Mochizuki Tower, one of the top restaurants in Gangneung City.

Not only is the decoration luxurious, but also the rockery pavilion designed by the famous everyone, surrounded by four-storey high-rise buildings in the shape of the mouth, there is a cave, and it is a first-class gold cave.

Mochizuki Tower does not accept individual customers, only luxurious private rooms and courtyards to receive high-rollers who spend a lot of money.

Zhao Hengyi saw it clearly, the woman in black after the makeover jumped over the wall and entered the Moon Tower, he and Wang Erhu naturally couldn't follow the study, and walked directly to the main gate, and were stopped by the steward who was responsible for greeting guests.

"This son, our Moon Tower does not accept individual visitors, sorry, sorry!"

"It was Chang Tingluo Chang Gongzi who invited me to participate in the poetry meeting, and I came in a hurry, but I forgot to bring the invitation."

Chang Gongzi, who participated in the Furong Poetry Club that day, is also a wonderful person, I don't know whether he intends to please Fu Yin, or really hate Zhao Hengyi for boarding Wei Linglan's painting boat, during these days, he kept sending invitations to the inn and inviting Zhao Hengyi to participate in the so-called Wenhui Poetry Club.

Tonight's grand event in the whole city, Chang Gongzi did not forget Zhao Hengyi, and did send an invitation.

"Dare to ask Childe's name? The villain is going to speak for Gongzi! ”

"Zhao Hengyi."

"Zhao Gongzi will wait for a while, and the villain will go back when he goes."

In the largest flower hall in Mochizuki Tower, at this time, a group of sons and brothers drank and had fun, and with the accompaniment of musicians, it was the most popular red-sleeved girl in Gangneung City who stood in the center of the flower hall to perform dance skills.

The nominal owner of this poetry meeting, Chang Tingluo Chang Gongzi, is leading a group of rich sons to shamelessly praise the young people sitting on the main seat.

"The little prince can come to Jiangling this time, but the blessing of our gang, we have been looking forward to the little prince for a long time!"

"Exactly, if the little prince has leisure, he should come to Jiangling more often, our Lichuan Poetry Society has no little prince in charge, and the brothers feel a little weak!"

Lichuan Poetry Society is a poetry society formed by the children of rich families and eunuchs in Jiangling City, known for being good at buying literature and poetry, and is despised by serious readers, but no one knows that there is a little prince among the members of this poetry club.

"I can understand your feelings, but the mundane affairs are complicated, and you can't get out of it, it's really uncomfortable! If it weren't for something to do in the Ning Wu army this time, I wouldn't have been able to come to Jiangling. ”

The young man, known as the little prince, was full of nobility and grace, and his eyes were smiling when he spoke, but the tip of his nose was a little sharp, and his face looked somewhat gloomy.

"The little prince is busy with official business, naturally it is not comparable to these idle wastes such as me, it can make the little prince tired and indulge in a good time, and our waste snacks can be regarded as somewhat useful!"

"Yes, yes, with the little prince, we can also get some literary atmosphere, and we can make a few good poems, lest the family say every day that we don't learn and don't know how to learn!"

Gathered in this flower hall, they are all heads and faces in Jiangling City, chanting poetry may not work, but pleasing kneeling and licking and pulling relationships is everyone's hand!

What's more, before coming, everyone also spent a lot of money to prepare poems in advance, and now on the long table on the side of the flower hall, there are many papers full of words, all of which are recited by the sons of the poetry club tonight.

A maid quietly entered the flower hall, attached herself and whispered a few words in Chang Tingluo's ear, Chang Tingluo's eyes flashed, and he suddenly laughed: "Go and invite that Zhao Gongzi, we have been waiting for him for a long time!" ”

The maid only thought that Zhao Gongzi was a noble son with an extraordinary family background and good literary talents, and she didn't think much about it, and hurriedly left to convey Chang Tingluo's meaning to the steward.

"Tingluo, you are so happy, don't you have another good friend who is coming?"

Although he has been accepting the flattery of everyone, the little prince always pays attention to the reactions of everyone in the flower hall.

Chang Tingluo laughed, talked about Zhao Hengyi and Jiuhua Yulu, and carefully talked about the allusions of sloppy Taoists, focusing on the day when the Furong Poetry Meeting, Zhao Hengyi, a rich man in the countryside, was blessed to board the painting boat of the county lord of Xiangcheng.

For a while, the ghosts in the flower hall were crying and wolves howling, and everyone was rubbing their hands, tonight we must let that Zhao Hengyi be embarrassed!

At first, the little prince only listened to it as a joke, but when he heard that Zhao Hengyi had boarded the painting boat of the county lord of Xiangcheng, he immediately took the initiative to tease a few words, which made the gang even more excited!

Zhao Hengyi, who followed the steward into the Moon Tower, suddenly found that he had a fork in his mind.

Moving out of the name of Chang Tingluo, he can indeed come in in a big way, but after coming in, he has no chance to find the woman in black who is hidden in it.

Rushing at Wang Erhu behind him, Zhao Hengyi entered the largest flower hall.

"Zhao Caidong is here!"

"I wanted to invite Zhao Caidong to participate in the poetry meeting several times, but I didn't have enough face, I didn't have a chance to see him, or Brother Chang had face, and Zhao Caidong was willing to appreciate it!"

"Zhao Caidong's two poems are famous for shaking Jiangling Mansion, how can we people cling to it?"

"Yes, yes, today, the little prince is in charge, so he can invite Zhao Caidong to the meeting, there must be an amazing work on the market, and you will listen to the waste snacks!"

A group of gentlemen with guns and sticks, all of them wished that Zhao Hengyi would never be able to raise his head again after today, but the little prince in the crowd, after looking at Zhao Hengyi in shabby clothes with interest, let go of the doubts in his heart.

Such a lowly person will definitely be looked down upon by the county lord of Xiangcheng.

Zhao Hengyi frowned slightly, although he expected to be ridiculed, he didn't expect that these gentlemen would bite like wild dogs, so disregarded for their face.

"Another day, today is just a coincidence, Zhao still has some things to deal with, and he came here to specifically accuse Chang Gongzi."

Zhao Hengyi was in a hurry to get out, but the gentlemen didn't want to let him go.

"Zhao Caidong is looking down on me?"

"If there is anything to say, listen to it, the little prince is here, anything in Jiangling City can be settled for you!"

"It doesn't matter if we look down on us, but Zhao Caidong doesn't even want to give the little prince's face, it's too big, right?"

Zhao Hengyi didn't expect that in the poetry meeting held by this group of gentlemen, there would be a little prince of Laoshizi mixed in, and he regretted it for a while.

"Brothers, don't panic."

Chang Tingluo, who had wrapped up the flower hall, stood up, "You have misunderstood Zhao Caidong!" Zhao Caidong, I admire 'who has the longest pity, spring dew to autumn wind', it is really a poem written by the gods!

There are rumors in the city that these two poems were heard by Zhao Caidong from a sloppy Taoist, but I don't believe it!

It just so happened that the little prince was also present today, and Zhao Caidong should show his talent and let the villains who spread rumors in the city shut up obediently! ”

Across the Chang Tingluo, the little prince sitting in the middle of the crowd raised his wine glass and raised his glass to Zhao Hengyi, just to see a monkey juggling for himself.

Zhao Hengyi looked around the flower hall, his eyes passed through the Chang Tingluo, and fell on the maid who had just delivered a jar of wine.

The weather was getting hotter, but the maid was still wearing a thick robe...... Got it!

"In this way, Zhao will be ugly!"