Yue Pengzhai went to a desk, picked a brush on the pen stand, and after being stained with ink, he hovered the tip of the pen on the rice paper, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and suddenly opened it and sighed softly.

"Ahh Ouch..."

After drinking, Yue Pengzhai will move the pen like flying, and the brush brush will be completed overnight.

A poem is done.

Xu Jingchuan and Kou Yucheng, the two editors of the Hanlin Academy who were invited to sit in the poetry club, consciously fulfilled their duties, walked over to dry the ink on the rice paper with the poems, and then took them in their hands and read them.

Rong Fei doesn't understand poetry and is not very interested, so he can't tell whether the poem written by Yue Pengzhai is good or bad, but judging from the expressions of Xu Kou and the two Han Lindi, it should be not bad.

Sure enough, when Xu Jingchuan finished reciting the poem, many women's belongings such as silk handkerchiefs, hair flowers, and clips were thrown down from all floors along with cheers.

Steward Liu had already arranged for the maid and the turtle to be responsible for collecting these items, and after counting, the quantity was marked on the flower board.

At this time, Yue Pengzhai's name and the title of the poem were already written on the first line of the flower board, and the number of support received was recorded at the back.

Three hundred and fourteen.

This support is not low, and it can be regarded as a good start for Ren Jinhan's side.

Seeing this, Yue Pengzhai's face was even more arrogant, and he looked at Rong Fei, wanting to provoke with his eyes.

But who knew that Rong Fei was yawning, and Yue Pengzhai snorted coldly.

"Rong Zhutou, I've made a song here, it's your turn."

Ren Jinhan Chao Rongfei said.

"Oh~"

Rong Fei's yawn wasn't over yet.

After yawning, Rong Fei waved his hand.

"You go on, I'm not in a hurry."

"Uh... It's okay, if you think about it, you shouldn't have thought it through yet, so think about it more."

Since Rong Fei has been invited, Ren Jinhan is not worried that he will regret it. And this kind of thing is really about finding feelings, if you repeatedly force it, it will appear that you have ulterior motives, and deliberately disrupt Rong Fei's train of thought, so he smiled and beckoned to send his second person to appear.

In fact, most of the people who participated in the poetry meeting had already written their poems in advance. When I arrived at the poetry meeting, I performed pretentiously, and then pretended to be suddenly inspired, and wrote out the poems that had been carved countless times in advance, and insisted that they were played on the spot, in order to show my quick wit and profound accumulation.

This kind of thing is well known to the people who attended the meeting, but no one broke it, just because it was the same when it was their turn.

It's convenient for you to be with others, and it's convenient for yourself.

Soon, the second person on Ren Jinhan's side also made a poem, which still won the applause of the audience, but the support he received was slightly lower than that of Yue Pengzhai, who was the first to appear.

Ren Jinhan asked Rong Fei if he could start writing poetry as usual, but Rong Fei still said listlessly.

"Sumire, the surname Rong shouldn't want to regret it, or run away while no one is paying attention. No, I'll have to arrange for someone to guard the gate."

Fan Jian whispered in Ren Jianhan's ear.

"Don't worry, he won't dare. Otherwise, you're pushing Rue into the mire."

Ren Jinhan replied confidently.

"The surname Rong and Rue Xiang are just Pingshui, how can you be sure that he can't do it? Also, if the surnamed Rong really runs away after a while, you won't really want to take rue incense to get angry."

Fan Jian asked with some concern.

"What, you can't bear it?"

Ren Jinhan asked in a playful tone.

"Hmm... Rue Xiang is Chang Huaien's person after all, so it's best not to provoke it."

"Humph! What is there to be afraid of a fool who does not learn and has no skills."

In the blink of an eye, almost half an hour has passed, and Ren Jinhan has already made eleven poems and four words, and Rong Fei is still the tireless old saying.

"Go on, I'm not in a hurry!"

The real good stuff has to be the finale.

Ren Jianhan, who was very deep in the city, was also a little unbearable at this time, his face was pale, and his eyes glared at Rong Fei fiercely for a long time, and then he commanded Fan Jian.

"Send more manpower to block all exits, and never give Rong Fei a chance to escape."

"Hehe, I've already arranged it, don't worry!"

Fan Jian said proudly.

After that, he looked at Rong Fei, and when he saw that he looked drowsy, he couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

"Pretend!"

The more calm Rong Fei behaved at this time, the more likely it was that Fan Jian, Ren Jinhan and others would regret and run away.

"Good, good! Wonderful! is worthy of Zhang Liulang, who is a poet in Kyoto, as soon as this poem comes out, I am afraid that no one in Kyoto will dare to write poetry within half a year, hahahaha." z.br>

With a poem written by Zhang Liulang, a great genius from Kyoto who appeared in the finale on Ren Jinhan's side, the atmosphere in the building reached a climax, and countless women's small belongings were thrown down from the verandah on the sixth floor, as if it were raining.

The turtle maids in charge of picking up and counting in the patio were almost buried.

After being busy for a while, Zhang Liulang finally counted the things he had received, totaling 1,403, ranking first with a score of more than 500 far exceeding the second place.

Looking at the women's silk handkerchiefs, ornaments and other things piled up into several hills under the flower list card, Ren Jinhan and Fan Jian's faces showed a smile of victory.

The Golden Wind Drizzle Building has a total of six floors, and the first floor is only used for food and banquets, and there are no separate rooms.

Since the second floor, there have been elegant rooms next to each other, and in each elegant room there is a charming and demanding woman.

Although he has not specifically checked the number, Ren Jinhan estimates that the girls in the building should be about 300.

A total of 36 people appeared on his side and composed 36 poems, of course, Zhang Liulang who received the most support, the least was in his early 100s, and the rest ranged from 200 to 7800.

More than 300 dust girls, plus more than 100 maids, a total of 400 women.

According to each woman's silk handkerchief and five or six worthless hair accessories, the total number of objects that can be used to support is about 3,000.

The total number of support that your thirty-six people have now received is almost that.

Sweeping towards the verandahs on each floor, every woman I saw had their hair in a bun that was bare and devoid of ornaments.

Rong Fei, Rong Fei, this son kindly reminded you before.

Now that the woman in the building has nothing to come out of, even if you are lucky enough to make a good poem, what can you do, it's not the same to lose.

Hahahahaha!

"Rong Zhutou, the poems on our side have been completed. You can't postpone it any longer this time."

Ren Jinhan deliberately raised his voice and shouted.

"Ahh Oooh... It's already done, so fast."

Rong Fei woke up from the confused state of his eyes and said.

Rong Fei doesn't know poetry, and he doesn't like poetry very much, and he didn't recite the entire 300 Tang poems and Song poems in order to pass through rebirth.

However, thanks to the nine-year compulsory education and the college entrance examination.

If you want to go home after the exam and not be slapped by your dad with a belt, if you want to get a graduation certificate smoothly, if you want to be admitted to university...

I can still recite dozens of poems that must be archaeological.

However, after all, so many years have passed since the college entrance examination, and Rong Fei has almost forgotten it.

It seemed to be stunned just now, but in fact, he was trying to remember.

At this time, the eyes of everyone upstairs and downstairs were focused on Rong Fei, in fact, not only Ren Jinhan and his party guessed that Rong Fei might regret running away, but even the guests and dust girls in the building, most of them also had this idea.

Just because Ren Jianhan asked Rong Fei thirty-five times in a row if he could start composing poems, Rong Fei refused without a word.

Once or twice, everyone will think that Rongfei is looking for inspiration.

After more than 30 times, everyone understood

Now, this guy is just a scoundrel.

So now everyone is just waiting to see Rong Fei's jokes.

It is said that the fast catchers of the Immortal Division are all monks and can fly to the sky. This Rong Fei, as the head catcher of the Immortal Division, must be even more skilled. I don't think I'll fly straight out of the patio for a while.

Haha, it would be interesting if that were the case.

Finally, in the expectation of the people used, Rong Fei made a move.

However, it was not a strange scene such as breaking through the patio and soaring, nor did he go back on his word and play a scoundrel, but pointed to the paper and pen on the table in front of him and said loudly.

"Rong's handwriting is unbearable, so I won't take it out to defile your eyes. I dare to ask who would like to write for Rong."

"The little woman would like to write for the adults."

A melodious voice came from the verandah on the second floor.

When everyone heard the voice, they saw that the crowd crowded at the staircase on the second floor dispersed like a tide, revealing a beautiful woman in a pale blue skirt walking down with a smile on her face.

"It's Rue Girl!"

Oiran appeared, and the atmosphere in the entire building reached a climax in an instant.

"Hah! That's going to be a problem for Miss Rue."

Rong Fei made a gesture of please towards the table and laughed.

"It's a little girl's honor to be able to write for adults."

Rue Xiang walked in front of Rong Fei and bowed slightly.

Then he took advantage of the brief opportunity when his body blocked everyone's sight, and secretly stuffed a folded piece of paper into Rong Fei's hand.

Rong Fei was slightly stunned, and then immediately understood what Rue Xiang meant.

Oh! Hand the cheat sheet.

I'm worried that I'll fail the exam.

Seeing Rong Fei's expression, Rue Xiang knew that Rong Fei had understood what he meant, and her heart suddenly calmed down.

The paper that had just been stuffed into Rong Fei's hand did have a few poems written on it, all of which were written by Ruexiang.

Although it can't compare to any of Zhang Liulang's songs, it is not much worse than the rest of the people's works, and it can more or less save Rong Fei's face.

In addition, Rue Xiang also asked the personal maid to contact a few sisters who had a good relationship on weekdays, and then these sisters contacted the other dust girls in the building, so that everyone could find out everything in the room that could be used as support, so that Rong Fei could win.

Afterwards, Rue Xiang will pay compensation out of her own pocket.

Everything has been arranged, Rong Fei seems to understand what he means, Rue Xiang is determined, and walks to the table in a hurry, dipping the brush in ink to make a gesture of being ready to write at any time.

"Oh yes..."

Rue Xiang suddenly remembered something, Chao Rongfei asked.

"Your Excellency has been standing for a long time, why don't you go and make it easier first?"

In front of everyone's eyes, a woman asking a man if he wants to go is undoubtedly a very embarrassing scene.

But Rue Xiang would rather show her face and give Rong Fei the opportunity to peek at the cheat sheet.

Ren Jinhan, who had been watching coldly, realized that something was wrong and was about to stop it, but Rong Fei laughed.

"Hahaha, Miss Rue Xiang is thoughtful, but Rong is fine. It's been too long, so let's get started. Rong first chanted a song "Silent Night Thoughts" to warm up."

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground..."