Every day, it has become a common practice for famous gardens in Chang'an City to be opened for new Jinshi. Where to pick flowers among Jinshi, it has become an important criterion for evaluating the quality of each garden in the market. The owner of the garden naturally enjoys fulfilling such elegant things. Cui Po and Jin Yunqing's clothes and horses were angry. Just as he arrived at the gate of Rongyuan, there were already waiting on the side. The waiter who was watching shouted loudly with a red face: "Tanhua is here, toast, and firecrackers!" Two smart servants next to him served two cups of water wine. Cui Po and the two drank it in one gulp. Amid the loud cheers of the crowd and the sound of firecrackers, they dismounted into the park.

When he came to the garden, Cui Po, who had heard of Rong Garden's name, saw that there was indeed a beautiful scenery in front of him, including pavilions, towers, strange flowers and rocks, and small bridges and flowing water. For a moment, he forgot that he was in Chang'an, the northern part, as if he was re-emerging in the exquisite and beautiful misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Jin Yunqing from the small country of Haidong was even more dumbfounded. What can he say?

When the two had something to do, they had no time to give it a detailed appreciation. After sighing, they separated and searched for each other.

When we met again, Cui Po, who was holding a white gardenia, saw that Jin Yunqing was holding a brilliant golden crab claw chrysanthemum the size of a sea bowl. The petals of the chrysanthemum were long and bright in color, which was particularly eye-catching.

Seeing the plain white gardenia in Cui Po's hand, Jin Yunqing was stunned and said in a slightly strange voice: "Why did Brother Cui Nian choose such plain and light flowers?" It turned out that in Chang'an City, from emperors, generals, and peddlers, the ones they love were the most gorgeous and colorful flowers. For example, peonies, the ones they love were the bright red and dark purple colors, and they often don't hesitate to make a fortune. Therefore, there is a saying that "a bunch of dark flowers is a tribute to ten households". On the contrary, those plain and light flowers are not favored by the people who love strong and unrestrained Chang'an, so he asked this question.

"I just like the purity of this flower and the fragrance." Cui Po replied with a smile, and then the two of them left the garden and went back to Qujiang.

If Cui Po came here, then Jin Yunqing, who was holding the crab claw chrysanthemum in his hand, was the romantic. The onlookers were almost disdainful of the gardenia in Cui Po's hand, and the strange yellow chrysanthemum was pointed and praised.

After a long time of delay, the two of them had just turned back to Furong Garden. There were people watching who had already informed them in advance. Suddenly, the new Jinshi and the ladies who were scattering around the hall all passed by the road again.

The two were still greeted by Master Yang Yan. Seeing the beautiful Huang Ju, she couldn't help but show a hint of obsession in her eyes. When she saw the gardenia in Cui Po's hand, she was slightly stunned and said, "Haha! The top scholar is indeed different. Now you have already found a famous flower. How can you not have a poem if you have a flower? So I asked the top scholar to write a poem based on the flower in my hand, which also adds a good story to this Qujiang."

As soon as he said this, the people beside him shouted Miao. Cui Po naturally knew that Yang Yan was making him famous and had good intentions. In this situation today, he could not refuse. Looking at the weeping willows that were walking in front of him, which were filled with dark green colors and were gently blowing with the wind, he pondered for a moment and said, "The gardenia is light white and the willows are dark green, and the willow catkins fly all over the city. I am so sad that there is a snow on the east railing. How much can I get in my life with love!"

The young man was in high school, and when he was in his life, Cui Po's poem was beautiful, but he was too lonely! He couldn't help but sweep away the interest of other new Jinshis with the same mind as fire. Therefore, there were only a few applauding, and it was a bit unstoppable.

Yang Yan heard that his body was involuntarily in his poem, and did not understand the reason, but for fear that there would be other changes, he laughed and said a little: "The top scholar is really talented! He has praised such a masterpiece with profound ideas. Since the famous flower has been broken, how can he not give it to a beautiful woman? A talented man, a famous flower, and a beautiful woman, this move is also a source of elegance. Please let the two flower envoys take care of themselves!" After saying that, he did not forget to signal Cui Po with his eyes.

Holding a gardenia in his hand and breaking through the crowd, Cui Po slowly walked towards the colorful tent. The ladies behind him were also following each other in a row. They all wanted to know that they were the sisters again today, and they could take the lead at this year's Qujiang Banquet and get this top scholar flower.

The closer he moved, the closer he was, Cui Po's feet became more and more slower, and he wanted to turn around and leave several times, and he no longer wanted to be glorious of the top scholar, and he ignored the pressure of this wealthy family. Such thoughts only burned his heart like a tongue of flames. He couldn't bear it for a few years. When he was about to go, his mother's haggard face slightly dyed his hair; the broken courtyard in his home that was buried under someone's fence; the tender and thin shoulders of pomegranate and loquat; and the sword and war that burned the world three or four years later, he left, and from then on, the only relatives in this life will be wandering with him. How can he leave?

"I have been back for a thousand years, and I avoid it again and again. I can't imagine that the four words "follow love and indulge in my will" are still just a dream. Since I can't live happily in my life, I have to blame myself for being indulgent. I am willing to sink into the turbid officialdom, and the swords and killings, come all the things that should come!" While walking, Cui Po muttered to himself. His handsome face was less elegant at this moment, and all his decisive and decisive determination appeared faintly.

Although his pace is slow, there is always a time to finish the journey. At a moment, Cui Po had already arrived before the colorful tent. This tent was like other boudoir lottery tents. There was a young maid in green clothes standing outside, one for watching the style of the wait-and-see style; it was also for pre-report.

Before taking this step, no one noticed Cui Po's sigh. One step away, two lifespans will no longer be independent, and this heart will be pure and difficult to be pure.

"It is hard to cross the mountain, who is sad about the lost path? Life is just like this!" After talking sadly, he withdrew his eyes that looked up to the sky. Cui Po stepped forward and said to the little Qingyi: "Please inform me, Cui Po from Dingzhou, Hedong Road, asked to see Miss Jingruo."

"It's her, hey! I'm afraid that Miss Guo's famous flower has a master this time! The top scholar and she are really handsome and beautiful. It's so enviable and jealous." As soon as Cui Po said this, everyone with him heard that Miss Guo's famous Jinghua was in the tent. Then he couldn't help but admire him so much, but there was always a hint of sourness in these words.

Cui Po was still intent on listening to these gossips at this time, and was planning urgently. If the tent was the rude woman in yellow clothes that she saw in the East City of Chang'an that day, how could she speak? While he was thinking in his heart, he suddenly saw the tent open and two women in yellow clothes walked out. They just saw what they saw on the bow of the boat. They looked at Cui Po for a moment. They saw one of them with a sweeping fury and staring at the bright and beautiful girl with big eyes, saying, "Sister Wang Jingruo is very kind to you, hum! Are you still willing to come? Why are you still standing there? My sister let you in?" After puffing up her mouth and said this, she and the two of them went to the side and made way for the way.

Cui Po thanked him, but did not answer. He put on his clothes and held the gardenia in his hand and walked towards the tent.
Chapter completed!