Even Su Yun'er was frightened by this sentence. Qiao Yongle couldn't do anything else. If he was the second in trouble making trouble in Hangzhou, no one would dare to be called the first.

"Haha, Mr. Qiao is the son of the prefect, so naturally he will not do such unreasonable things. We are all literati, why should we hurt the harmony? Why don't we each write a poem with this lantern, and whoever wins will listen to whoever wins.

, how about it?" A person walked out of the crowd, but it was an old man.

When everyone saw the old man, they all bowed their hands and saluted.

"I met Mr. He..."

He Lao raised his hand: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, haha."

Now everyone insists on their own story, and they all say that they made the appointment, but they didn't listen to Liu Sisi's explanation of how they got here.

Today is the Lantern Festival. After more than ten days of hard work, Liu Sisi has successfully made stinky tofu according to Jiang Ning's method. It is also supplemented with three condiments: hot and sour, marinade, and garlic. Although she made great determination at the time,

I took one bite, but after that I felt it became more and more delicious. Under her "force", Ping'er also fell in love with the dish of stinky tofu.

I thought that if I could launch it and take advantage of the crowds during the Lantern Festival, I might try to sell some here first. Firstly, the stinky tofu is indeed delicious. Secondly, it was worthy of Jiang Ning’s kindness. Unexpectedly, after leaving the house, the stall on the road was already there.

There was not much left, so I searched two streets and decided to

I decided to set up the willow embankment opposite Zuixian Tower as the place to set up my stall tomorrow. I turned around and saw the lantern of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I was reminded of my own life experience for a while. I was afraid I would be alone for the rest of my life while searching. Compared to this Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, I

Rather, I fell into trance in an instant.

The level of prefect is nothing in Luoyang. It is the imperial capital, the seat of imperial power, and the core of the power and politics of the Great Xia Dynasty. Today you are a third-grade, second-grade or even a relative of the emperor, but tomorrow you may become a commoner.

Or become a dead soul under the executioner's knife at the market entrance.

But it was different in Hangzhou. The highest power in Hangzhou was in the hands of the prefects and generals. She knew many people who were more dandy, more arrogant, and had a bigger background than the playboy in front of her. But now she has already

She is no longer the same person as before.

So she had no way to refuse, and in order to survive, she had no way to have an attack, and a wave of despair surged up from the bottom of her heart. Su Yun'er's appearance could not change anything. Even Su Yun'er's own fate was controlled by Mama Liu of the Banquet Building.

in hands.

Although He Shili's appearance broke the deadlock, it basically had little effect, at least in Liu Sisi's view. There were two talented men behind Qiao Yongle. The threat just now was made very clear. The people upstairs,

You might be in the limelight on weekdays, but not today.

Although Qiao Yongle was displeased, he did not dare to talk back to the Hangzhou scholar in front of so many people. Otherwise, the old guy would directly complain to his father, and he would not be able to avoid being punched and kicked. He immediately smiled and said: "Then

It's natural. Since ancient times, talented men have paired with beautiful women. He Lao made the decision, so I'll write a poem here, what's the title..."

Qiao Yongle said, looking at the huge lantern above his head: "How about using this allusion of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? Su Yun'er, do you dare to fight?"

"I'll come first..." Before Su Yun'er could say anything, the person behind Qiao Yongle had already stepped forward, walked a few steps, and smiled: "This song is called Qixi Festival..."

“The two sides of the Taiwan Strait are so separated that our hearts are broken, and the other side is beyond our reach.

Faithful love is like a magpie bird, fluttering its wings to build a bridge on July 7th.

Once a year on the Magpie Bridge, the couple, mother and son have a happy reunion.

After complaining about the pain of longing for each other for many years, the beautiful woman met Yuanxi in a dream."

"good……"

There were people around him who were complimenting him, and he could complete this poem within ten steps. Although it was not a masterpiece, it was still pretty good. He Shili frowned slightly, and finally managed to say: "It's true that it rhymes with the same pattern.

It's quite charming, I don't know about Miss Yun'er..."

When the ancients wrote poems, they generally paid attention to being immersed in the scene or being drunk with good wine. Either they had already thought about it a lot before, or they were inspired to write it in one breath, or they thought about it repeatedly after making the idea, and then a famous poem came out.

For example, the double-walled Yuefu of Han Dynasty and Bai Juyi's "

"Song of Everlasting Regret" and the like are not completed overnight. Being able to compose a poem within ten steps after coming up with the idea is considered to be quite talented. If Qiao Yongle wins today, there will definitely be talented people and beautiful women who can make friends through literature.

, the rumor that he finally won the heart of a beautiful woman.

Although Su Yun'er has read books, she has the same limited knowledge as Liu Sisi. Regarding poetry and poetry, she knows what is good and what is bad, but she can't tell what is good or bad, just like the previous "Chun Jiang"

"Flower Moon Night", she knew that this poem was a good poem and would definitely be famous throughout the ages. The current poem "Qixi Festival" was just mediocre, and there were too many such poems at poetry gatherings.

If she was asked to dance or come up with a random poem, she would not be afraid, but she chose to compose poetry.

But if talent is not better than poetry, how can it be better than singing and dancing, something that is less elegant?

Su Yun'er looked at Liu Sisi. She was anxious, but she didn't dare to show it. She held Liu Sisi's hand tightly. There were thin beads of sweat on their palms.

Now they have reached a dead end. Su Yun'er and Liu Sisi don't know the poet, but Chen Qinian and others upstairs do.

The poet's name is Fei Qingming, and he is also a talented man. Although his talent and fame are not as good as those of Chen Qinian, he has a unique skill, which is speed. He has some good works, but not many, but he has written a lot of poems. In ancient times, there was Cao Zhi

Seven steps to success

The poem, "Qixi" written by Fei Qingming in ten steps, is faster than that. Unless Zhao Chengpeng of Donglin Club comes out, there may be hope, but even if Zhao Chengpeng comes out, he is not related to these two people, so he should not be affected by this.

Offend the governor's office.

Chen Qinian glanced at Su Yun'er and knew that Su Yun'er was asking him for help. He could also compose a poem with the Cowherd and Weaver Girl on the lantern, but the poem he made in such a fast time may not be good.

Qingming, on the one hand, letting Fei Qingming take the opportunity to rise to power is equivalent to a slap in the face in terms of talent and learning; on the other hand, if he loses, his reputation in Hangzhou will be greatly reduced.

Only a talented person with a lower reputation than Fei Qingming can succeed in this kind of thing. If he wins the position, he will not be ashamed if he loses. He might even win the favor of the girl Sisi, but the price he pays will definitely be to offend Qiao Yongle.

In this case, Fei Qingming is the direct general. They are not helping or not helping. After weighing the pros and cons, one is a brothel dancer and the other is the prince of the prefecture. They have their own thoughts in their hearts.

When Su Yun'er saw this, she was extremely disappointed. She pointed at Qiao Yongle and said coquettishly: "You... you bully people..."

Qiao Yongle took a step forward, and the two of them quickly took two steps back.

"Bullying people? Where are you being bullied? Haha, if no one can compose a poem within ten steps, then you lose, haha..." Qiao Yongle said with a proud smile. He knew exactly what everyone was thinking.

Chu, if He Shili hadn't interfered, there wouldn't have been so much trouble, but now it can be regarded as blocking everyone's mouth.

"If you can't do it, haha..." Qiao Yongle looked at Liu Sisi with a squinting look, as if she was a piece of fish on a sticky board, ready to be slaughtered.

"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness."

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world."

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back!"
Chapter completed!