Zhao Junrong couldn't sit still anymore. He leaned over and took a few glances, then sat back on the chair and whispered to Shen Tianshu quietly, "Sister Shen, do you know that person?"
Shen Tianshu knew that she was asking Fan Yuru, but he pretended not to know and asked, "Who is he?"
"Oh!" Zhao Junrong took her arm and twisted it twice and said, "That's the one in white clothes. He's so good-looking!"
Hearing Zhao Junrong talk about good-looking, Li Zian's face appeared in Shen Tianshu's mind.
Although Fan Yuru was born well, in terms of good looks, she is still far behind Li Zian!
At this time, the young men gathered near the Jiuqu Liuqian also saw the girl in the open pavilion here and began to glance over here.
Most people's eyes gradually focused on Shen Tianshu.
Not long after, Fan Yuru was pushed out by the crowd and came over to talk.
Fan Yuru seemed to have long been accustomed to the shy and timid gazes of the girls. He walked across the garden to the open pavilion, cupped his hands and said, "Girls, please be polite. We found this meandering water bottle in the garden and were preparing to drink and write poems. I don't know if the girls Are you interested in coming over to take a look? You can also be a witness for us."
The girls in the open hall looked at Fan Yuru and were extremely excited, but they didn't dare to be the first to do it. They were all pushed by each other.
Finally, a girl with thick eyebrows and a heroic face boldly asked: "Then, how do we bear witness?"
"Whoever stops in front of the cup will compose a poem. The girls will criticize him. If he does well, he will pass. If he does poorly, he will be punished with drinking. What do you think of the girls?"
In fact, looking at the state of the girls in Changxuan at this time, no matter what Fan Yuru said, they would definitely get over it, not to mention that he really found a good reason.
Not long after, the servants in the garden had arranged the nine-curved drinking channel, filled it with crystal clear water, hung windproof curtains on all sides, and brought wine bottles and special wine cups.
The girl with a heroic face just now volunteered to put the cup in the water.
With the girls watching, the competitiveness of the young men was further aroused. Seven or eight people volunteered to sit on the ground, waiting for the wine glasses from upstream to float down.
But what made the girls a little regretful was that Fan Yuru did not join, but stood aside and watched.
As soon as the gong sounds, the game officially begins.
The special wine glass flowed down the water, turned several corners smoothly, and finally stopped in front of a young man wearing a royal blue robe.
"Mr. Cheng, you are lucky today and come out on top."
Someone nearby immediately lit incense. It must be done before the incense burns out, otherwise it will be a penalty.
"It's snowy in Yongzhou Prefecture this year, so I'll compose a poem with the theme of snow." Mr. Cheng pondered for a long time, and finally finished it before the incense died out, "The wind was blowing all night, and the snow was flying in the morning. Lin Luan. God did not hesitate to repay Qiong Yao, leaving him with the world for the rest of the year."
"Girls, what do you think? Pass or drink?"
The girls gathered together to discuss it, and in the end most of them nodded and said, "Passed."
Soon, another wine glass was put into the water, and this time the lucky person who was selected could not compose a poem before the incense burned out, so he had to drink a glass of wine, and his face turned red with shame.
This game is both elegant and can showcase talents, and all the young men are very enthusiastic about it.
The girls were either whispering to each other or laughing while watching, obviously they found it very interesting.
When they encountered someone who couldn't write a poem or didn't do it well, the girls couldn't help but start making noises, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.
Shen Tianshu was not interested in this and sat quietly drinking tea.
Zhao Junrong had already run ahead to watch the excitement, but fortunately he didn't go too far, and he could just see her from Shen Tianshu's angle.
Shen Yunyao was unusually silent today, and did not go up to join in the fun. She sat aside and didn't know what she was thinking.
Shen Yunhui always followed Shen Yunyao. Although she was scratching her head like a kitten at this moment, she could only suppress her curiosity when she saw that the two sisters were sitting still.
Fan Yuru walked over to Shen Tianshu from near Jiuqu Liushang at some unknown time, sat on a chair at the next table, and said hello with a smile: "Miss Shen, what a coincidence, we meet again."
Shen Tianshu saw that after a few days, he was still in Yongzhou Mansion and had not returned. He still had time to attend the banquet. He must have said that he was seeking medical advice for his family at the beginning, which was just an excuse and not very urgent.
"I didn't know Mr. Fan's identity that day. If I was rude, I would like to thank Haihan." Shen Tianshu had already learned Fan Yuru's identity from Shen Zhonglei.
Although he currently has no official position, as long as Li Zian does not have any accidents and successfully takes over the reins of Prince Rui's Mansion, he will immediately become a close minister of the prince.
Shen Yunyao listened to Fan Yuru talking to Shen Tianshu with her ears pricked up, her eyes full of questions. How did these two people know each other? What is the identity of Mr. Fan?
"Miss Shen said that, it's too unreasonable. In fact, I also hid it from the girl that day. When I visited Mr. Shen, I actually wanted to ask for something. In this way, how about we become even?"
"Master Fan must be looking for my father for official reasons, so naturally he cannot tell others at will."
Shen Tianshu wanted to get some information from Fan Yuru, preferably why he was looking for Mrs. Tong, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously.
"It's just business." Fan Yuru replied vaguely, and stopped going into details. Looking at the people who were having fun together, he asked, "Why don't Miss Shen go with them?" play?"
Shen Tianshu shook his head and said: "I'm not good at poetry, and I can't judge whether it's good or bad. I just go along and join in the fun. It's good to just sit here and watch."
"I'm so thirsty, Shen..." Zhao Junrong ran back from the front and wanted to ask for tea from Shen Tianshu. Suddenly he saw Fan Yuru sitting not far away from Shen Tianshu, looking at him with a half-smile, and immediately stopped. Her voice also became gentle, "Sister Shen, I, I'll come back for some tea."
Shen Tianshu poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, then pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Just watch the excitement, don't shout after them, or you'll hurt your voice by shouting."
Zhao Junrong nodded repeatedly and said: "I won't go see it. It's actually not interesting. I'll stay here to talk to my sister."
She said she wanted to talk to Shen Tianshu, but her panicked eyes kept looking at Fan Yuru.
Just when Shen Tianshu couldn't stop laughing, screams suddenly sounded one after another in the field.
Different from the excited shout just now, this voice was full of panic.
Shen Tianshu immediately turned his head and looked around the venue. He saw that most of the girls gathered next to the Jiuqu River were frightened and retreated to the outside. Mr. Cheng, who was the first to compose a poem just now, fell by the canal and was surrounded by a circle. A person who looks anxious.
"What happened?" Fan Yuru stood up suddenly and strode towards the field.