Yang Shu took a sip of wine and glanced at the stage. The ordinary singing and dancing had been withdrawn, and now it was basically a one-person show.
Anyone who can get on stage looks good. At this point, the competition is about talent.
Before coming, Yang Shu had done some research, and of course he knew that Lady Xie Xuxu, the harp lady, was the first name in the boat painting, with her beautiful face and moonlight appearance, and the music of the harp that lingered around the beam for three days.
Yang Shu's target tonight is her.
As time went on, the people in the cabin became obviously excited.
Yang Shu looked at the girl splashing ink on the painting with great interest. The scholars in long robes were regular customers and were already deep in thought.
After the painting is finished, the girl will give a topic, and if she likes it, she can have a night chat with her.
With luck, you won't have to go back tonight.
A quarter of an hour later, a picture of the beautiful snow scene was completed, and praises came one after another. Everyone tried their best to show off their literary talent and grace, trying to leave a good impression on the beauty.
The girl bowed and stepped down from the stage. As soon as she left, the scroll hanging above unfolded, revealing a large word "Snow" that everyone could see.
"Why don't you move?" The young man touched Yang Shu's arm while he was thinking, "Let's try, in case I choose you."
"hold on."
The young man smiled, "It's my first time here, and like you, I think the later ones are better. If I get selected, I won't be able to write."
"But after coming here a few times, I realized that I was overthinking it. There are a lot of talented people here. The competition became more intense as time went on, and it was not my turn at all."
"So, give it a try at every show. It's a good thing if one of your songs catches their eyes, and it won't be in vain."
"Thank you, Brother Zhao, but I just want to see Xie Xuxu now."
Through the mask, the young man could not see Yang Shu's expression. Seeing that he was determined, he stopped trying to persuade him.
For the first time, I will inevitably feel arrogant and feel that others are inferior to me.
After half the stick of incense was burned, everyone's poems were put away by the maid.
Before the next performance ends, the maid will take the selected poem and inform the guest. If the guest does not want to read below, he can follow the maid to the girl's room.
But not many people went there, everyone wanted to see Xie Xu Xu.
People on the stage came one after another, and the night gradually deepened. Xie Xuxu finally lived up to expectations and came on stage.
"Isn't it beautiful?" The young man said to Yang Shu with obsessed eyes.
She has long legs and slender waist, hands like catkins, skin like gelatin, willow eyebrows and a beautiful nose. She is indeed beautiful.
Yang Shu glanced at the enthusiastic people around him and touched the paper in front of him twice. There were three hundred Tang poems, the first of which was exquisite. If he couldn't stand out, he would hang himself on the southeast branch.
Closing his eyes and listening to the music, even a layman like Yang Shu couldn't help but praise his superb piano skills.
As soon as the music stopped, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze. Everyone stared at the scroll, waiting for it to fall.
It seems that if you look at it for just a second, you can be warm and intimate with the beauty Hibiscus.
"bamboo?"
Yang Shu looked at the big characters on the high platform and raised his lips. The title of the poem was good, and he didn't even need to modify it.
After taking two sips of wine calmly, Yang Shu picked up the pen, filled it with ink, and started writing.
It was half a stick of incense as usual. After putting the paper away, everyone waited anxiously, eager to see through it.
Being selected by Xie Xuxu will not only allow you to talk face to face with beautiful women, but most importantly, your reputation will be greatly enhanced. Who can see you without saying: "Brother, you are a good poet."
"See, they are all scholars." The young man motioned Yang Shu to look to the left.
At the end of the show, the previously selected people will no longer stay and will follow the maids to the girls' boudoir.
"Before confirming, they will let the maids look at people. Unless the poetry is really good, there is no way that the young master in fine clothes will be chosen."
Yang Shu tapped his thigh with his finger, "Brother Zhao, shouldn't a wealthy young man be popular in a romantic place?"
"Girl Hua Fang has different tastes, she likes sour Confucianism." The young man said helplessly.
Yang Shu raised his eyes and raised a smile. He was not in love with sour scholars. These people were just valuable.
Jian'an, among all the places sought after by noble families and men of letters, which one is easy to do business with?
Not only do people in their own country have evil intentions, but other countries also get involved.
Yang Shu would not accept a stall like this.
"I'm coming!"
The young man looked excited, "I don't know if it's Shi Gong or Luo Hongwen."
Young people have a very deep self-awareness and have no hope for themselves.
Shi Gong and Luo Hongwen were frequent visitors to Hua Fang. They were both talented and handsome. Xie Xuxu's selection was basically between the two of them.
"May I ask who is Mr. Jiang?" The maid bowed and said loudly. Although she was asking, her eyes fell on Yang Shu.
Papers are collected in order and can be easily deduced.
"Mr. Jiang?"
Everyone was confused, where did this come from? Among the famous talents in Jian'an, none had the surname Jiang. They looked around.
"Why is she looking at you?" The young man looked around and made sure that the maid was looking at Yang Shu.
"Maybe my surname is Jiang."
"That's right." The young man nodded, then his eyes widened with surprise on his face, "Your surname is Jiang?!"
"Well, Jiangchuan."
While talking, Yang Shu stood up and walked forward.
The young man's mouth opened, and people were stunned. The young man he was chatting with so casually was actually so capable!
No wonder he refused to write before!
I thought this kid had a high opinion of himself, but I didn’t know he was really talented in poetry!
As Yang Shu walked around, everyone looked over, looking at the white mask on his face, and frowned slightly. What is the origin of this guy? Why have you never heard of it before?
"Mr. Jiang, please."
The maid bowed and led the way.
As soon as they left, the cabin immediately became noisy, and everyone was asking about Yang Shu's identity.
But the young man only knew that Yang Shu came to Jian'an for the first time. It was a one-time acquaintance. How could the young man know so much about him?
Following the maid, Yang Shu entered Xie Xuxu's boudoir.
Xie Xuxu was well-known and had many suitors, so she brought a lot of passengers to the boat. Although she was on the boat, her room was extremely elegantly decorated, not much worse than that of a noble lady.
When Yang Shu entered the room, Xie Xuxu was still reading poems.
"Mr. Jiang." Xie slowly raised his head, raised his lips and smiled. His posture was neither arrogant nor cowardly.
"Your poems are very well written."
"Thank you, miss, for your vision." Yang Shu praised back without any humility.
Xie Xuxu was stunned, smiled for a moment, and poured tea for Yang Shu.
"Where is the young master from?"
"I came from the Ye Kingdom. Tonight, I just wanted to meet the talented people from the Yan Kingdom. To be honest, they are not as good as me."
Yang tied up and said, "I've seen it, so I won't stay any longer to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."
Yang Shu left very simply, and it didn't take more than three minutes. The maid serving in the room was dumbfounded. How many people wanted to come in, but they couldn't even ask for them. He actually left like this?
"Girl?" The maid looked at Xie Xuxu.
Xie slowly sipped his tea and spit out one word, "Check."
"Look, Jiangchuan!"
People walking out couldn't help but shout when they saw Yang Shu.
"Why did he come out so quickly?" someone asked in confusion.
"It's not like you were driven out by lust, right?"
As soon as these words came out, they were immediately rebutted, "How can Huafang be so polite to people who don't follow the rules?"
"His poems have been put in. Do you want to take a look?"
"Let's go, let's go." A group of people crowded towards the high platform.
