"Dare to ask Your Excellency, but is it Xiao Gongzi?"

I saw a woman in white walking slowly from the courtyard to the door, although her face was not as good as Xiao Xinyi, but she was also a stunner in the world, especially the pattern on her chest, which was one point bigger than Queen Zhang's.

"Oh, right down, this girl is..."

"The slave maid is the maid next to Hongling, and the son calls me a dream."

"Then why haven't I seen you, I remember that Hongling's maid is not Dongmei?"

"Dongmei has something at home, she has returned to her hometown, and the slave maid just came a few days ago."

"So that's the case, it's a pity, it's a pity, such a beauty, how can I not touch it, if I had come a few days earlier, maybe the dream girl would have been in this son's mansion now."

"Childe said with a smile, the slave and maid are already grateful to be taken in by Hongzhaoyuan, how can they climb the gate of the Xiao family."

"That's why this son will say it's a pity."

"Childe don't make fun of the slave and maid anymore, the poetry conference is about to start, and please follow the slave and maid to the attic."

"Yes, we can't delay business."

Xiao Huaiyi was not amused, and hurriedly stepped forward, Zhao Rang also recovered from the two evil patterns of the dream, swallowed a big mouthful of saliva and hurriedly said:

"Big ...... Dream girl, and me. ”

"Zhao Gongzi, please."

Xiao Huaiyi and Zhao asked you to squeeze me to carry it, scrambling to follow behind Youmeng.

The three of them followed the Dream Girl across the arched bridge to the other side of the Twilight River, and before they could enjoy the scenery, they were taken to the top floor.

This building is called Red Sleeves, with a total height of five floors, the first floor is a restaurant, the second floor is a teahouse, the third floor is a prostitution, the fourth floor is a hotel, and the fifth floor has nothing.

I thought that the top floor would be lively, but it was suddenly quiet, quieter than the hotel downstairs.

There are about 500 people here, and the seats are neatly and orderly, with a hall in the middle, seven rows on each side of the east and west, and each seat has a table in front of it, on which some small drinks and snacks are placed, and the seats are futons wrapped in brocade silk.

Zhou Qi and Xiao Huaiyi were taken to the back row to sit late, and the two of them didn't complain anything.

"Sister-in-law, how many of these people can you know?"

"Who can I know, I have hardly been out, or the second brother will come and hear it."

"The first row in the east is Wang Yue, the prince of Wang Shi, the secretary of the Ministry of War, this person has some skills, he is familiar with the history of the art of war, proficient in calligraphy and music, and is a talented man who is both civil and military, of course, slightly inferior to your second brother."

"To his right is Fang Yuan, the son of Fang Lin, the servant of the Ministry of Officials, in the second row..."

Zhou Qi listened carefully to Xiao Huaiyi's explanation, and of course his last sentence was automatically filtered out.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a woman in purple dressed in a slightly revealing dress moved to the center of the stands, drawing a burst of cheers from the audience.

This woman is about twenty-five or sixteen, her appearance is beautiful and beautiful, most of the two groups are exposed, the small short skirt of the lower body barely wraps the buttocks, the straight and slender jade legs are bright and dazzling, a pair of eyes are extremely flexible, I saw her purse her lips and smile and said:

"You have been waiting for a long time, the little woman's name is Youlan, I sincerely invite you to come to the cold building, today by Youlan to preside over the poetry meeting, if there is no good hospitality, please forgive me!"

Then Youlan bowed down, her heart was invisible, and the two groups seemed to jump out.

"Good, good, good."

"Where's the Rouge girl, where is she? We're going to see Miss Roulet. ”

A man stood up and said with a little dissatisfaction.

"Childe, don't worry, Miss Hongling is preparing a song for you backstage, and I will present a few songs for you at that time."

Youlan said unhurriedly.

The audience cheered again, and then slowly fell silent.

"This conference has two questions like last year, the first is poetry, and the theme is the same as last year, and the theme is the same as last year, and the theme is to compose poems based on the vision of the day of the Dongyang Festival."

"The second question is poetry and lyrics, which have no theme, but need to be played with musical instruments."

"The son who won the first place in each of the two topics can create poems and compose music with Miss Hongling for one night."

A beautiful sound like the chirping of a yellow warbler resounded in the building.

As soon as Youlan finished speaking, there were people below who couldn't sit still.

"I'll come first, I can't wait for a long time, I've been preparing for this conference for a year, and tonight will definitely be favored by Miss Hongling."

A man was the first to stand up and said confidently.

"There are so many people, why did you come first, how old are you?"

"I'm the nephew of Tobe Shirou, who are you?"

"You... You're amazing, you're high. ”

"Isn't there an order for Miss Roulin?"

"Of course, there is an order, that is, the order in which everyone enters, and it is also the order of the seats, Miss Hongling said, whoever arrives earlier first, who is more sincere and the highest, of course we treat each other with sincerity, what do you think of Miss Hongling's arrangement."

"Since it was arranged by Miss Hongling, we naturally can't say anything."

"Listen to Miss Roulin."

The argument finally quieted down, and everyone's eyes focused on Wang Yue.

"In that case, I'll start first."

Wang Yue got up and stood up, gestured with his hand, and walked slowly to the hall.

"The time and people are urging each other, and the winter solstice is coming again."

The imposing voice, coupled with the beautiful verses, made everyone look left and right, and their eyes widened.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Wang Yue took two steps forward and fixed his eyes on the geisha on the stage.

"The embroidery five lines add weak lines, and the six branches of the blowing leaves move the floating ash."

Turning to look out the window, he moved three steps without hurrying.

"The shore is waiting for the willows, and the mountains are cold and want to release the plums."

Wang Yue turned around and came to his seat, and Fang Yuan beside him poured a glass of wine.

"The clouds are not different from the country and the country, teach people and cover the cup in the palm."

The poetry meeting was as quiet as a virgin, and after a while, applause and cheers followed.

"Wang Shizi, what a literary style, this poem is so appropriate!"

"It's not just the occasion, this poem is neat and tidy, the description at the beginning is similar to the vision of the Winter Sun Festival, and the end of the poem shows Wang Shizi's homesickness, which can be described as a peerless work!"

"Wang Shizi is really a poet saint in the world!"

"It seems that Wang Shizi is going to win the heart of the red girl, I admire it!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to handle this clumsy poem."

......

Everyone, every word you say to me is full of praise.

"Wang Shizi's poem, let the little woman admire it a lot, and the little woman toasts you!"

Youlan walked in front of Wang Yue, and the maid on the side stood aside with a drink.

"I'll wait for a cup of Wang Shizi!"

Everyone stood up in unison, holding wine glasses in their hands, facing Wang Yue.

"Thank you for your dependence, and I will do it first!"

Wang Yue smiled and drank it all, and the others also drank their cups.

"Hmph, let him pretend to be it, but this guy does have some ability, this poem is indeed a good work, and it can't be talked about."

Xiao Huaiyi was a little jealous and dissatisfied, I'm afraid it's no fun to win the leader today.