Wei Chen climbed the ladder from the ferry, and saw the eaves on the painting boat and walked the pavilion, the jade fence was built, and the lanterns were colorful, and it was very lively.

The so-called Painting Boat Poetry Club is not just one painting boat, but is composed of more than ten large painting boats.

More than 10 painting boats are moored in one place, connected to each other by covered bridges, and combined into a wide venue like flat ground.

"It is worthy of being a grand event in Yangzhou, and it is really prosperous."

Wei Chen was sighing, and a middle-aged man who looked like a steward led two young men in Tsing Yi forward, and the steward respectfully hugged his fists and said, "Dare to ask Son, which poetry club is the talent?" ”

Poetry Society?

Wei Chen was slightly stunned, only to feel confused.

"Begonia Poetry Society, he is from the Begonia Poetry Society!"

Behind Wei Chen, Sheng Changfeng climbed up panting, pointed at Wei Chen, and then pointed at Sheng Changbai beside him: "We are all from the Begonia Poetry Society!" ”

"Begonia Poetry Society?"

The steward frowned, and secretly muttered in his heart: Yangzhou Eight County School, One House School, and dozens of large and small poetry clubs, why have I never heard of this Begonia Poetry Society?

The little guy on the side hurriedly reminded: "This Begonia Poetry Society is run by the little sons of several adults in the city, and these sons are ......."

The little guy paused, glanced at Sheng Changfeng, and said in a low voice: "These sons have never gone to school. ”

In fact, there is still a word that this little guy has not said, that is, the main members of the Begonia Poetry Society, although they are all the children of the official eunuchs in Yangzhou City, they are not taken seriously.

The steward is also a very discerning person, and he already knows it in his heart when he hears the words.

No wonder he hasn't heard of this Begonia Poetry Society, it turns out that this poetry club doesn't even have a serious student, it's just the product of a few half-grown sons and sisters who are entertaining themselves behind closed doors, such a poetry club, where can the taste and style be high?

But......

The steward looked at Sheng Changbai and Wei Chen beside Sheng Changfeng again, these two people were not very old, but they were indeed dressed as freshmen.

Are they really members of the Begonia Poetry Society?

The steward was puzzled, but he didn't ask too much, and immediately asked the little guy to lead Wei Chen and the three of them to the private room where the Begonia Poetry Society was located.

On the way, Sheng Changbai looked at Sheng Changfeng beside him, his face was not good, and he whispered: "Third brother, when did Xingyun and I become members of your Begonia Poetry Society, why don't we know ourselves?" ”

Sheng Changfeng smiled: "Second brother, don't you know, this painting boat poetry club is different from other places, it is a collective competition of the poetry club, balabala......"

After listening to Sheng Changfeng's explanation, Sheng Changbai and Wei Chen both suddenly realized that this painting boat poetry meeting was not an individual competition, but a team competition.

Sheng Changfeng said very proudly: "The current poetry club is not easy to join, if you want to join the club, you have to investigate for ten days and half a month, fortunately, I am one of the three vice presidents of the Begonia Poetry Society, so I can specially approve you to join the club temporarily." ”

"So, Xingyun and I have to thank you for accepting it?"

Sheng Changbai glared at Sheng Changfeng angrily, he had rarely paid attention to the news of the poetry club before, and he really didn't know that he had to join the poetry club to go to the meeting, so he was put on the table by his younger brother.

"Hey, whatever thank you you say, it's all your own family." Sheng Changfeng waved his small hand, and the end was cloudy and light, chic and heroic.

Sheng Changbai laughed angrily, stretched out his slap, and made a gesture to call at Sheng Changfeng's head, Sheng Changfeng hurriedly dodged, still smiling on his face.

Sheng Changbai could only sigh helplessly.

Wei Chen didn't care about this, but asked with interest: "Changfeng, you just said that you are one of the three vice presidents of the Begonia Poetry Society, and there are three vice presidents alone, it seems that the scale of this poetry club is not small, how many people have you come to this poetry meeting?" ”

"Eh, this ......" Sheng Changfeng's gaze was a little evasive, but he just prevaricated vigorously: "Oh, you'll know when you get to the place." ”

The venue of the poetry meeting is composed of a number of large painting boats, each of which has two or three floors, with many scattered seats arranged on the first deck, and private rooms on the second and third floors, each separated by a screen.

Wei Chen and the three of them followed the little guy in Tsing Yi upstairs and walked into a private room in the corner.

When I stepped in, I saw a table of eight immortals in front of me, on which there were a lot of snacks to eat, and three young men in brocade clothes sat on the table.

Seeing Sheng Changfeng coming in, the three teenagers all waved excitedly: "Changfeng, here!" ”

Sheng Changfeng greeted the three of them, and said to the leader: "President, I have invited my second brother and the elder brother of the Wei family to make a strong presence for our Begonia Poetry Society!" ”

"These two are the famous Sheng Zecheng and Wei Xingyun?"

The president of the Begonia Poetry Society was about the same age as Sheng Changfeng, and when he heard the names of Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai, he stood up on the ground, rubbed his hands and stepped forward a little nervously: "I have long admired the two big names, and I am in Hanyuan, and I am the president of the Begonia Poetry Society." ”

The other two also got up to introduce themselves: "In Xia Wang Zhang, he is the vice president of the Begonia Poetry Society. ”

"In Xia Lu Zhe, he is also the vice president."

Looking at the three little ones in front of them, Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai glanced at each other suspiciously, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What about the other members of your poetry club?" ”

Han Yuan coughed dryly, his face was embarrassed, Wang Zhang and Lu Zhe's faces were slightly red, and they were also weak in their hearts.

Sheng Changfeng gritted his teeth, and simply broke the jar: "Our Begonia Poetry Society, plus the two of you who have joined the new joining, a total of six people, are all here." ”

Wei Chen almost vomited blood when he heard this, there is only one president of your poetry club, three vice presidents, and there is no ordinary member below!

Sheng Changbai also pondered at this time, and dared to love Sheng Changfeng and begged Bai Lai to pull him and Wei Chen to the poetry club, just to fool them into being free thugs for the Begonia Poetry Club.

Thinking of this, Sheng Changbai glared at Sheng Changfeng angrily at the moment, Sheng Changfeng drooped his head like a child who had done something wrong, and didn't dare to say a word.

Sheng Changbai is tepid on weekdays, but once he launches a surge, his aura is terrifyingly strong.

President Han and the other two vice presidents were trembling with fright, and they were nervous, for fear that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai would be angry and walk away.

"Alas......"

There was silence in the private room for a while, and Wei Chen suddenly sighed and broke the silence.

He looked at President Han, who was shrunk aside like a chicken, and said warmly: "Wei has just arrived, and I asked President Han to tell Wei about the specific process of this poetry meeting. ”

Sheng Changbai was quite surprised when he heard Wei Chen say this, but after thinking about it, he quickly understood what Wei Chen meant, and his face softened slightly.

Sheng Changfeng was pardoned, and quickly glanced at President Han, and President Han also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai still want to participate in the poetry meeting, as long as these two people can be left, the Begonia Poetry Society will definitely be able to make a splash at the poetry meeting!

President Han and the three vice presidents glanced at each other, and they all saw the excitement in each other's eyes that could not be concealed.

"Ahem!"

President Han took a step forward, cleared his throat and said: "In fact, at the beginning of the establishment of the Painting Boat Poetry Club, there was no fixed form, but slowly, many people found that they could become famous with the help of the Poetry Club, so they began to fight in secret, and there were even cases of buying and selling poems. ”

"Sectarian Zhao is Mr. Zhao Luosheng." Sheng Changfeng on the side added: "Mr. Zhao is a master of the literary world in Yangzhou, and he is also one of the judges of the Painting Boat Poetry Club, everyone is very convinced of him, and the rules he formulated have continued." ”