Lin Bei walked on the deck, looking at Ah Yue who was following closely behind him from time to time, feeling a little depressed.
He racked his brains for a long time and couldn't remember when Ah Yue got his invitation.
In front of the two of them was the rich man who told Lin Bei to go away. When he saw Lin Bei taking out the invitation, he left with disdain.
He had come into contact with all the famous people in the big business capital. This young man was so good-looking. According to common sense, it was impossible for him not to have any impression.
He was just a nobody who had just risen to the top of the capital, and was not worth his time.
But he felt faintly in his heart, as if someone was staring at him.
His expression changed, and then he quickened his pace, and then disappeared from the sight of Lin Bei and the two.
"rise!"
Lin Bei looked at the thick iron chains connecting all the merchant ships and knew how ridiculous his previous idea was.
It seemed that Dashang's shipbuilding skills were good. With so many merchant ships connected together and sailing on the lake, they did not feel any violent shaking while standing on the ship.
"Ayue, are you seasick?"
Lin Bei suddenly turned around and asked Ah Yue behind him.
Ah Yue withdrew her gaze and shook her head.
"That's right. You are so physically strong, how could you get seasick?"
Lin Bei spread his hands, knowing that he had made a joke.
The two of them walked for a few minutes and arrived at the entrance of the Poetry Club. There were many dignitaries gathered here. Looking at their noble clothes, you could tell that these people's status was not low.
Lin Bei recognized many familiar people at first sight.
He and Ah Yue leaned on the railing and blew in the cool evening breeze, slowly waiting for the registration of the poetry meeting.
After a moment of burning incense, there were only a few people on the deck.
After Lin Bei and the two registered, they entered the poetry meeting without any obstruction.
The slap in the face part of the novel did not happen, which made him a little disappointed.
When he entered the poetry club, Lin Bei was eye-opened by the wealthy scene decorated with lanterns and colorful lights.
All you can see is a fat-bellied wealthy businessman hugging his coquettishly dressed concubine. At the wine table, officials are having a friendly drink and talking freely.
The literati in plain clothes hugged the dancer, their faces flushed.
It is said to be a poetry meeting, but in fact it is a large-scale power and sex trading place. The air is full of malaise, and there is no atmosphere of a poetry meeting at all.
He felt a tightening next to him, and when he turned around, Miss Ah Yue was almost pressed against him.
Lin Bei saw the flash of nervousness on Ah Yue's face, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
Unexpectedly, Ah Yue is still a hidden social fear.
"I told you not to follow me."
Ah Yue had a stubborn look on her face, and after taking a deep breath, she tried to pretend she didn't care.
Lin Bei looked at his awkward look and pulled his slender wrist directly: "Since you are scared, just follow me. We are only responsible for eating."
Ah Yue nodded obediently, and then was pulled by Lin Bei to find a hidden corner and sit down.
As soon as the two sat down, someone announced that the poetry meeting had begun.
The party suddenly became quiet, and a middle-aged man slowly walked out in the eyes of everyone.
"He is the largest wealthy businessman in Dashang, Zuo Si, who is Zuo Ziming's father."
Lin Beigang wanted to ask who this person was, but Ah Yue, who was sitting awkwardly, gave him the answer.
Lin Bei nodded and continued reading.
"This time Zuo borrowed the help of four great talents to hold a poetry meeting. The purpose is very simple, that is, the Xiao family's No. 1 building in the world is about to open. I hope you can help me to build the No. 1 building in the world."
"In addition, Mr. Zuo is here to welcome the Minister of Etiquette, and Mr. Shu, the Minister of the Ministry of Works, are able to attend the appointment. Xiao is very grateful."
Everyone's eyes fell on the two people at the party, the Minister of Etiquette and the Minister of Work. They were full of flattery.
Lin Bei peeled the fruit for Ah Yue and looked at the two of them.
If he remembered correctly, the Minister of Rites stood behind Li Ai in the court.
The Minister of Industry has never taken a side, and it is not known whether he is on the side of the emperor or Li Ai.
"Fellow literati, let's all eat and drink to your heart's content today. The food we eat today will be the dishes that will be served on the first floor of the Zuo family in the future."
At this time, Zuo Ziming came out from behind the scenes and said to the literati present.
"good!"
"Thank you Mr. Zuo!"
"Haha, wait until midnight, the poetry meeting will continue as usual. You can make a good draft in your mind first. The winner of the poetry meeting will get the highest reward. As for what the reward is, you will naturally know it later."
Zuo Ziming looked at the two Lin Bei in the corner intentionally or unintentionally.
The poetry meeting officially began, and the maids filed in from the deck, bringing more delicacies and rare fruits and desserts.
Lin Bei was happy to see that no one noticed him.
I have to say that this No. 1 restaurant in the world does live up to its name, and all kinds of dishes are of the highest level.
After he was full, he began to feed the silent Ah Yue, and half an hour passed like this.
"The poetry meeting has begun! Everyone can start writing poems!"
someone shouted.
All the literati began to recite poems and write poems, which finally made the atmosphere of the poetry meeting normal.
It seemed that a famous literati had composed a masterpiece, and the whole table was filled with applause.
"Brother Mo, what a poem!"
"Brother Mo, who is worthy of being one of the four great talents, is actually able to compose poems with such artistic conception."
As soon as this poem came out, no one uttered a word.
They all believed that this poem was the highest level of this poetry meeting.
"Is there anyone left? Is it gone?"
"General Lin, don't you show us all your literary talent?"
Zuo Ziming stood up with a smile on his face. After scanning around, his eyes fell on Lin Bei in the corner.
"General Lin? Is it the General Lin who recaptured Dalong City?"
As soon as he said this, everyone present looked surprised and followed Zuo Ziming's gaze.
Lin Bei put down his chopsticks, feeling a little unhappy.
Didn't he remind Zuo Ziming when he was at the mansion? But when he actually arrived at the poetry meeting, he didn't experience it.
Forget about the Mai Ji attack and kill her, Ah Yue is by her side.
But you can poison food and wine! But after eating for a long time, he didn't feel any discomfort except that he felt a little full.
Alas, a child cannot be taught.
In addition, the alcohol content in ancient times was very low. He drank most of the bottle, but his face was a little rosy and his thoughts were still very clear. On the surface, he did not look like a drunk person at all.
Why did he lose his footing and fall into the water like this?
Forget it, it's time for a burst of acting skills.
He stood up unsteadily and clasped his fists in front of the expectant eyes: "Miuzan, I'm just lucky, and my poems don't make sense at all."
Lin Bei didn't want to be a copycat. He just wanted to find an excuse to leave the poetry meeting and go to the deck.
"General Lin is quite humble. I don't believe that he can use the empty city strategy. He can't even write a poem."
