The night wind blows, and the pleasure boats on the Huangji River are brightly lit. Looking down from a high place, the many pleasure boats make the Huangji River a gorgeous huge light belt.

Every pleasure boat is very lively, and laughter from men and women is heard.

There are large, small, high and low, and different uses. There are brothels, gambling, restaurants, and other pleasure boats for eating, drinking and having fun. In addition to these live-action boats, many big people have their own pleasure boats. They dock on the shore when they are useless and hire special people to maintain them. When needed, they are used to receive relatives and friends.

Owning a pleasure boat can be said to be a symbol of strength. A very rich man may not be able to own a pleasure boat, because although the Huangji River is large, in order to avoid the number of pleasure boats too many, the official family has limited the number of pleasure boats.

If you want to own a pleasure boat, you need not only money, but also relationships.

Moreover, there are restrictions on traveling in Huangji River at night. Like those specially used for business, most of them can only walk around the nearest place to the shore. People in the city of Mirror know that the owner of the boat that can be paddled into the center of the river is extremely expensive.

It seems like tonight that there is only one such huge pleasure boat docked in the center of the river.

The pleasure boat looks quiet and elegant because it is far away from many pleasure boats.

In the pleasure boat, young literati and students were drinking and reciting poems and talking, and a beautiful maid was waiting on one side.

A middle-aged man and a young man were sitting in the main seat, and the two were joking.

"Mr. Zhou, if you like this pleasure boat, I will give you one." The middle-aged man had a tough and masculine face and looked heroic, and he said with a smile.

Zhou Fan smiled and shook his head, "Your Highness, I won't take away what I like."

The sixth prince Li Yuanji next to Zhou Fan. I have to say that this sixth prince is a man full of male charm.

But because of this, Zhou Fan looked at the literati and scholars in the hall, and he couldn't help but wonder, would there be the mistress of the sixth prince among them?

Or are they all?

"That's fine." The Sixth Prince chuckled and said, "To be honest, in order to build this pleasure boat, I almost exhausted my family. If Lord Zhou really said he wanted it, I would definitely regret it and wouldn't bear to leave it."

"Your Highness is joking." Zhou Fan came back to his senses and responded quickly.

While the two were talking, a middle-aged man in a white shirt walked to the sixth prince and said, "Your Highness, the poetry meeting can begin. Please give a question for this poetry meeting?"

The Sixth Prince's pleasure boat was held tonight as a poetry meeting.

The sixth prince smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou is here, how dare I ask Master Zhou to give the question."

Zhou Fan smiled and said, "I am just a vulgar warrior, so I'd better off doing this."

The sixth prince laughed and said, "Mr. Zhou is really humorous. Who doesn't know that the Hanbei Dao master is both civil and military. A poem "Chrysanthemum Platform" and a poem "Shengsheng Slow" are sung all over the world, and they also get the elegant title of Zhou chrysanthemum."

When Zhou Fan heard someone like the Sixth Prince called him Zhou Juhua, his heart twitched, and he coughed dryly, "That was just a lucky work. In fact, I was just barely forced to do poetry."

"Master Zhou is too humble." The Sixth Prince glanced at the guests in the hall and said with a smile: "These are all talented men who are famous for their mirrors. They are usually arrogant and arrogant. Do you think they came for me? They wanted to meet you, a great poet and a great poet, so you still have to come for this topic."

After the Sixth Prince finished speaking, the literati and scholar who were drinking and having fun stopped and looked at Zhou Fan with burning eyes, just as the Sixth Prince said, they were coming for him.

Zhou Fan's mouth twitched slightly. It was not easy to ask questions. He just wanted to ask questions randomly and deal with them. However, a middle-aged man in white shirt next to the Sixth Prince smiled and interrupted: "Your Highness, it would be unfair if Lord Zhou asked questions."

"Oh, why?" the Sixth Prince asked in surprise.

"Because the talented men in our mirror city come tonight, they are not only satisfied with Master Zhou, they want to compete with Master Zhou in poetry." said the middle-aged man in white clothes.

"What Mr. Guo said was exactly what we thought." A young literati immediately replied: "I would like to ask Master Zhou for advice."

"Absurd." The sixth prince said quite displeased: "Where are you waiting for, and you dare to compete with Lord Zhou in poetry. Have you ever written a famous poem of Zhou Da? Master Zhou gave a question and could ask Lord Zhou to comment."

Zhou Fan felt speechless. He thought that coming to the pleasure boat was just drinking and having fun. When he knew it was a poetry meeting, it was impossible to give up. Unexpectedly, what he feared the most was still happening.

Whether it is commenting on poems or asking him to write a poem, it is too difficult for him.

I, a fake great poet and great poet, are afraid that I will lose my reputation tonight... Zhou Fan said silently.

However, even if he loses his reputation, he doesn't care, because he doesn't rely on talent to make a living, and he relies on his own cultivation level. The sixth prince probably didn't expect that Zhou Fan was a fake poet, and he just wanted to meet his preferences when preparing for the poetry meeting.

The sixth prince scolded him, but the scholars below did not dare to say anything, because they did not have any excellent poetry works like Zhou Fan.

"Master Zhou, don't worry about them, but it's not impossible for you to compete with them if you are interested." The Sixth Prince threw the decision to Zhou Fan.

"This..." Zhou Fan hesitated for a moment and said, "As the Lord, your Highness decides to do it."

In his opinion, stretching the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife. No matter which one you choose, there is no big difference.

"Since that's the case, it's better for me to give the question. If Lord Zhou wants to write poetry, write it. If he doesn't want to write, he will give them some comments and select the best poem tonight. What does Lord Zhou think?" said the Sixth Prince with a smile.

The Sixth Prince was considered as Zhou Fan and did not let Zhou Fan fall into a dilemma, but unfortunately he didn't know that Zhou Fan didn't even have the level of comments...

Zhou Fan nodded and agreed. He thought that at worst, I could not choose a poem with shamelessness, and only said it was good, not what it was good. If I force me to say it, I would say what content the poem expresses the feelings of the poem (citto).

After all, I have learned to appreciate poetry... Zhou Fan thought silently.

"Let me think about what kind of question is appropriate." The Sixth Prince really frowned and thought.

Everyone looked at the Sixth Prince and waited patiently. The poem title was not easy to come up with. If it was a common poem title, then anyone could answer it. It would be too simple. If it was too difficult, for example, a poem titled "shit" was written... the questioner would be beaten to death.

"Since ancient times, the word "love" is the most difficult to explain..." The sixth prince's eyebrows stretched.

Everyone's faces were subtle, and almost everyone had written poems about love, which was too simple.

But the Sixth Prince hasn't finished speaking yet.
Chapter completed!