Lonely youth, vain youth.

Whoever is happy to enjoy it.

Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

Sorrowful eyebrows are gathered all day long.

Thousands of marks, 10,000 marks.

Dawn looks at the sky and twilight looks at the clouds.

Walk and think, sit and think. ”

The moment He Qiao's new voice came out, the four-layer Ya Que was silent in an instant, and after about half a cup of tea, the applause sounded, this time, it was far more shocking than the last time, the woman's voice was generally more penetrating, and the shouts of the entire Wenhua Pavilion continued for a long time.

At this time, He Qiaoxin found that the young man sitting in the corner didn't know when he had left, looking at the fiery eyes of the women around him after listening to Tang Bohu's words, in the scorching gaze, He Qiaoxin quietly walked to the staircase, He Qiaoxin knew that if he didn't leave, he might be eaten, and it would be difficult to leave.

glanced back, and saw Qian Qian who was grimacing at him, He Qiaoxin couldn't help but wonder, she was really an interesting little girl.

When I walked to the second floor, I heard shouts coming from upstairs.

"What about He Gongzi? The slave family still wants to invite him over to eat and drink? ”

"That's right, where is Gongzi He, our young lady still wants to ask him..."

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trotted out of Wenhua Pavilion, seeing that no one chased him out, He Qiaoxin breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly shouted in his heart that it was dangerous, and his father at home was uncomfortable by his mother Xu, and he deeply realized that the woman outside was crazy enough.

Back in He Mansion, He Qiaoxin didn't go out for a few days, not because he didn't go out, but because he didn't dare to go out. Outside the gate of Hefu, since I came back from Wenhua Pavilion that day, there are always young ladies, women, etc., passing by the gate of Hefu, and there are even maids who seem to be getting lost outside Hefu.

Every day, the famous ladies of various provinces send greetings and invitations to invite He Qiaoxin to come to the house to eat and go to the banquet, He Qiaoxin has replied to these posts, saying that he has been unwell recently and cannot participate, thank you for the invitation.

He Fu, He Qiaofu is already in the water town of Jiangnan, and there is no way to know about this matter, but according to the popularity of this song, in a few days, He Qiaofu and the young ladies of Jiangnan, the deep resentment women and the literati will also know this song that has exploded in the capital.

The latest issue of Daming Times has been printed, which is only waiting for the official sale tomorrow, and this time it has been printed more than five times, which is the first time He Qiaoxin made instructions after he came back, and then closed the door.

In the past few days, the women outside the door and what He Qiaoxin did that day, the eldest young master of He Mansion already knew, and at a certain lunch, he also said to He Qiaoxin in front of Xu and He Wenyuan: "Let's ghostwrite a poem for the eldest brother another day, the eldest brother also wants to be noticed by these young ladies and ladies." ”

He Qiaoxin looked up at his stiff father and mother, and replied to He Zhong: "No problem, it's a trivial matter." ”

The family looked at He Zhong neatly, He Zhong really showed an obsessive look, He Qiaoxin then remembered that the eldest brother is already eighteen, and there is no lady yet, in this era, eighteen is not married, and it is indeed a little late.

Xu looked at He Zhong, with a look of guilt on his face, he has paid too much attention to his third son in the past few years, and has neglected the eldest son and second son, this mother is indeed negligent.

He Wenyuan was embarrassed, someone told him about the matchmaker a year ago, he didn't care about it at the time, and only then did he react, the eldest son is eighteen years old.

A meal is hastily finished like this, and then He Qiaoxin continues to reply every day, practicing calligraphy in his room in his spare time, and there will be autumn in the second half of the year, and he can become a lifter after passing the exam, so that it is more convenient to do business.

After a few more days, the greetings and invitations received by He Fu were still not less, and He Qiaoxin found that even Tongxian near the capital and even further away in the Gyeonggi area had sent the greetings, of course, most of them were named and surnamed Qianjin Miss.

On the eighth day of the women's poetry meeting, an invitation was picked out separately, for no other reason, this invitation has handwriting that He Qiaoxin is familiar with, and the invitation also has a faint fragrance, it is no one else, it is Zhang Ling's invitation.

Holding the invitation in his hand, He Qiaoxin was a little entangled, Zhang Ling is only twenty-three years old this year, which is the beginning of the peak of women's beauty, if it is the twenty-first century, He Qiaoxin may not say a word and be invited to the meeting, but in the Ming Dynasty, it is still not good to go to a married woman's invitation by himself.

After thinking for a while, He Qiaoxin slapped his forehead, he is now a ten-year-old child, it is useless to have the courage and heart, he looked at the time on the invitation, and before sunset in the afternoon, he hurriedly called someone in to prepare a gift.

In the blink of an eye, He Qiaoxin slipped out of the back door of He Mansion with a gift, and when he saw that there was no one, he quickly stabilized the sword on his waist, carried the gift, and trotted away into the distance.

After walking for half an hour, He Qiaoxin's body was a little sweaty, and then he saw the British Mansion, Zhang Ling was the youngest daughter of the British Duke Zhang Fu, married to Mu Bin of Mu Wangfu.

Came to the gate, handed over the invitation, and in the surprise of the people at the door, quietly waited for the answer of the people who went to report inside.

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