"Yes, now it is a beautiful and charming girl's house."

Zhang??yuan shook the paper fan in agitation, staring at Fang Yuanxi with his eyes tightly. Fang Hongye kicked up: "You two put away your eyes and dare to turn on my sister again, I'll poke you blindly."

"??Hehe..." Zhang Xinjue and Zhang Yuan hid for a while, smiling without fear at all.

?Fang Yuanxi felt a little embarrassed. After all, she was her daughter's house, but she was used to it. Because she appeared there, she was stared at by many talented men around her with hot eyes.

?”?Who is this woman?”

? "?I don't know, I'm still covered with a veil. Could it be that I'm ugly and dare not treat people?"

? Zhou? There were many talented men around him, and the talented women stared at Fang Yuanxi, who was covered with veil, and someone said, "Isn't this a talented man Fang Hongye, the son of the Censor Fang? The woman around him should be his sister Fang Yuanxi!"

?? "Fang Yuanxi, is it that adopted daughter of Lord Fang?"

"??That's right, I heard that she is still a mute."

"Muzi..." These people looked at Fang Yuanxi with strange eyes, and many talented men shook their heads: "What a pity..." Fang Hongye pulled Fang Yuanxi, Zhang Xinjue and Zhang Yuan came to sit on the second floor, looking at the two talented men fighting poems on the stage below.

? "Yuan Xi, just look at the one present, can anyone like that talented man?"

?Fang Hongye joked, Fang Yuanxi's eyes turned pale, and then he looked up slightly. Unfortunately, he looked at each other with Huang Jingyu, a handsome and handsome eighth prince in a black robe on the VIP seat on the third floor, which made Fang Yuanxi's phoenix eyes stunned.

? "?What a coincidence, isn't this Lord Fang's adopted daughter?"

Yang Xuehai looked at Fang Hongye's side, and Fang Yuanxi, who was covered with a veil, still recognized her identity and smiled at Zhou Jingyu: "When she fell into the water, your highness, you saved her."

?"?yes."

??Zhou Jingyu also smiled, staring and Fang Yuanxi looked at each other, and vaguely remembered the ten-year-old girl who fell into the water and was rescued by herself five years ago. Now she is a graceful and generous lady from a wealthy family.

??Fang Yuanxi's pretty face was blushed by Zhou Jingyu's staring eyes, and she quickly lowered her head. Obviously, she also recognized the eighth prince Zhou Jingyu, and remembered that he saved her back then, which made Yuan Xi feel inexplicably moved. This feeling was very strange and she couldn't describe it.

Fang Hongye and Zhang Xinjue did not find that the eighth prince Zhou Jingyu was on the third floor. They were looking downstairs on the stage and competing poems in rounds.

?This is the title of Mo Yuanlou. For example, with wine or scenery as the topic, letting these talented men and beautiful people write poems and fight to see who can do better. With this as the lottery, the head of Mo Yuanlou will hang the winner's poems at the gate for the people of the entire capital to appreciate them.

?In short? In short, Mo Yuanlou is a platform that allows these great talents to show their talents.

? "?Today's title is written with cold plums!"

The servant from Mo Yuanlou came to the stage to report the topic, and the talented and beautiful people in the audience were eager to try to think about writing poems with Han Plum.

? "?There is a unique plum blossom tonight..." ? Suddenly, a talented man jumped onto the stage and was eager to start writing poetry. However, after reading the second half of the sentence, he was stuck, causing laughter to occur.

"??I'll come, I'll come..." Another talented man jumped up and thought to himself in a pretentious manner. As a result, he kept booing from the audience. He felt that he was doing too badly and jumped off the stage with shame.

? "?Your Highness, what good poems do you think of?"

??Wu Mu turned his head to look at Zhou Jingyu, and found that his eyes were staring at the second floor from time to time, and Fang Yuanxi beside Fang Hongye was watching.

? "?Your Highness, you have already looked at the adopted daughter of Lord Fang, may you look at him?"

Yang Xuehai smiled, Zhou Jingyu closed his eyes and covered up, "Nothing."

??"hehe."

??Wu Mu and Yang Xuehai smiled, Zhou Jingyu rolled their eyes and said, "I didn't expect Han Mei's poems."

After a few cups of wine, there were many talented men who came to the stage to write poems, but there were still no good works. Finally, Zhang Lezhang, who was known as a talented man in Jiangnan, walked onto the stage with confidence. He looked around and smiled: "Suddenly, he saw a cold plum tree blooming on the riverside of the Han River.

I don’t know that the spring is early, I’m suspected that it’s a pearl-playing person.”

"?Good poem..." Suddenly, the talented men and beautiful people from the audience applauded. Zhao Lezhang deserves to be a talented man in Jiangnan. A five-character poem that surpassed those talented men before.

?"? This Zhao Lezhang is indeed a bit talented."

Zhou Jingyu from the Third Building smiled and nodded, giving affirmation. Yang Xuehai and Wu Mu also smiled: "Your Highness, do you think this person will be the top scorer this year?"

?? "That's not necessarily."

Zhou Jingyu shook his head and smiled.

Fang Hongye and Zhang Awakening Zhang Yuan and the others in the second building were a little unhappy when they looked at Zhao Lezhang who was in the limelight on the stage. They felt that this talented man in Jiangnan was overwhelming the talented man in the capital.

But??However, the many talented men present were shallow in their minds and could not produce good poems. Fang Hongye turned his head to look at his sister Fang Yuanxi: "Yuanxi, do you have a poem about cold plums?"

??Fang Yuanxi thought for a while and nodded. Fang Hongye was excited. He knew that his sister was very talented, but because of her daughter, he could only stay in the boudoir and write and draw by himself. Seeing that she had a poem, Fang Hongye immediately took out the paper and pen: "You write it down and let's take a look."

?So Fang Yuanxi wrote his own poem and said in sign language: "This is what I thought of when I gave it to my father last year."

? "?Okay, it's such a good poem."

Fang Hongye held the rice paper and looked at the poem written by Fang Yuanxi. Zhang Juexin and Zhang Yuan were also shocked and admired.

? "?Will anyone else come on stage to try it?"

?? At this moment, Zhao Lezhang was still on stage. Seeing that no one was on stage to write poems again, he became more confident and proud, and smiled and said, "It seems that the poet's leader tonight is mine, Zhao, again."

?For example? This scene made Yang Xuehai on the third floor frown: "This talented man in Jiangnan is very arrogant."

?? "Well, if I weren't as weak as I was, how could I make him arrogant?"

Wu Mu glared, but unfortunately he followed Wu.

Suddenly, Fang Hongye jumped onto the stage, looked at Zhao Lezhang in a sneer, "Who said there is no one?"

Zhao??Myong turned his head and looked at Fang Hongye, bowed and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Fang, do you have a better poem than me?"

?"?certainly."

??Fang Hongye was full of confidence, and many talents from the audience were interested. Zhou Jingyu on the third floor was also surprised. He couldn't help but look at Fang Yuanxi on the second floor, and then looked at Fang Hongye on the upper stage and smiled: "My son, Mr. Fang, seems to have failed the exam once last year."

"??Yes, it's a pity that he didn't continue to be the talent of Master Fang."

Yang Xuehai nodded and smiled.

??After all, Fang Liang was the top scholar at that time, and now he is the censor.

"??The spring scenery in the imperial city is full of cold plums, and I will never be drunk when I leave my hatred.

What should I do to avoid the farewell? This trip should be returned the next year.

The sun is coming into the river and the carvings are overwhelmed by the snow. The snow is blowing and the clouds are coming immediately.

If you think about it, don’t forget the Qingshi School, and you will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who

Fang Hongye was quite imposing. When he read this poem, all the talented men and beautiful people present were stunned and all were stunned.

?? Especially Zhao Lezhang, he was also stunned, his face changed constantly, as if he was savoring the poem carefully... "Is this really a poem written by Fang Hongye?"

?? "What a poem..."??The talented men who reacted exclaimed in surprise and looked at the proud Fang Hongye on the stage incredibly.

?”?This kid is really impressive.”

Yang Xuehai was surprised and felt that this poem was better than Zhao Lezhang's five-character poem.

?”? Well, he is indeed a talented person.”

Wu Mu does not understand poetry, but he also feels that this poem is deeply substituted.
Chapter completed!