"Brother Lu, I don't know if you prepared poems this time?" Baili Fengchen withdrew his gaze from the Yellow Crane Tower and asked with a smile.

The poems were prepared, but they didn't plan to fight...... Lu Fan didn't come here to fight poetry.

He occasionally read some love poems in his previous life, and this time he came to the Yellow Crane Tower to read the love poems to the county lord.

Seeing that Lu Fan didn't answer, Baili Fengchen also knew the answer in his heart, he didn't say anything more, but looked at the top floor of the Yellow Crane Tower again: "Calculate the time, it should be about the same." ”

Sure enough, as soon as his words fell, someone in front of him began to cheer: "Look, the county lord is coming out!" ”

On the top floor of the Yellow Crane Tower, the county lord of Pingnan is still wearing a red and white dress. Under the gaze of many people, she took a step and walked to the observation deck on the top floor of the Yellow Crane Tower.

The cacophony below faded with her appearance.

The cold gaze of the county lord of Pingnan scanned the bottom, even if she was just standing there, her innate cold temperament would inexplicably bring a sense of oppression.

"Today, it is a grand poetry meeting, and the county lord hopes that you can gain something at the poetry meeting, show your talents, and live up to your talents."

The cold voice announced the official start of the poetry meeting.

The talented men and women under the Yellow Crane Tower have entered the Yellow Crane Tower one after another, and it is initially estimated that there are at least 100 people who enter the Yellow Crane Tower.

After Lu Fan came to the top floor, he found that he had underestimated the area here. After moving the bookshelves to the side, it can accommodate at least 200 people.

Tables are lined up with fine wines and pastries.

"Brother Lu, as long as you enter this Yellow Crane Tower Poetry Club, no matter who you are, you have to hand in a poem. If you don't know how to write poetry...... Why don't you use mine? ”

Baili Fengchen sat down and proposed.

Writing poetry is not difficult for those who are invited, but Lu Fan was not invited, and Baili Fengchen thought that he was not very good at writing poetry.

Even if you can write, it may be miserable.

Lu Fan also knew Baili Fengchen's thoughts, but he was more concerned about why Baili Fengchen would spare no effort to help him.

They just met for the first time, is it really because of personality?

"Brother Baili, these poems are your hard work, is it really okay to give them to others at will?" Lu Fan asked with a smile.

For Confucian and Taoist monks, poetry is the creation of their own painstaking efforts. Lending it to others at will is an insult to poetry in the eyes of Confucianism.

But Baili Fengchen didn't care at all, he smiled and took out a piece of paper: "No matter how good the poem is, can it compare to the friendship with Brother Lu?" I have two poems here, you pick one you like, and I'll hand in the other poem. ”

Lu Fan looked down at the two poems, and almost couldn't help laughing.

To be honest, the level of these two poems is no different from that of modern limericks. Compared to those ancient sentences left in the previous life, it is simply miserable.

It makes no difference at all which poem you choose.

He picked a random song and thanked him with a smile.

"Lord Pingnan has arrived!"

With the arrival of the county lord of Pingnan, the scene was quiet again. Everyone got up together, and then clasped their fists and saluted: "I've seen the county lord!" ”

"Everyone, please take a seat, we will meet friends with poetry, no need to be polite." The voice of the county lord of Pingnan was still cold, and under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, there were no emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

Lu Fan just glanced at the people who participated in the poetry meeting, and saw many familiar figures.

The son of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, Li Han sits in the position of the lord of the south county. It's normal for him to sit in the front, even if it's a poetry club, it's impossible to arrange the son of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites in a corner or something.

This is the etiquette system of the Tian Yuan Dynasty, and no matter what the occasion, everyone's identity needs to be taken into account.

However, Lu Fan was more curious about the girl next to the county lord of Pingnan, her appearance was not inferior to the county lord of Pingnan, and under the cyan dress and short skirt she was wearing, her snow-white slender legs were exposed.

The dressing style in the capital is more conservative than in Lu Fan's previous life, and the skirt that exposes the knees is already a very open dress in the eyes of people.

But half of the girl's thighs were exposed. She wore a small gourd tied around her waist, yawning from time to time, looking around boredly.

"She is the eldest lady of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Yue." Baili Fengchen noticed Lu Fan's gaze and opened his mouth to explain.

The Shangguan family has been friendly with the Pingnan Wangfu for generations, and when it comes to the generation of the Pingnan county lord, the relationship seems to be closer. The status of the entire Shangguan family in the capital is even higher than that of some Sanpin ministers.

Lu Fan searched for memories in his heart, and he withdrew his gaze from Shangguan Yue's snow-white legs.

I didn't expect to travel to this side of the world...... There is also a chance to look at your legs openly.

However, he is not a womanizer, but everyone has a love for beauty, which is appreciating beauty. Especially Shangguan Xue's lazy posture, coupled with her snow-white legs, will always make people reverie.

Now that the poetry meeting has just begun, everyone only needs to sit in their places and wait for the people from the Pingnan Royal Mansion to collect the written poems.

"This is the rule of the Yellow Crane Tower Poetry Society over the years, everyone submits a poem, and the county lord selects the best three." Baili Fengchen saw that someone had returned to collect the verses, and said with a smile.

In addition to receiving verses, everyone can also compose poems on the spot after the poetry meeting begins, showing their talents. Then the slightly drunken strength of the wine can sometimes burst out with better inspiration.

"Hurry up, that one over there is ......" Just as the people from the Pingnan Palace's mansion were collecting the verses, a voice suddenly came with surprise.

Lu Fan and Baili Fengchen also looked ahead.

I saw an old man in a white robe, holding a scroll in his hand, walking slowly. He had gray hair, gray beard and eyebrows, and looked very old.

"Tao Bai Da Confucian......" Baili Fengchen said in shock.

He recognized the identity of this old man, a great Confucian in the capital.

Not only him, but people recognized his identity one after another at the poetry meeting.

"Tao Bai Daru, he is actually here! Could it be that he is the one who judges our poetry today? "Someone started speculating.

"If it's really Tao Bai Daru to comment, it's really a great honor! It is said that Tao Bai Daru left two poems in the Yellow Crane Tower that year, but he didn't expect to be able to meet him in person. ”

“……”

There were many discussions at the poetry meeting, and for the Confucian and Taoist monks, Confucianism was the person they respected the most, and it was also the goal they pursued.

The county lord of Pingnan slowly got up and nodded lightly towards Tao Bai Daru. Tao Bai Daru returned the salute: "I have seen the county lord." ”

"Mr. Tao Bai, I hope you can give me some guidance on the verses in this poetry meeting." The voice of the county lord of Pingnan was still cold, and she seemed to be like this to anyone.

The hundred miles of wind and dust below slapped his thigh hard, and his eyes were full of remorse: "Alas...... I knew it was Tao Bai Daru, and I should have started preparing half a year ago! ”

Lu Fan understands the mood of a hundred miles of wind and dust, and for Confucian and Taoist monks, the comments of Confucianism are rare opportunities.

This is the Great Confucian...... Lu Fan set his eyes on Tao Bai again.

The breath is restrained, and there is also a Confucianism and Taoism holy qi protection body. For martial arts monks or kendo monks, the most troublesome place to face the Great Confucianism is this Confucian holy qi.

If it can't be broken in a short time, it can be easily suppressed.

At the same time, one of Li Han's subordinates took advantage of this time to run to his side and whisper a few words, he frowned slightly, and then looked at the corner behind him.

That location is exactly where Lu Fan is.