Wang Yuyu's face turned red, she just glanced at Fang Yuhan and didn't speak. After the two of them finished breakfast, they stayed in this courtyard for a while, and suddenly heard a loud noise in front of them, Wang Yuyu suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go, it should be started, let's go in advance and see if we can find a good place to sit and watch the excitement!"

Fang Yuhan said: "This is a poetry club, we didn't know how to compose poetry in the past, what are we doing in a position?"

"It's all said to see the excitement, how do you look at the excitement when you stand outside? Sitting inside, you don't have to compose poetry, is it possible that everyone who comes in is a poet and literati?" Wang Yu said.

Fang Yuhan nodded: "What you said is good!"

"In that case, what are you still sitting on?" Wang Yuyu dragged Fang Yuhan up and walked towards the highest attic of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

This attic has three floors, occupies a wide area, looks very magnificent, and looking at its doors and windows, there are half of them new, which shows that this attic has only been built for a long time.

The doors of the attic were all open at this time, and people walked in one after another. When Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu passed, they were blocked by people standing by the door, and one of them said: "This is the world of literati, if you want to learn martial arts, go to the other side!"

Wang Yuyu listened, and just snorted: "Who told you that people who know martial arts can write poems? Have you heard the name of Fang Zixuan, the eldest prince of Fang Zixuan in Luoyi City? That is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and besides, Yang Shaofeng is not only able to compose poems and write essays, I heard that his martial arts are still above Fang Zixuan!"

"This ······" The man was speechless, not knowing what to say, and when he came back to his senses, Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu had already walked in.

The room was very spacious, but at this time there were also half of the seats seated, and the young men and women, all of them were very well dressed. The men were either dressed in brocade clothes or in the costumes of scholars, and they all sat up straight, full of energy, and their eyes were full of confidence.

The women are dressed up in fancy clothes, they all look like women from rich families, and they wear headdresses, which are not comparable to ordinary people. They all look like people who admire Yang Shaofeng.

Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu's clothes are the simplest and the most simple, but Wang Yuyu has found an extremely convenient location to watch the excitement. But since it is convenient to look at others, it will also be convenient for others to see themselves, because they are extremely conspicuous.

At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded in his ears, and the people sitting next to him were all greeting: "Hello Fang Gongzi!"

Without looking back, Fang Yuhan also knew that it was Fang Zixuan who came. Recalling the old days, Fang Yuhan couldn't help but sigh, at that time, he liked the little kid behind him, and he had already become a talent with both civil and military skills.

Fang Zixuan looked at Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu, and couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes. Over the years, because Fang Dahong occupied the property of the Fang family, Fang Dahong and Wang Jiping did not want to see each other, and there were many times for children to ridicule each other.

"Why is Miss Wang here?Fang has never heard that Miss can compose poems?" Fang Zixuan sat next to Fang Yuhan and couldn't help but say. His gaze fell on Fang Yuhan's body, because Fang Yuhan gave him a familiar feeling, but he didn't know why he had that feeling.

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it, you do a good job of dying, that's your business!" Wang Yuyu deliberately said "composing poetry" as "dying", which made the people next to him purse their lips and laugh at the moment.

Fang Yuhan also discovered that Wang Yuyu's mouth was far more poisonous than she imagined.

Fang Zixuan is a celebrity in Luoyi City, if he cares too much, it will make others think that his heart is not broad-minded enough, so he didn't say anything at this time. It's just a ruthless color hidden in the bottom of the eyes, and ordinary people can't find it.

Immediately afterwards, another celebrity came, this person's name is Zhang Cuiyun, the eldest son of Zhang Yuanwai, the richest man in Luoyi City, his sister has disappeared for more than ten days, but he seems that nothing has happened, drink when he should drink, and have fun when he should have fun.

In Zhang Cuiyun's words, that is, everyone has their own fate, and the will of God is destined, if her sister is fine, she will be doomed to be fine, and if something really goes wrong, it is also the will of God.

It is a little difficult for such a person not to become a celebrity. In addition, his talent and reputation are not much weaker than Fang Zixuan, the only difference is that Fang Zixuan's martial arts seem to be very high, and he is really just a scholar, and he has no power to restrain the chicken.

Zhang Cuiyun sat in the third position on Fang Yuhan's left, which was closer to the main position in front of them. Today's poetry meeting, hosted by Mo Yingying and Yang Shaofeng.

A talented and good-looking woman like Mo Yingying, Zhang Cuiyun naturally came for him. Among the people here, he didn't even have the interest to look at the first half of the eyes.

In a short time, the whole room was full of people, and there were also people standing in the back. There are some warriors among them, they are not interested in composing poetry, but they are extremely interested in beauty.

When it was nearly noon, a bell rang above the bell tower inside the Drunken Immortal Residence, and then a man and a woman walked into the room together. The man was dressed in white, with a long figure, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, and a sense of immortal wind and bones on his body, this is not the so-called civil and military talent.

In fact, Fang Yuhan also saw that Yang Shaofeng was by no means an ordinary martial artist, his cultivation was comparable to his own, and he was in the realm of perfection during the foundation building period.

The woman was dressed in goose yellow clothes, her figure was exquisite, her appearance was peerless, and her whole body was also revealing a mysterious and unpredictable taste.

It's just that Fang Yuhan can see it from them, but it is indescribable danger, obviously, she is also a cultivator, not an ordinary martial artist, and her cultivation is still above herself. She is the talented girl Mo Yingying, who came out after a long time in this poetry meeting, from Chaoge City.

Chaoge City is not far away from Luoyi, and it makes sense to come here to preside over the poetry meeting. It's just that Fang Yuhan can't figure out how these two people, who are both famous inside and outside the world, have the heart to preside over the so-called poetry meeting.

Fang Zixuan, who was sitting behind Fang Yuhan and them, obviously knew these two people, but now he pretended not to know them, which was what made Fang Yuhan feel puzzled.

In fact, Fang Zixuan can also be regarded as a cultivator, but his cultivation is too low, it is just the realm of the middle stage of ordinary qi induction, which is not as good as his fists and feet compared to aura. After all, some powerful martial artists are not weaker than the cultivation of the foundation building period.

Martial artists and qi practitioners, in fact, are a kind of cultivation methods, in ancient times, some people slaughtered immortals with martial arts to destroy the gods, but that was a thing of the past after all, and now there are basically no such martial artists.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's poetry meeting will start soon, Yang is deeply honored to be the host of this poetry meeting, as for whether it can produce famous poems through the ages, it depends on the monarchs here!" Yang Shaofeng said. His voice is magnetic, it sounds good, and it is most likely to make people feel close.

At this moment, the talented people sitting below were surprisingly quiet, the young man's eyes were almost on Mo Yingying's body, but the woman's gaze did not move away from Yang Shaofeng's body.

Standing together in this way, the two young talents had a sense of talent and beauty, and those women were thinking in their hearts at this time: "Why don't I stand next to Yang Shaofeng?

The man was thinking: "Why is it not me who is standing next to Mo Yingying? With such a beautiful woman by my side, I have no regrets in this life!"

"Yang Gongzi is too polite, today's Luoyi poetry will be hosted by you, and it will definitely shine, the little girl and others are waiting for you to show off your skills!" The woman who spoke looked a little more beautiful, but between her actions, she was quite ordinary, and she was not a beauty.

The rest of the women were also scrambling to say nice things at this time, just to get a look from Yang Shaofeng.

Mo Yingying stood to the side and didn't speak, looking a little indifferent, but the temperament on his body seemed to be changing, as if he had suddenly turned into an iceberg snow lotus, and the ethereal and innocent aura was shrouded, and in the haze, the charm was even more exciting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first session of today's poetry meeting is that everyone should make a poem with the theme of red plum and proud snow in the time of half a pillar of incense, and then select the best one, which is the winner of the first one!" Mo Yingying's voice sounded, crisp and beautiful, and there was a moving magic in it, which made people want to hear her speak.

Yang Shaofeng added: "Now that the timer begins, you can think of writing!"

Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu didn't look at the table a few more times since they sat here, and now after listening to Yang Shaofeng's words, they saw bamboo slips on the table, as well as pen and ink, and so on.

"It turns out that this poetry club has no way to play, I want to withdraw it now!" Wang Yuyu whispered to Fang Yuhan.

Fang Yuhan once read a book for a few days for the sake of fame, but every time he wrote a poem or an essay, he was directly stuck halfway through. At that time, he would compete with himself, and what he wrote was not good, but he also had to talk about it in front of the green donkey.

Now he is not facing a green donkey, but many talents, but he is a little afraid to move for a while. Fortunately, as Wang Yuyu said, this poetry club is not about writing any poems in order to participate.

In fact, there are many talented people here, and there are only a few who can make poems with the title of "Red Plum Proud Snow" within half a pillar of incense.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts, and those who can write good poems at the moment are not necessarily really talented, and those who can write poems well are not necessarily talented. It is the Wenyuan Pavilion of the Duke of Zhou, which wants not only articles, but also real ability to govern the world.

Therefore, the assessment of Wenyuan Pavilion is often not just poems, but more articles, and the narratives are all theories about how to govern the country. Fang Yuhan went to Wenyuan Pavilion, and his answers were all superior, but there were unrealistic existences in the process.