"What a feast, I burst into tears!"

Chen Xian looked back and saw that Huang Shao was holding a wine pot, and he was slightly drunk.

Today, Huang Magistrate was wearing an elegant beige cloth robe. In addition, he was young and handsome, and his long hair on his forehead was surrounded by wind, which made him look a bit elegant.

Huang Shao approached the two, with a free and easy smile on his face, and said, "When painting candles compete for chess, Jin Zun counts the wine cakes. Still dreaming of Jincheng, I forgot about being in Nanzhou." After reciting this article by Lu You's "Rain Night", he sighed with emotion and said, "When I was in high school, I had angry horses and flowers, and was full of energy, but now I am about to fall into this candle competition for chess, Jin Zun counts the wine..."

Chen Xian was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that although Huang Shao had a small official title and a low rank, Hangzhou was the most fertile land in the Ming Dynasty, and Qiantang was the most fertile land in Hangzhou. He could become the magistrate of Qiantang County at such a young age, and there was no doubt that his future would be prominent.

Now that Huang Shao has excellent acting skills, he has come over and said such self-pitying words. Obviously, he would not say that he would give himself a talented scholar, but that would only... say that he would... say that he would like to Mi Huang beside him.

Several people looked over there with thoughtfulness at the performances on the lake platform. These men were able to stand out from thousands of practitioners in the entire Hangzhou city and were carefully selected to participate in this courtesan competition. Naturally, they each had their own strengths in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, light singing and dancing. As soon as the famous people appeared, they could hear neat calls on the shore and on the lake, and they were like celebrities who were surrounded by stars in later generations.

"It shouldn't..." Mi Huang had a wine glass in his hand. He clamped the wine and gently swayed with the ups and downs of the pleasure boat, and suddenly blurted out two words.

Huang Shao was stunned for a moment, a hint of nervousness flashed through his eyes, and he asked, "What shouldn't be?"

"Refugee... Forget it, I'm thinking too much." Mi Huang wanted to speak and was ashamed, but shook his head and didn't want to mention it again.

Chen Xian turned his head and looked at Huang Shao, but saw that his expression changed a few times, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

"Hurry! The most talented man in Hangzhou, Jinwen Sheng is about to write a poem!" A noise came from the cabin behind him.

Chen Xian turned his head and looked, but saw more than ten people gathered beside the Jinwen Sheng under the bright lights, and his whispering eyes were a bit funny.

Although Qian Jin had just humiliated the bronze inscription saint, this bronze inscription saint was able to rank as the No. 1 talented man in Hangzhou for more than ten years, so he naturally became famous among the Qingliushixiang in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He once wrote a grand and vigorous masterpiece "Thousands of holding green lotus to cover the plum rain, and thousands of green waves disturb the fairy island" on the bank of West Lake, and more works are famous in the literary world for their gorgeous rhetoric.

It is precisely because of this that day that he said that the poems written by Chen Xian were just about the love between children and the melancholy parting, and that the poems written by Chen Xian were not as good as men's mind, which was clearly picking on the bones in the eggs.

At this time, the Jinwensheng had not started writing. After sitting a few days ago, he saw that it had attracted everyone's attention, he reached back and put up the scarf above his head, then picked up the three-legged wine bottle on the table, poured a full cup on his own, and then held the cup in his hands under the eyes of everyone, bowed and said, "I will come to participate in this Hundred Flowers Poetry Festival today, so I will naturally write poetry. Everyone knows that my Jinwensheng and Miss Liang Wan'er from Miaoyinfang are in love..."

Speaking of this, he raised his head with complacent gaze and looked around and said, "I made an appointment with Miss Wan'er the day before yesterday to visit the winter scenery of West Lake. She played the piano and sang on the lake. Her singing voice was melodious and her eyebrows were like picturesque, and she was like a fairy in the lake and the leader of all flowers. Today, I will write poems to the Guanhutai to give it to Miss Wan'er, which will add a lot of fun to her win tonight."

This Hundred Flowers Poetry Festival was originally born by literati and poets because of the Courtesan Competition. The purpose is naturally to show off their charm and talent in front of the beauty, and to enhance their popularity through the huge audience of this Courtesan Competition.

The talented man wrote poems at the poetry meeting, indicating that he would give it to a famous prostitute. This famous prostitute who has obtained a masterpiece will invisibly increase his reputation and status due to the attainments of the poetry and the reputation of the author.

The publication of a masterpiece can often be passed down for generations, and he has become part of this masterpiece because of the courtesan competition. Money can give you the pleasure of this life, and what is the temporary pleasure compared to the famous prostitutes of Xue Tao, Liang Hongyu, and Su Xiaoxiao who have passed through the ages?

It can be said that all the innocent people who pursue some pursuits are to be able to have a place in this long river of history with Pu Liu, which is the greatest praise for them.

However, the words of Jin Wensheng offended many people, and the dissatisfaction on many people's faces were immediately revealed.

Is it impossible for you, the great talent of Jin, the Jade Emperor? You said that Liang Wan'er is the courtesan, she is the courtesan? Yes, maybe I wrote lyrics better than you, but I can't use my pen to canvass votes for the woman I like on the Guanhu platform, but wasn't there the talent of the capital, Fan Dingbo, who was present!

"Haha." Jin Wensheng suddenly smiled, as if he could see the dissatisfaction on everyone's faces, but he was not in a hurry to explain. Instead, he drank the wine in the bottle first, then raised his eyes and looked at Fan Dingbo and said, "What do you think Brother Dingbo?"

"Very good!" Fan Mingyao raised his glass and smiled, and then said, "I will write an article below to give it to Miss Liang Wan'er."

As soon as Fan Ming's words came to an end, everyone present was stunned! What's the point of Liang Wan'er? Even a talented man like Fan Dingbo, who was so famous all over the world, was in love with her? Moreover, if the two of them joined forces to support Liang Wan'er, then who else could control the situation?

You know, now many people are holding flower signs to be voted on! The further they go, the faster the number of signs will increase! If the two words perform normally, they will probably be able to influence most of the viewers.

"Xiangyun is difficult now!" Chen Xian glared and glanced across Fan Dingbo's face. Seeing that this guy had no intention of joking, he patted Qian Jin in front of him and asked in a low voice: "What is the best way to Liang Wan'er?"

"Tsk tsk... Both talents are chasing Liang Wan'er alone. Now they are jealous, but it's lively! However, I don't know whose lyrics are good and can be performed temporarily tonight!" Qian Jin turned his head excitedly, looked at Chen Xian with sympathy and comforted him: "Xingzhi, Miss Xiangyun probably has no chance!"

"What I asked you is...Where is Liang Wan'er's good place!" Chen Xian reached out and shook Qian Jin's face.

Qian Jin had just reacted, scratched his head and smiled, "Oh, this Liang Wan'er is the famous leader in Miaoyinfang. She has a huge call. Last year, she lost to Lu Xiaochai with a gap of 300 signs."

"Hmm?" Chen Xian snorted lightly and signaled him to continue.

"The figure is beautiful and charming, and there is no need to say more about the appearance! Moreover, people are both good at playing music, calligraphy, painting, and singing in a silly manner, and even handmade female red women are all the best!" At this point, Qian Jin sighed: "No wonder this talented man in the south and the north wants to write lyrics for her!"

"Tsk..." Chen Xian rolled his eyes and thought to himself: Even the smallpox is so shattered, it is not one ten thousandth of that of my Xiaochai.

Hey, didn’t Fan Dingbo come with Mi Huang? Why didn’t he support Xiangyun?

When Chen Xian thought of this, he turned his head to look at Mi Huang, but saw this guy standing outside the cabin, staring at him in a daze, with a little bitterness on his face.

"What's the situation!" Chen Xian walked over, patted Mi Huang's shoulder and teased, "Could it be that Brother Mi was preparing to make the lyrics when these two Lao Shizi were made? You can take them off with a masterpiece that was unprecedented and unparalleled?"

"Xingzhijian laughed. Where can I have such great skills?" Mi Huang smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Dingbo and I are just friends. Who do we want to write lyrics for? How can I touch him from the left and right?"

"I thought you stood firmly on Xiangyun's side, and Fan Dingbo would definitely write lyrics for her to make a strong sense. How could you know that you were not careful in making friends!" Chen Xian shook his head, laughed and patted his shoulder: "But, what medicine did Liang Wan'er feed them both?"

Mi Huang was always obsessed with etiquette when he was in the capital and rarely had any moves of embracing each other with others. However, he had become a little used to being patted by Chen Xian on his shoulder these days, but at this moment he didn't realize anything was strange.
Chapter completed!