In Wenzheng Pavilion, the poetry meeting continues in full swing.

The song "The Beauty" copied by Wei Yu is still hanging high in the first row.

The poems from second to tenth place were changed several times in just one hour. At this time, the servant hangs a new poem in the third place, which immediately attracts the attention of everyone present.

Before they could evaluate it, another good poem was hung up on the other side, and the release poem gradually reached its climax.

At this moment, a figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

I don’t know which fan girl from the brothel discovered it first and started screaming.

The screams alarmed everyone present. Everyone followed the sound and saw Cui Sheng standing there when he changed his clothes.

The slutty bag was like him, and he washed and dressed up his clothes. His moon-white Confucian robe and his long black hair were covered with a bun with a bun. He looked very handsome. Standing there, he gave people a look of extraordinary appearance, but his lips were too thin.

Cui Sheng's mouth smeared with rouge slightly raised, his expression was calm, but in fact he felt so excited.

Sweat was leaking from the palm of the hand holding the scroll, but I still had to pretend to be in place and walked down the stairs in vain.

Cui Sheng stood in the center of the hall, bowed to several judges on the stage, and said aloud: "After the students pondered hard, they finally lived up to the expectations of several mentors. I wrote a song and asked them to teach them!"

Although he is humble, his attitude is not like this.

"Bastard, how proud you are?" Wei Xi curled his lips and spat.

On the high platform, the Cui Laochao's entourage beside him waved. The entourage understood and slowly walked down the steps and took the scroll in Cui Sheng's hand.

At this moment, the whole audience was silent. Is it time to conquer the poems today in the release of animals?

The old man Cui looked at Cui Sheng repeatedly. Seeing that although Cui Sheng looked calm, he could not hide his excitement in his expression. He looked like he was sure to win.

However, after taking a look at the song "The Beauty Walk" hanging in the first row, Mr. Cui was still a little worried.

The follower returned, and the scroll in his hand was gently placed on the table of the main judge Yao Silian.

Yao Silian did not open the scroll as soon as possible, but looked at Cui's Su Lao with some meaning.

Seeing Cui Sheng so confident, the latter nodded slightly and bowed to Yao Silian, "I would like to ask Brother Jian to give a comment."

Yao Silian understood and was not vague. He reached out and untied the red rope tied into a bow, and the scroll slowly unfolded.

What comes to your eyes is not a poem, but a painting.

In the painting, a woman is sitting behind the windowsill, the curtains move with the wind, and the woman looks sad, soft and soft, wiping her tears while wiping her tears.

Yao Silian was stunned for a moment and looked up at Cui Sheng in the audience. This guy was really sensational. He continued to unfold the scroll.

In the upper right corner of the painting, a short 20-character poem attracted his attention.

Unlike paintings, the ink of this poem has a little polish, which is obvious at first glance.

Yao Silian glanced at him and the original expression of Gu Jing Wubo changed instantly.

Everyone here is paying attention to the old bachelor's every move. At this time, there is a change and everyone turns their attention to Cui Sheng.

Cui Sheng bowed to everyone, and his excitement and excitement could hardly be concealed, and his cheeks were flushed a little.

On the high platform, several judges had already stood up and stood behind Yao Silian.

In just twenty words, a glance is enough for them to remember it silently.

However, this poem is so beautiful that it makes people feel like they are in the scene with the beautiful woman crying on the railing.

Yao Silian couldn't help but chant: "The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deep in frowning her eyebrows, but she saw the tears wet, and I don't know who she hated."

“This is the best thing today!”

"Excellent, great, Cui has another Qilin son!"

“Great kindness!”

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"Two hundred gold coins?"

On the pleasure boat in Linglong Pavilion, the madam looked at the box of gold coins on the table in front of her with disbelief.

The manager arranged by Cui Sheng nodded arrogantly: "Yes, tell Fairy Lianhua that my young master bought that poem, and it has nothing to do with her from now on. Remember, this is not a transaction, but to notify you!"

"...I, this..." The madam didn't know how to respond for a moment.

There were two hundred gold coins in the box in front of her. Li Yuan’s solemn and solemn avatar was printed vividly, as if telling her... labor and capital are very valuable!

Is it collected or not?

At this moment, it is not the issue that the madam is considering.

Because even if she was born in the Jiaofangsi, she would not dare to resist such a huge monster as the Cui family in Qinghe.

What the madam was thinking about now was to go to Lianhua's boudoir again to see, maybe there was something worth hundreds of gold coins.

Seeing that she was already blinded by money, the manager sneered and reminded again: "Remember what I said just now. If you take the money and then come out to slander my young master, hum, be careful that your neck is not guaranteed."

After saying that, he left the madam in a daze at a box of gold coins.

I don’t know how long it took, but the madam gradually recovered and reached out to grab a handful of golden coins and stuffed them into her arms. She thought that she could put some more, and counted more than a dozen of them to fill them in, and her chest suddenly swelled a lot.

After all, the money for selling poetry does not belong to me. In order to block Lianhua's mouth, the madam planned to use both soft and hard work, and the gold coins on her chest were regarded as her unremitting labor expenses...

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In the private room on the third floor of Linglong Pavilion.

Fairy Lianhua is playing chess with a young man named Zhang. He is from an average man, but he has a good adoptive father.

With his good appearance, certain talent and resourceful means, he has made a name for himself in Chang'an.

Institutions like the Jiaofangsi were just tools for promotion and wealth in his hands.

So, even though Fairy Lianhua doesn't want to pick up customers, she can't refuse him.

"I heard you have just gone to see Erlang of the Xi family?" Mr. Zhang looked at the chessboard and asked for no reason.

Fairy Lianhua paused with her hand holding the chess piece, then landed the chess piece on the chessboard, and nodded with a smile.

Mr. Zhang asked again: "Is he a wonderful person?"

Fairy Lianhua showed a thoughtful expression, then shook her head: "He is a talented and knowledgeable weirdo!"

"Oh!" Mr. Zhang looked up at her: "What's the solution?"

Fairy Lianhua told the scene that happened in Mingxinfang, and handed him the injured finger.

Mr. Zhang reached out to catch the fairy Lianhua, frowned slightly, and said, "You mean, he wrote such a masterpiece without thinking?"

Fairy Lianhua let him hold his little hand, showing respect, and recalled: "It's not without thinking. He looked at the poor people outside the window with smiling faces. I saw understanding and helplessness in his eyes."

Speaking of this, Fairy Lianhua's eyes could not help but be stained with a layer of mist. She snuggled into Mr. Zhang's arms and murmured softly: "I see the tears wet, I don't know who I hate... Zhang Lang, when will this day be the end of my life..."
Chapter completed!