Lin Bei walked on the deck, looking at Ah Yue who was following closely behind him from time to time, a little depressed.

He racked his brains for a long time, and he couldn't remember when Ah Yue took his invitation.

In front of the two of them, it was the rich boy who told Lin Bei to get out of the way, he saw Lin Bei take out the invitation card, and left with disdain.

He has come into contact with all the famous and surnamed big people in the capital of Dashang, and this young man is so good-looking, according to common sense, it is impossible for him not to have a trace of impression.

He was just a nobody who had just risen to the top of the capital, and it wasn't worth his time.

It's just that he faintly felt a hairy feeling in his heart, as if someone was staring at him.

His complexion changed, then he quickened his pace, and then disappeared from the sight of Lin Bei and the others.

"Up!"

Lin Bei looked at the stout iron chains that connected all the merchant ships together, and he knew how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

It seems that the ship-making skills of the big merchants are good, so many merchant ships are connected to sail on the lake, and they don't feel too violent shaking when they stand on the boats.

"Ah Yue, are you seasick?"

Lin Bei suddenly turned around and asked Ah Yue behind him.

Ah Yue withdrew her gaze and shook her head.

"Also, you are so physically fit, how can you get seasick."

Lin Bei spread his hands, knowing that he had made a joke.

The two walked for a few minutes and walked to the entrance of the poetry club, where many dignitaries gathered, and looking at the noble costumes, they knew that the status of these people was not low.

Lin Bei recognized many acquaintances at first sight.

He and Ah Yue leaned against the railing and blew the cool evening breeze, slowly waiting for the registration of the poetry club.

As soon as the incense stick passed, there were very few people on the deck.

After Lin Bei and the two registered, they entered the scope of the poetry club without the slightest hindrance.

There was no slap in the face in the novel, which made him a little disappointed.

When he entered the poetry club, the rich scene of the lanterns opened Lin Bei's eyes.

The eyes are full of pot-bellied rich businessmen hugging their bewitching concubines, and on the wine table, the officials exchange glasses and talk freely.

And those literati in literary shirts hugged the dancing girl, their faces flushed.

It is said that it is a poetry meeting, but in fact, it is a large-scale trading place for power and sex, and the air is full of malaise, and there is no atmosphere of poetry club.

He felt a tightness beside him, and when he turned his head, he saw that Miss Ah Yue was almost clinging to him.

Lin Bei looked at the nervousness that flashed on Ah Yue's face, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

Unexpectedly, Ah Yue is still a hidden social phobia.

"Don't follow me."

Ah Yue looked stubborn, and after taking a deep breath, she wanted to pretend that she didn't care.

Lin Bei looked at his awkward appearance, and directly pulled his slender wrist: "Since you're afraid, then follow me, and we'll just be responsible for eating." ”

Ah Yue nodded obediently, and then was pulled by Lin Bei to find a hidden corner and sit down.

As soon as the two sat down, someone announced the beginning of the poetry meeting.

The party suddenly fell silent, and a middle-aged man slowly walked out under everyone's gaze.

"He is the richest businessman in Dashang, Zuo Temple, that is, Zuo Ziming's father"

Lin Bei just wanted to ask who this person was, but Ah Yue, who was sitting crampedly, gave him an answer.

Lin Bei nodded, and continued to read.

"This time, Zuo Mou borrowed the poetry meeting held by the four talents, the purpose is very simple, that is, the first floor of the Xiao family is about to open, I hope you can help you a lot for the first floor of the world."

"In addition, Zuo is here to welcome the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and the two adults of the Ministry of Industry can come to the appointment, and Xiao is grateful."

Everyone's eyes fell on the two people in the party, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Industry, full of flattery.

Lin Bei peeled fruit for Ah Yue, and also looked at the two.

If he remembered correctly, above the court, the position of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was behind Li Ai.

And the Ministry of Industry Shangshu has not stood in line, and I don't know if he is on the emperor's side or Li Ai's side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone eats and drinks to their heart's content today, and today's food is all the dishes that will be served on the first floor of the Zuojia world in the future."

At this time, Zuo Ziming walked out from behind the curtain and said to the literati present.

"Good!"

"Thank you, Zuo Gongzi!"

"Hehe, wait until the middle of the night, the poetry will be carried out as usual, everyone can first make a good draft in their hearts, the winner of the poetry will get the highest reward, as for what the reward is, you will naturally know later."

Zuo Ziming looked at Lin Bei and the others in the corner, intentionally or unintentionally.

The poetry meeting officially began, and the maids streamed in from the deck, bringing more delicacies and rare fruit desserts.

Lin Bei saw that no one had discovered him, and he was also happy to be idle.

I have to say that the first floor of the world really lives up to its name, and all kinds of dishes have the highest level.

After he had eaten himself, he began to feed the silent Ah Yue, and half an hour passed like this.

"The poem will begin! You can start composing poetry! ”

Someone shouted.

All the literati began to chant poems against each other, and finally the atmosphere of the poetry meeting was normalized.

It seems that a well-known literati made a good poem, and the banquet was full of applause.

"Brother Mo is a good poem!"

"Brother Mo, who is worthy of being one of the four great talents, is able to make poems with such artistic conception."

As soon as this poem came out, no one spoke again.

In their hearts, they all thought that this poem was already the highest level of this poetry meeting.

"Anyone else? Gone? ”

"General Lin, don't you want to show us all some literary brilliance?"

Zuo Ziming stood up with a smile on his face, and after glancing around, his eyes fell on Lin Bei in the corner.

"General Lin? Is it the same General Lin who recovered the Great Dragon City? ”

As soon as the words came out, everyone present showed a look of surprise and looked at Zuo Ziming's gaze.

Lin Bei put down his chopsticks, a little unhappy.

Didn't he remind Zuo Ziming when he was in the mansion, and when he really arrived at the poetry meeting, he didn't experience it.

Forget about the dancing girl attack and kill, Ah Yue is next to her.

But you can poison food and wine! But he ate for a long time, and he didn't feel a little uncomfortable except that he felt a little stretched.

Alas, children cannot be taught.

In addition, the alcohol content in ancient times was very low, and he drank most of the jar, but his face was a little ruddy, and his thoughts were still very clear, and he didn't look like a drunk person at all on the surface.

How did he fall into the water like this!

Forget it, it's time to break out with a wave of acting.

He staggered to his feet and clenched his fists into the expectant eyes present: "False praise, the contemptible people are just luckier, and the poetry is even more incomprehensible." ”

Lin Bei didn't want to do anything about copying, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave the poetry club and go to the deck.

"General Lin is quite modest, I don't believe that I can use the empty city plan, and I can't even make a poem."