Faced with the aggressive Wei Sheng, Cui Sheng had no choice but to avoid the war.

He thought that the poem he had prepared could not defeat the poem "The Beauty Walk" by Wei Yu.

But he would not admit it directly, but instead asked a few tycoons to take out the poems first and delay time as much as possible for him.

He himself retreated from the crowd and walked towards the third floor in shame. He planned to ask for instructions...

at the same time.

On the side of Mingxinfang, a graceful figure jumped onto a small boat with the help of the maid.

Fairy Lianhua looked back at Wei Tianzhen who was saying goodbye, and bowed and said, "I'm really sorry for the noble person's interest."

Wei Tianzhen smiled and waved his hand: "Sister is out, but sister, you are hurt. I'm afraid you have to rest for a while."

Fairy Lianhua looked up at the private room with the windows on the third floor, and smiled and said, "It just happened that I could take advantage of this rare opportunity to have a good rest, which is what I have long wished."

Wei Tianzhen nodded and asked the manager to hand over a brocade box, saying, "This is my sister's wish. I'll try it. If I like it, my sister will turn around and ask someone to send a few boxes to Linglong Pavilion."

Fairy Lianhua's eyes lit up: "But Shuofang's cosmetics?!"

Wei Tianzhen kept it a secret and smiled and said, "Yes, no, my sister goes back and thinks about it myself."

Fairy Lianhua smiled bitterly and shook her head, thinking: I'm going to get married and still have such a childish character.

After saying goodbye to Wei Tianzhen, the boat slowly moved forward on the lake surface and soon stopped beside a pleasure boat.

The madam who had been waiting for a long time happily helped her onto the boat and said flatteringly: "My good daughter is just back. Mr. Zhang has been waiting for a long time. This time, he gave this number to see you." The madam's palms flipped, and stars flashed in her triangle's eyes.

Fairy Lianhua sighed quietly and said, "Let me go back to the room to sort it out first."

"It should be, it should be!" Seeing that she did not refuse, the smile on her face became even worse.

Seeing all this, Fairy Lianhua couldn't help but think of the poem that Xi Yunfei had just recited.

After returning to the boudoir, Fairy Lianhua sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror, with a look of grief on her face.

"The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deep in her eyebrows, but she saw the tears wet, and she didn't know who she hated."

Fairy Lianhua got up and walked towards the desk, picked up a brush and wrote down the short twenty words.

"Mr. Xi is really a peerless talent. In just a few words, I can tell the desolation of my daughter's family."

After sighing, Fairy Lianhua walked behind the screen, untied her clothes and untied her belt...

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open, and the madam walked in with a flattering look on her face. Seeing the beautiful figure behind the screen, she sighed inwardly and said, "It's so good to be young."

He walked closer and shouted, "Good daughter, Mr. Zhang understands you and tells you not to worry, he can wash up well, he can wait!"

Behind the screen, Fairy Lianhua let out a soft "hmm" and then there was no sound.

The madam nodded in disappointment, turned around and was about to leave, but her eyes fell on the desk...

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Let’s talk about Wenzheng Pavilion.

In the large private room on the third floor, Cui Sheng paced back and forth in the room, squeaking the wooden floor under his feet.

On the table in front of him, several pieces of rice paper were arranged, and each piece of paper had a formed poem.

On the other end of the table, an extremely handsome young man held a wine bottle in his left hand and a wolf's hair in his right hand, waving ink on the rice paper.

"The clouds are flying and the hair is heavy, the beauty... No, no..."

The young man waved his right hand, and the rice paper fell to the ground with a rustle. The servant who was serving him quickly spread a new one.

The young man picked up the bottle and raised his head to drink wildly. Suddenly his eyes lit up and chanted: "The flowers bloomed on half of the clouds, and the lotus was like a face and willows like eyebrows. Hahaha, good poems, good poems..."

After hearing this from the young man, the few followers next to him, including Cui Sheng, who was anxious, all their eyes lit up.

But before they could report it, the young man swept away the rice paper and sprinkled the ink all over the floor.

Cui Sheng said anxiously: "Brother Zhemei, why is this? This sentence is very exquisite. Why don't you continue to write it?"

The young man glanced at him, took another sip of wine, and said, "No, no, I can't think of the second half."

"This, alas, Brother Zhemei, the time is coming soon. If you can't write it out, you will probably admit defeat. The Han sword you want may be..."

When the young man heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, then he let out a breath and murmured: "The state is thick, the mind is far and pure, the texture is delicate, the bones and flesh are even, the embroidered clothes shine in late spring, the golden peacock and silver unicorn... After a few years, this Wei Daizi has grown a lot, and I can't write anything better than him for a while."

Cui Sheng's expression changed drastically when he heard this.

The young man helplessly put down his wolf's hair and said, "You'd better give up. I can't write it out. If you look for someone else, the same will be true, unless..."

Cui Sheng's eyes lit up: "Unless what?"

The young man smiled and said, "Unless the Era of the Xi family Erlang was on the spot, if he was there, you might still have a chance of turning the tables. Unfortunately, the Xiwei families have married now. No matter how easy he is to speak, you can't invite him."

Even Ouyang Zhemei, known as the number one talent in the Tang Dynasty, said this, and Cui Sheng was almost desperate now.

When I walked out of the box, I was in a bad mood, and my mind was buzzing. Could it be that I really want to lose to Wei Fengxie?

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a manager at the entrance of the stairs ran over.

"Mr., Mr.!"

Cui Sheng was in a bad mood and shouted in a deep voice: "Why are you panicking now?"

The manager was stunned at first, then walked forward with a decisive look and handed over a fragrant note with the fragrance of flowers.

"Please read, Mr. Lang, this is a poem I just received. I think it is of great use!"

Cui Sheng glanced at him hard, and saw that the manager still kept his movements and did not retreat, so he couldn't help but look down curiously.

"...This?!" Cui Sheng's eyes lit up.

Seeing this, the manager was happy and said, "This was sent by Linglong Pavilion just now. The servant who passed on the delivery said that it was the manuscript of Linglong Pavilion, the man Lianhua Fairy, who was the young man, who thought this poem... was very useful!"

"Linglong Pavilion?"

Cui Sheng and the manager looked at each other, and after a while, they understood the other person's meaning, but...

"Langjun, that sweet flower is just a slave and a lowly prostitute. As long as the Langjun sends someone to warn her, she will not dare to expose her if she gives her ten courage. As for the old madam, hehe, he is just a greedy person, just give her some benefits!"

When Cui Sheng heard this, he tightened his hands tightly, and finally reached out to take the incense paper from the manager's hand and said in a deep voice: "I will leave this matter to you. If I have done it, I will be rewarded with a lot. If there is any mistake..."

"I'll come and see you!" The manager continued with great eyesight.

Cui Sheng nodded with satisfaction, raised the incense paper, and looked at the beautiful short and twenty words on it, and started trembling unconsciously.

"God helps me, it's really God helps me! Hahahaha..."
Chapter completed!