"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 Zhao Rang 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!"

"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!"

Youmeng 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 peerless."

Fang Yuan was a little jealous and dissatisfied, but he was trying to find out the details of Qingluan tonight, so there was no need to compete with these people.

"Do you still write poetry?" Bai Rou looked at Fang Yuan with a look of surprise.

"No!" Fang Yuan said categorically.

"Hmph, I thought you'd do something! It seems that I am still thinking too much. Bai Rou rolled her eyes.

"But I can copy poems! Or poetry you've never heard before. "Although Fang Yuan can't compose poems, he also graduated from high school, although he didn't take the college entrance examination, he is also a scholar, and it is no problem to memorize a few ancient poems.

"It's just some unknown verses, what's the use!" Bai Rou sighed and shook her head.

"What? Do you have any plans? Fang Yuan was a little puzzled, listening to Bai Rou's tone, if he knew how to order poetry, he was afraid that it would be of no use.

"Isn't that simple? Qingluan can easily come here, which means that this must be a den, but this is Qingping Street, and they are really good at picking a place! Bai Rou sighed secretly when she thought of the special features of this place, and she had no other way to eradicate this stronghold.

"Isn't this place different from any other place?" Fang Yuan asked suspiciously.

"Of course, there can't be a fight here, let alone a human life, otherwise you will die in vain!" Bai Rou began to explain, she had also heard, this place has been two thousand years old, and the buildings have been changed one after another, but there has never been a history record of war in this place.

"It's funny, someone must be playing tricks, what you said is so mysterious, it's just that those people outside the law are deliberately alarmist!" Fang Yuan didn't believe that there was still this place in this world, he didn't have a Pure Land of Bliss in his previous life, let alone this feudal world.

"Do you know how many years this place has lasted? It has been proven that there have been at least 2,000 years of peace, and there has never been a war. Although Bai Rou was also curious about this place, her master also said that this place was a bit weird, and her master couldn't say it, so it was better to abide by the rules of this place.

"So weird?" Fang Yuan didn't believe it in his heart, but he didn't dare to take the risk of trying, he didn't want to be a bird.

"Whether it's strange or not, in short, we can't blatantly check people here, but if you can get the first place in this poetry meeting, become the guest of the curtain of that red singer, and then dig deeper, then it will be easy to do."

"You're saying it's pretty simple, what if they get suspicious of me and kill me?"

"Don't worry, don't you have that jade bottle? If there is danger, open it, and besides, this is Qingping Street, and they don't dare to do anything to you. ”

"But I don't think it's right, if I really come out on top, you'll have to follow me."

"No problem, but you have to get the first place first, otherwise it's all empty talk!"

"Don't worry, I'll be covered."

Fang Yuan didn't care, since Bai Rou had promised to protect him, he didn't have any worries, he would definitely scare her jaw off in a moment.

On the other side, everyone sat down after greeting Wang Yue's poems.

One of the men mustered up the courage to stand up and said:

"Wang Shizi's poems are really masterpieces, although the poems below are not as good as Wang Shizi, but what if Miss Hongling likes the poems below, are you right?"

Some people in the audience chimed in:

"Yes, you can't come in vain, it's good to sing a poem that is worthy of Miss Hongling's invitation!"

"That's it, if Miss Rouge likes it!"

……

"Of course, this conference is a poetry and dance, everyone can show their talents and be good at themselves, but they must speak in order."

Youmeng said with a smile on his face, his eyes fell on Zhang Rang, the prince of the servant.

Zhao Rang looked at Wang Yue beside him, and then stood up and arched his hand and said: "I have been friends with Brother Wang for many years, and his intelligence is above mine, but since Miss Youmeng said it, then I will also chant a poem in Xia, and you should not compare it with Wang Shizi's poems." ”

Youmeng covered her mouth and smiled, "Haha, Zhao Gongzi is polite, just chant poetry, my Hongling girl is still listening to it." ”

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate."

Fang Yuan gestured and came to the middle.

"There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity."

"The sunset poems are full of snow and snow, and the plum is very spring."

There was applause at the poetry meeting, although this poem is not as good as Wang Yue's work, but it is also a good work.

After a burst of praise from everyone, others also chanted poems against each other, but most of them felt that they were not as good as Wang Yue and Zhao Rang, so they gave up this time to compose poems.

About half an hour later, a man came downstairs to the poetry meeting.

The guests cast their gazes one after another.

"Why is Commander Liu here, isn't he guarding the border in the north?"

"You don't know this, Commander Liu returned to the capital yesterday, and he has been on duty in the north for three years, and now the north has been replaced by Commander Xue."