Hearing this, a smile appeared on Li Miao's lips.

This is his real goal, one hundred taels of silver.

To be honest, he doesn't mean to underestimate the talents in this world.

Just like Ji Gang and Zhang Feng, according to his usual understanding, although these two people are not the top talents, their talents can be admired by Li Miao, not to mention the top talents.

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Therefore, even though he has many poems from his world in his mind, because he does not know what the next poem will be titled, he is not 100% confident that he can find it among them.

The corresponding poem can definitely enter the top three. In other words, he is not 100% sure to get one thousand taels of silver, five hundred taels of silver, or two hundred taels of silver.

As for why he, as an engineering dog, has so many poems in his mind, it starts from his college days. At that time, in order to pursue a certain fair and beautiful senior sister in the literary club, he specially wrote this

On the one hand, a lot of effort has been put into it.

It's a pity that it didn't attract the attention of the fair and beautiful senior sister, but it actually worked here.

He was not completely sure of getting the top three in this poetry competition. However, facing Xie Anyu in front of him, he was confident enough to take out any poem in his mind and he would be able to knock off Xie Anyu and win him.

After receiving the one hundred taels of silver, you can tell how good Xie Anyu is from the complacency he showed when he recited the peach blossom poem.

In this case, why is it only one hundred taels of silver and not more?

Nothing is too much, but too much will arouse Xie Anyu's vigilance, and he will not take the bait easily. Judging from his expression just now, one hundred taels is just right.

Moreover, one hundred taels is a huge sum of money for Li Miao today.

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After Xie Anyu left, Li Miao sat back in her seat.

The bun-faced maid sitting nearby quickly came over and said with a worried look on her face: "Master Li, do you have so much money?"

As Li Miao often borrows money from her, she is naturally very aware of Li Miao's financial situation.

Without waiting for Li Miao to reply, she continued: "I don't have so much money with me now, how about I go back and get it now?"

Hearing this, Li Miao couldn't help but feel a little moved. He knew that this little maid was very concerned about money, and he also knew that one hundred taels would definitely take a lot of time for her, but now she was so unhesitating.

Take it out.

Reaching out to rub her little head amid her dissatisfaction, Li Miao smiled and said, "Don't worry, there is absolutely no way I will lose to that person."

Seeing Li Miao's confidence, Ji Gang and Zhang Feng, who wanted to say something, had to swallow their words. They couldn't help but wonder why he was so confident. The two people who knew his details knew about him.

It is difficult to write a poem on the level of Xie Anyu's peach blossom poem...

Unknowingly, more and more students have appeared here, and many of the empty seats have been filled with people, which means that this poetry meeting is about to begin.

Sure enough, not long after, a beautiful woman appeared in the sight of all the students. They saw this beautiful woman slowly walking down the stairs on the second floor and arriving at the center of the hall, followed by two people.

A beautiful young woman wearing a red dress and a green dress respectively.

The moment the three people appeared, the originally noisy hall became quiet, and all the students' eyes were directed towards these three people.

The beautiful woman is none other than the boss of Bishui Pavilion, named Chen Yuqing, and the two women behind her are the most famous top names in Bishui Pavilion in recent years, Qingluan and Hongyu.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all..."

Chen Yuqing, the owner of Bishui Pavilion, first gave an opening speech for about half a quarter of an hour, and then announced the start of the poetry meeting.

First, two good-looking maids came out carrying a small wooden box, and then placed it on the table in front of Chen Yuqing.

There are many small bamboo pieces inside this small wooden box. These small bamboo pieces have words engraved on them. The title of this poetry meeting was selected from them.

Chen Yuqing was seen taking a step forward, and under the gaze of everyone, he reached into the small wooden box. After groping for a while, he took out a small bamboo piece from it.

After seeing the words engraved on it clearly, Chen Yuqing smiled, and then raised the small bamboo piece so that others could see it.

"Everyone, the title of this poetry meeting has come out. There is only one word: flower."

Hearing this, Xie Anyu smiled at a certain position. This was what he was best at, and he couldn't help but proudly looked towards where Li Miao was.

Unfortunately, due to the angle, he did not see what he expected to see.

Li Miao also smiled. Plum blossoms, lotus flowers, peonies... Various flowers appeared in his mind, as well as corresponding poems. Among them, there were many poems that had been passed down through the ages. He seemed to have seen them.

That large amount of white money beckoned to me.

Next, many little maids came out and distributed a piece of propaganda, a writing brush, and an inkstone with ink to each student present.

Looking at the maid who was about to come over, Li Miao suddenly remembered a question that made his heart beat, and he quickly asked Ji Gang who was standing aside: "Brother Ji Gang, is there a rule that each person can only write one song?"<

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"There is no such rule, Brother Sanshui, why do you suddenly ask..."

As he said that, Ji Gang suddenly reacted, and immediately looked at Li Miao with a different look, filled with great surprise: "Brother Sanshui, could it be that you want to?"

There is not much difference between the expressions of Zhang Feng and Ji Gang.

Li Miao just smiled and said nothing.

At this time, the maid came to them.

Li Miao smiled at the little maid in front of her and asked gently: "Girl, can you give me two more pieces of paper?"

"Sir, it's okay."

The little maid's pretty face heated up, she lowered her head slightly, and in a panic, she pulled out two more pieces of paper and gave them to Li Miao.

I said in my heart: This young man smiles so beautifully, and his voice is so gentle.

Seeing this scene, the bun-faced maid curled her lips.

Soon, all the students present were ready, and with Chen Yuqing personally lighting a stick of incense, the poetry meeting began.

Some students had already conceived the topic shortly after the topic was announced. At this moment, they picked up the brush and started writing on the paper in front of them.

Of course, the vast majority of students are not in a hurry to start writing and are still in the process of conceiving. Those who already have ideas in their minds strive to make them more perfect, and those who have not yet had an idea in their minds need to take more time to conceive.

Li Miao was not in a hurry to write.

Of course, he is different from others. Others are conceiving, and he is thinking about which poem is more suitable.

After about half a quarter of an hour, Li Miao already had the answer in his mind.
Chapter completed!