Five and a half zhang long, two feet wide white silk hangs down from the third floor of the painting boat.

Spring, will, dream, ink, water, five big characters jump on it.

There is another piece of white silk, hanging horizontally on the five white silks, and it is impressively written: Qingzi Liuyu Order.

Whoa!

The boat tore through the calm of the river and shattered the jasper into pieces.

On both sides of the riverbank, the green and dense forests retreat quickly, which makes people feel refreshed.

On deck.

Many talented scholars looked at the six white silks, frowning and pondering.

There are even people who hold a pen hanging above the proclamation, almost want to put down the pen, and hesitate to mention it.

The ink condensed at the tip of the pen splashed down with the undulation of the painting boat, and ink dots were fainted on the rice paper.

Inside the cabin on the second floor.

Zhang Xiuran shook Erlang's legs.

He looked at Ye Qing, who was calm and relaxed, and was not nervous, and asked:

"Ye Qing, do you have it?"

Ye Qing nodded and shook his head again.

This made Zhang Xiuran frown slightly, sat up straight, leaned over and asked:

"Don't drop the chain for this son, you have to suppress Gong Yuxiu today."

Ye Qing, who was calm and composed, asked rhetorically:

"Gong Yuxiu is known as the son of Jinling, he said that Jinling is talented and occupies the eight buckets of the gods, and he can monopolize the seven buckets himself, do you really believe that he can win him in poetry and talent?"

"One of the four academies of divine enlightenment, the great Confucianism of Yingchuan Academy believes in you, the prefect of Huaiyang City believes in you, and this son still has something not to believe."

Zhang Xiuran smiled playfully, and the landscape silver fan in his hand was opened, fanning the cool river breeze, and his face was full of comfort.

Ye Qing didn't expect that he would have such ability in the hearts of Xie Qian and Chen Yuming.

He remained silent, staring at the rippling tea in the teacup in front of him.

A foot away.

The Gong sisters and brothers stood by the railing.

Gong Yuli's coquettish voice was unmistakable.

"Give you an afternoon, and you must come up with the best poems for those five questions."

Gong Yuxiu, who was full of restraint, bowed her hands and immediately responded:

"Yes, sister!"

Under the hood, the deep eyes, looking at his brother's fearful appearance, his eyes were a little complicated.

Then, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes.

Yubai Roujing gently put it on Gong Yuxiu's hand, and her voice was softer.

"Xie Daru spoke highly of this son, saying that he is a top poet who is rare in a century."

"A few days ago, Governor Chen sent out a poem that convinced the entire Jinling literary circle, and he also wrote it."

"Sister didn't expect Zhang Xiuran to bring him out today."

Gong Yuxiu, who knew the price, felt that her shoulders were very heavy, and answered:

"Ye Qing is looking forward to Zhang Xiuran everywhere."

"If it was somewhere else, it would be fine, but if he is present, if I lose, it will be the Gong family losing to the Zhang family."

The hat hung low, and Gong Yuli sighed:

"yes, you know."

Call!

Suddenly, a gust of wind appeared.

A moon-white scraped hunting sound.

The shawl fluttered, gently caressing Gong Yuxiu's handsome and extraordinary face.

The veil on the moon-white hat fluttered rapidly, leaking a gap, and then vanished.

Like the face of a goddess, a glimpse.

Gong Yuxiu, whose eyes were full of complexity, looked at the moon-white hat and said with pity:

"Sister, I've worked hard for you all these years."

Rou Yi fell on Gong Yuxiu's face, gently stroked, and the soft voice was full of relief:

"I can shield you from some wind and rain, Sister Ah is not tired at all, she is happy."

"In two years, Sister won't be able to help you, and when it's time to do it, everything will depend on you."

Two years to go!

The lilac gauze was torn by the wind.

On Junxiu's face, the gentleness that has been carried all year round has disappeared, only Ling Yan.

Crunch!

Gong Yuxiu clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and said with a serious face:

"Sister, believe me, I won't let you set foot on that road in two years."

"Hmm." Gong Yuli didn't refute at all, and said in a coquettish voice with joy and relief: "Sister believes in you." ”

"Now, you have to get rid of distractions and think about poetry."

"Besides, that little girl from the Shangguan family, Sister will help you."

Inside the cabin on three decks.

Mo Wanqing stretched out her hand, grabbed Shangguan Lanxi's collar at the back of her neck, and pulled her back.

looked at the little girl with a weak tongue, and said helplessly in a cold voice:

"Do I have to say it all?"

Shangguan Lanxi, who pursed her lips tightly, her eyes dodged, and her heart was not the same:

"I'm just going down to see what a superb poet the talented people of Jinling are."

"It's not to see Brother Yuxiu."

"Hey!" Mo Wanqing, who sighed, reached out and rubbed Shangguan Lanxi's head.

"If you are not surnamed Shangguan, whatever your surname is, if you are obsessed, even if it is a prince, I dare to tie him up and marry you."

"So, don't mess around, okay?"

In an instant, his face collapsed, the eccentricity disappeared, and Shangguan Lanxi, who had no innocent smile, raised his arm and stretched out the window.

The jade jue covered by half arms and long sleeves was exposed to the warm sun.

The bright jade glow made people's eyes light up, but Mo Wanqing and Shangguan Lanxi's eyes were not amazing, only heavy.

The word 'Shangguan' carved on the jade jue made the two daughters sigh together.

The green onion and white jade fingers brushed over these two words, and the cheerful lark seemed to be crying.

"Others think that these two words represent glory and wealth, but for me, this is an abyss that cannot be crossed, an unbreakable cage."

Shangguan Lanxi raised his head, returned to an innocent smile on his face, and said happily:

"Wanqing, I really envy you and Zhang Xiuran for being in love."

Mo Wanqing's eyes darkened, and she held Shangguan Lanxi's wrist in distress and the two words on the jade jue.

The next moment.

She thought of her fiancé's reckless and ridiculous thoughts, and hesitated in her heart.

Then.

Shangguan Lanxi's maidservant came over with refreshments.

Mo Wanqing stepped forward to take it, looked at the maidservant indifferently and said:

"Guarding below."

The maid paused, and just as she wanted to speak, she felt a trace of murderous intent appear in Mo Wanqing's cold eyes.

The maidservant, who was panicked in an instant, hurriedly saluted and said:

"Yes, the slave is waiting by the stairs."

Mo Wanqing, who was silent, came to Shangguan Lanxi with refreshments.

Rou Yi picked up a piece of delicate mung bean cake and stuffed it into Mo Wanqing's mouth.

Shangguan Lanxi said affectionately: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, that maid is also a poor person, and she can't help herself." ”

"You killed her out of anger, but it was still the same later, maybe it wasn't as good as her."

After bowing her head, Mo Wanqing, who began to chew the mung bean cake, picked up a small piece of peach cake and stuffed it into her small cherry lips.

Shangguan Lanxi, who was full of displeasure, bit off the peach cake that couldn't be stuffed in half of it, and swallowed the other half in his mouth unconvinced.

The two cheeks are bulging, and Shangguan Lanxi, who is very popular, said vaguely:

"Knowing that I can't stuff it, you still feed me like this, Wanqing, look at the trick!"

When the words fell, Shangguan Lanxi pounced on Mo Wanqing in a daze.

The two delicate white hands stretched out into the fiery red sky, and on the delicate floating protrusions that had been hidden all the year round, their hands were strange up and down.

The cold face, instantly shy, was filled with red glow.

"Shangguan Lanxi, your ass is itching again, right?"

"Hehehehe, there are so many people here, if you dare to hit me, I will dare to scream!"

Shangguan Lanxi, who was not afraid at all, sat on the waist of the bee with great power.

The evil smile stepped out of his hands again.

......

On the second deck, Zhang Xiuran came out to enjoy the wind.

Suddenly, he touched the tip of his nose unnaturally, and tilted his head slightly to look at the third layer.

The Shanshui silver fan in his hand poked his right ear, and muttered as if he couldn't hear it:

"I didn't expect Wanqing to be so sensitive."