Poetry Club? What's that?

Wang Chuan looked puzzled, and continued to look down patiently.

I saw that please paste the gorgeous rhetoric of hundreds of words, and talk about the time, place and so on of the poetry meeting.

Coincidentally, this place is not unfamiliar, it is the fragrance garden that I passed by when I went to Pingkangfang the night before.

At that time, Li Zhenfeng also mentioned it angrily, and scolded a bullshit genius by the way, Wang Chuan has a rare memory.

However, what did Qin Hanyang do when he gave him this?

Wang Chuan raised his head and asked puzzledly, "Helper, what does this mean?" ”

"What is written on the invitation, that's what it means." Qin Hanyang said leisurely.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan immediately understood, and immediately looked stunned, and said bitterly: "Helper, I don't know how to compose poems, it's not appropriate for me to go to this poem, right?" ”

"Relax, I didn't expect you to write a poem about Laoshizi, and it was of other use to send you there."

Qin Hanyang patted him on the shoulder and explained: "Although this is a poetry meeting, due to the current atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty, it will also compare the tea ceremony."

You are very proficient in this area, even Chu Gong is full of praise, you just need to win the tea ceremony at the poetry meeting. ”

Poetry will be better than tea...... Sounds weird.

However, thinking that the entire officialdom is popular in the tea ceremony, and sometimes he can't even get to other people's doors if he doesn't understand tea, Wang Chuan is also relieved.

The so-called learning of literature and martial arts and selling it to the emperor's family, if you can't even get to the door, how can you sell it?

A person with real skills may not be able to mix in the court, but if he is a gift-giver...... I know everything.

Qin Hanyang continued: "Other than that, you have to keep an eye on one person. ”

Wang Chuan pricked up his ears and cheered up, it was obvious that this was the real purpose of Qin Hanyang sending him to participate in the poetry meeting.

"This person's name is Lu Xuede, he is a famous talent in Chang'an, he is a literati and ink writer, in the Qinglou teahouse, and has the title of 'poetry and tea, the son of the end of the world', and many people respect him.

This time, he participated in the poetry meeting, just to win the leader of the poetry meeting, after you take the head of the tea ceremony, if there is the right time, find a way to stop him. ”

Wang Chuan secretly remembered it in his heart, slowly frowned, and asked, "Does the helper mean that I want to make trouble against this person?" ”

Hearing this, Qin Hanyang showed a strange smile with deep meaning, and said lightly: "That's right, the leader of the double path of this poetry meeting will be invited to enter the Weng Mansion afterwards, and this Lu Xuede ...... It seems to have an unclear relationship with the Nine Yin Sect.

I'm still investigating, but I'll have to do it ahead of time, just in case. ”

As soon as the words of the Nine Yin Sect came out, Wang Chuan couldn't help but widen his eyes.

It's them again...... It's endless.

Wang Chuan immediately understood the stakes, and no longer continued to ask, and was ready to go.

However, the Weng Mansion ...... What exactly decides?

The two sides have already waged many games around Weng Mansion, and even brutal bloody struggles, which are bound to involve a lot.

"Party contention...... It's scary. Wang Chuan thought to himself.

"Do a good job, this time the matter is done, since you should remember your great achievements, the Qinggang will not treat the disciple badly." Qin Hanyang got up and said.

Well? Credit? Earlier, ......

Wang Chuan immediately changed his face, showed a smile, and said respectfully: "Please rest assured, help master."

It goes without saying what credit means.

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Two more days.

At night, Chang'an is brightly lit, and the north is the most lively.

Wang Chuan, who had changed into a new dress, stepped across the door of the workshop with leisurely steps behind his back, and walked leisurely towards the Piaoxiang Garden with his hands behind his back.

Piaoxiangyuan, an official prostitute, is the official government behind it, and ordinary people not only can't afford to go, but they are not qualified to go.

Wang Chuan took out the invitation card from his arms, handed it to the janitor, and waited until his identity was checked and confirmed, and then the servant welcomed him in with a smile.

Walking all the way inside, I saw the pavilion and the rain pavilion, until I walked to a small hall by the lake, and the little guy left.

This small hall is the place where this poetry meeting was held, and there are dozens of scholars and talents in it, all of whom are full of smiles on their faces, and they are chatting warmly, and bursts of laughter will be heard from time to time.

Wang Chuan was inconspicuous, he walked into the small hall by himself, went straight to a corner with few people, and sat directly behind the desk.

There are a lot of precious melons, fruits and pastries on the table, where has Wang Chuan eaten these things?

He simply feasted on one side, his hands and mouth, and on the other side, he quietly observed the others in the small hall, looking for the main goal of the trip.

Unfortunately, there are too many people......

It didn't take long for all of a sudden, a soft and glutinous voice came from Wang Chuan's ears.

"Childe would like some tea?"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan turned his head to look, and saw a fair-skinned, tulle-clad and good-looking woman in front of him.

The woman was half-squatting, holding a pot of tea in her hand, leaning forward slightly, exposing half of her breasts.

Wang Chuan didn't squint, and after swallowing the pastry in his mouth slowly, he nodded and said, "I just need to add some tea." ”

Seeing this, the woman couldn't help but smile lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and after saying yes, she poured him tea and water.

It's so interesting.

Among those scholars and talents, which one is not a decent man and a gentleman on the surface, not close to a woman? It is only when they reach the top of the collapse that the virtues of the beasts are revealed.

She has rarely seen Wang Chuan like this, who is unabashedly talented, but she feels that she is completely different from those people, and it is very interesting.

"Childe, the tea has been added." She reminded softly.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan reluctantly looked away, then looked up at her, and asked with a smile, "I don't know what my sister's name is?" ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she gave a salute and said, "The slave family is called Ning Xiang, and the son is really a wonderful person." ”

"Oh? Sister Ning Xiang is so good at eyesight? You and I have only just met for the first time, and you actually know that I am a wonderful person? ”

Wang Chuan showed a sly smile, Ning Xiang is a prostitute by her job, where could she not hear the pun in her words?

Immediately, he glanced at him with all kinds of amorous feelings, and he was going to continue to add tea to others, so he simply sat directly beside Wang Chuan.

There were many people in the small hall who were serving left and right, so her move was not abrupt.

After sitting down, the two said some unspeakable private words, and the relationship suddenly became much closer.

Ning Xiang drank a few glasses of wine with him, opened the conversation, and sighed: "Those who are qualified to serve in front are all popular people in the park.

People are also sitting next to well-known talents, where is the turn of the slave family? ”

Hearing this, Wang Chuan took advantage of the situation and said: "I think Sister Ning Xiang is much more beautiful than them." ”

"That's natural, it's just beautiful but it doesn't work, I am inferior to others in terms of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs." Ningxiang was depressed.

Wang Chuan continued: "Sister, don't be distressed, I think there are only three people in this small hall who can really be talented." ”

"Three?"

Ning Xiang was puzzled, she pursed her lips and said: "The one on the left who is surrounded by everyone in the middle is Lu Xuede Lu Gongzi, who is known as 'Poetry and Tea, Tianya Gongzi', he can be counted as one."

The one on the right is dressed in brocade clothes, young and handsome, he is the little young master of the Qi family in Chang'an, he can compose poems at the age of three, and when he is five years old, he can memorize the four books and five classics backwards, and he has the title of "little prodigy", which can also be regarded as one.

But if it is compared to the two of them, the third person in this small hall ...... But the slave family couldn't find it. ”

Ning Xiang shook her head, but Wang Chuan took the opportunity to remember Lu Xuede, and said by the way:

"Isn't this third person far away in the sky, close in front of you?"

Hearing this, Ning Xiang's body was stunned, and he reacted to the meaning of this after a pause.

"Childe is really joking."

"What? You don't believe it? Wang Chuan turned his head and asked.

"If Childe is really a genius, then how can he sit in this corner place, I am afraid that he has been invited as a guest, and there are many people around him."

"You'll find out later." Wang Chuan said.

Seeing this, Ning Xiang's eyebrows were crooked, and she said with a smile: "Okay, well, then the slave family will also just rub off the reputation of the son, so that it will be stained." ”

said so, but she was obviously coaxing Wang Chuan and didn't believe him.

"If I'm really a talent, what are I going to do with Sister Ning Xiang?" Wang Chuan asked suddenly.

"If the son is really a great talent, then the slave family will ...... tonight Let you pick up. She leaned close to Wang Chuan's ear and gently spewed out a mouthful of fragrance.

"Haha, that's it."

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