Li Zhongxuan's thoughts suddenly stopped, and it turned out that someone had made another masterpiece, so the audience became noisy.

It's a pity that Li Zhongxuan was thinking about the four words "long talk" just now, so he didn't hear that masterpiece.

But that genius Li Zhongxuan saw it, his face was like a crown of jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, what a son!

The fat man on the side looked at the thoughtful Li Zhongxuan, patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's a well-known rich boy in Bianjing City, named Zhu Youqian." It is not an exaggeration for his father to say that he is rich in the world, after all, the clothes in the entire imperial city are made by their family!"

Li Zhongxuan said with emotion: "This person is talented and wealthy, and his appearance is extraordinary, the dragon and phoenix among such people are limitless in the future!"

The fat man sneered: "If you have money, you are indeed rich, but this is it, but it was bought with money! But his appearance is really good, much better than Qian." ”

Li Zhongxuan was puzzled: "Why did Brother Qian say this?"

Qian Fatzi's smile was even more disdainful, "I don't know if Brother Li has ever heard the words "well-dressed beasts?"

Listening to this tone, Qian Fatzi has already compared this Zhu Youqian to a well-dressed beast, why?

Looking at Li Zhongxuan's puzzled expression, Qian Fatzi continued: "This person has some power, bullying and dominating the market in Bianjing City, bullying men and women! It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a waste without a little ink on his chest, let alone writing poetry, even a few words have to be written for half an hour, and I don't know how much silver it took to buy the masterpiece just now! The only advantage is that he has a good skin, but he doesn't know how many women from good families have been harmed with it!"

Li Zhongxuan didn't expect Qian Fatzi's words to be so vicious, it seems that he and this Zhu Youqian seem to have old grudges.

What he didn't know was that there were a total of four major merchants dealing in cloth in Bianjing City, Zhu, Qian, Jia, and Jiang.

Every year, these four families have to compete for the opportunity to make clothes for the people in the Imperial City Palace, saying that it is competition is actually going through the motions, after all, it is the Qian family to do it every year, after all, whether it is cloth materials or tool craftsmanship, the other three are not as good as the Qian family!

But this year, the Zhu family climbed into the palace, so the Qian family became the Zhu family. This piece of big fat meat is eaten in the stomach, this Zhu family's son-in-law Zhu Youqian is really rich!

It is said that after the Qian family got the business of the imperial city, relying on the people behind them, they suppressed the business of the Qian family everywhere, and once or twice the Qian family's great business was able to survive, but it was already the middle of the year from the beginning of the year, and the Zhu family still did not stop!

The Qian family had no choice, so they began to use their connections and found Zhao Chengzong, the son of Zhao Pu, the prime minister of the dynasty.

Zhao Chengzong is not an idle person, and his father is Zhao Pu, so the fat man is willing to attach himself to Zhao Chengzong.

Qian Fatzi has a delicate heart, which is quite appreciated by Zhao Chengzong, and what comes with it is that the Zhu family no longer bullies the Qian family on the surface. Although there are many means secretly, the Qian family can already take it easily.

However, the feud between the two families was concluded early!

Today, the fat man looked at Li Zhongxuan and looked at Zhu Youqian with an appreciative expression, and suddenly became angry, this person is also worthy, so he gave Li Zhongxuan all the evil words in his stomach.

Li Zhongxuan nodded and said, "Sure enough, people can't look good, if Brother Qian didn't say it, I would still think that this person is not only extraordinary, but also talented!"

Hearing this, Qian Fatzi continued: "When I first met today, I regarded Brother Li as a confidant! ”

When Li Zhongxuan heard this, he arched his hand at the fat man and said, "Thank you Brother Qian, it's a pity that I only know Brother Qian's surname, but I don't know Brother Qian's name!"

"Haha...... I want to say, Brother Li don't laugh!" Qian Fat Man smiled: "My father has been in business for many years and attaches great importance to the word 'money', so he gave me the word 'Yu', so many friends also call it Qian Duoduo!"

"Qian Yu, good name!" Li Zhongxuan muttered: "Although Qian Duoduo is a little vulgar, but Daya is vulgar, the name Uncle is good, and the name Brother Qian is good!"

......

While Li Zhongxuan was talking with Qian Duoduo, a little maid walked behind the screen with Zhu Youqian's poems.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the figure behind the screen, after all, this poem was about to be brought to the ink-dyed girl.

The figure disappeared, and everyone's hearts hung in their throats, after all, it was a long conversation with the ink-dyed girl!

Behind the screen, the ink dyes the boudoir.

On a quaint table, a pot of sake, and a cup full of water.

A woman in a black dress sat at the table, slowly placing the cup in front of the red lips, and when she heard someone coming in at the door, she opened her mouth lightly and said, "Xiaolan, there are good poems again?"

A girl with a beautiful face stepped forward and said with a smile: "Yes, it is indeed a masterpiece, so I showed it to my sister!"

Mo Ran turned around, and a bewitching and charming face appeared in front of Xiaolan, who was still confused although she was a woman. Seeing Xiaolan looking at herself blankly, Mo Ran frowned slightly, and said slowly: "I don't know which son it is?"

Xiaolan came to her senses, put her jade hand on her chest and said, "Sister, how did you come to be so good-looking?

Mo Ran said angrily: "Don't make fun of me, quickly tell me which son it is." ”

Xiaolan said with a smile: "Zhu Youqian Zhu Gongzi of the Zhu family in the south of the city, what a masterpiece, I don't know how much silver it cost to buy it!"

When Mo Ran heard this, he also laughed: "It turned out to be the Zhu Youqian who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, this poem can enter your eyes, it seems that this Zhu Gongzi has indeed spent a lot of silver!"

"That's not it, this song "Gift to the Beauty" is really good, and I don't know which son wrote it, and it was named Zhu Youqian, it's really a waste!" Xiaolan sighed and said.

Ink Dye heard that he took the "Gift Ink Dye" from Xiaolan's hand and slowly spread it out on the table.

......

Ink-dyed vermilion lips opened slightly, "It's indeed a good poem, I don't know which son wrote it, it's a pity!"

Xiaolan hurriedly said: "What's the pity, for the sake of silver, sell your thoughts to others, I don't think such a person is very good." Sister, you wait here, Xiaolan, I will definitely find you a talented and beautiful son to talk to you today!"

Ink Dye was about to speak, but Xiaolan had already turned around and walked towards the door.

Seeing Xiaolan's back disappear outside the door, Mo Ran's brows furrowed even tighter, because she didn't want to have a long talk with those so-called talents, in fact, she didn't have such plans!

Everything is planned by Mingyuelou, one is for fame and the other is for profit, who doesn't want to enter the boudoir of the ink-dyed girl?

Sure enough, Mingyuelou released the news in the name of ink dyeing, tonight's poetry meeting, countless talented people gathered here for the beauty, although they didn't even see the face of ink dyeing, but they were still happy!

It is difficult to produce good poems, and it is even more rare to write good poems, so Mo Ran is very tired of today's arrangement of Mingyue Tower, but now that she is here, where can she refuse?

She just hopes to really meet a talented and interesting son, if not, she has already thought about it in a few words!

Then she smiled bitterly, but unfortunately the stupid Xiaolan still thought that she really wanted to choose a talented son......

At this time, in the lobby of Mingyue Building, Xiaolan returned to the screen and began to speak: "The ink-dyed girl has left Zhu Gongzi's masterpieces, and there are seven poems so far!

As soon as the words fell, the room suddenly became noisy.

The few people who remained in the hands of the ink dye were all smiling, and they couldn't wait to choose one of them now, after all, the one in seven chance was neither big nor small. If it's late, a few more good poems will have less chance of taking them.

Most of the people who have not yet written good poems have a sad face, and even more are anxious to scratch their ears and cheeks, frowning worriedly.

Of course, there are some exceptions, such as Wei Xianxin Wei Gongzi, who looked relaxed at the moment, after all, there were so many people who came to "cheer" and cheer.

There is also Li Zhongxuan, who has a lot of money and the like, after all, it is not about himself, so he naturally hangs high, and he completely holds the mentality of watching the excitement.

Although they are interested in the ink-dyed boudoir, they are only interested!

It is worthy of Cheng Yu, no wonder others call it Cheng Gong, Li Zhongxuan looked at the twenty-eight words in front of Wei Xianxin, nodded slightly, what a quatrain!

wrote such a masterpiece in such a short time, no wonder Qian Fat Man compared him with Cao Zijian. Cao Zijian became a poem in seven steps, and Cheng Chongyuan turned tea into a poem, even if it is not as good, it is not far away!

Wei Xianxin looked proud, with such a poem, he would have a chance to see the beauty tonight! Thinking of this, Wei Xianxin couldn't help but stand up.

Seeing this, the little maid in front of the screen smiled and said, "Master Wei, do you have another masterpiece?"

Wei Xianxin said proudly: "Yes, I got a good sentence just now, and I was so happy that I couldn't control myself, so this is a bit of a gaffe, forgive me!"

When the little maid heard this, she walked up to Wei Xianxin and said, "Since this is the case, then I will make this poem public and let you comment on it!"

Wei Xianxin was very confident, this poem would definitely be a shame as soon as it came out, so he nodded at this little girl!

Seeing this, the little maid smiled and opened her mouth and said, "The bright moon hangs 30,000 feet high, and she suddenly looks back beside her." ”

The little girl cleared her throat and continued: "Last night, the clouds did not cover the moon, and tonight the clouds dispersed and the night breeze was cool. ”

After this poem was slowly read out of the little girl's mouth, the lobby, which originally had sporadic words, suddenly fell and could be heard, and there was silence!

Everyone was dumbfounded, this was written by Wei Xianxin? Is this still the same Wei Xianxin? How is it possible? The previous poem of the Seven Laws was written like that, and this quatrain could never have been written by him!

Who is it?

The eyes of countless people present were focused on Wei Xianxin's side, and looking at these people's stunned appearances, Wei Xianxin's expression became even more proud.

Li Zhongxuan looked at the proud Wei Xianxin and sighed slightly, he didn't expect this person to care about other people's opinions at all!