Yue Pengzhai went to a desk, picked a brush on the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and hovered the tip of the pen over the rice paper. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly opened them and let out a light drink.
"Ah...ahhhhh..."
After drinking, Yue Pengzhai started to write like flying, brushing and brushing in one stroke.
A poem is done.
Xu Jingchuan and Kou Yucheng, the two editors of the Hanlin Academy who were invited to the poetry meeting, consciously performed their duties. They walked over and dried the ink on the rice paper with the poems written on it, then held it in their hands and started reading.
Rong Fei didn't understand poetry and wasn't very interested in it, so he couldn't tell whether the poem written by Yue Pengzhai was good or bad, but judging from the expressions of Xu Kou and the two Hanlin officials, it should be good.
Sure enough, when Xu Jingchuan finished reciting the poem, many women's belongings such as silk handkerchiefs, hair flowers, clips, etc. were thrown down from various floors accompanied by cheers.
Manager Liu has already arranged for the maid and Mr. Turtle to collect these items, and after counting, mark the quantity on the flower list.
At this time, Yue Pengzhai's name and the title of the poem have been written on the first line of the flower list, and the number of supports received is recorded in the back.
Three hundred and fourteen.
This number of support is not low, and it can be regarded as a good start for Ren Jinhan.
Seeing this, Yue Pengzhai's face became even more proud, and he looked at Rongfei, wanting to provoke him with his eyes.
But who knew that Rong Fei was yawning, which made Yue Pengzhai snort in anger.
"Rong Captou, I've already made a song here, it's your turn."
Ren Jinhan said to Rongfei.
"Oh~"
Rong Fei's yawn hasn't finished yet.
After yawning, Rong Fei waved his hand.
"You guys continue, I'm not in a hurry."
"Um... well, I guess you haven't thought carefully about Rong's arrest yet, so let's think about it more."
Now that Rong Fei has accepted the invitation, Ren Jinhan is not worried that he will go back on his word. Moreover, writing poetry does require feeling. If he is forced repeatedly, it will appear that he has ulterior motives and deliberately disrupts Rong Fei's thinking. Therefore, with a slight smile, he waved his second person to appear.
Most people who participate in poetry gatherings have actually written their poems in advance. When he arrived at the poetry meeting, he gave a pretentious performance, and then pretended to be suddenly bursting with inspiration. He wrote the poems that had been crafted countless times in advance and said that they were improvised to show his quick wit and enthusiasm. Deep accumulation.
Everyone present at the meeting knew this kind of thing, but no one pointed it out, just because they did the same thing when it was their turn.
It's convenient for others and it's convenient for yourself.
Soon the second person on the stage, Ren Jinhan, also wrote a poem, which still won applause from the crowd, but the support he received was slightly lower than that of Yue Pengzhai, who was the first to appear.
As usual, Ren Jinhan asked Rong Fei if he could start composing poems, but Rong Fei still said listlessly that he was not in a hurry.
"Jinhan, Rong doesn't want to regret it, or run away while no one is paying attention. No, I have to arrange for someone to guard the door."
Fan Jian whispered in Ren Jinhan's ear.
"Don't worry, he won't dare. Otherwise he will push Yunxiang into the quagmire."
Ren Jinhan replied confidently.
"The person named Rong and Yunxiang just met by chance. How can you be sure that he can't make it? Also, if the person named Rong really runs away later, you won't really want to take it out on Yunxiang."
Fan Jian asked worriedly.
"What, you can't bear to part with it?"
Ren Jinhan asked in a joking tone.
"Well... Yunxiang belongs to Chang Huai'en after all. It's best not to provoke him."
"Hmph! He's just an ignorant and ignorant dude, so there's nothing to be afraid of."
In the blink of an eye, almost half an hour had passed. Ren Jinhan had already composed eleven poems and four lyrics, but Rong Fei still kept repeating the same old saying.
"Go on, I'm not in a hurry!"
The really good stuff has to come out in the finale.
Even Ren Jinhan, who was very rich in the city, couldn't bear it at this time. His face was livid, and he stared at Rong Fei fiercely for a long time, and then gave instructions to Fan Jian.
"Send more manpower and block all exits. We must not give Rong Fei a chance to escape."
"Hey, I've already made arrangements, don't worry!"
Fan Jian said proudly.
After saying that, he looked at Rong Fei and saw that he looked sleepy. He couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
"Pretending!"
The more calmly Rong Fei behaves at this time, the greater the possibility of regretting and running away in the eyes of Fan Jian, Ren Jinhan and others.
"Good, good! Wonderful! You are worthy of Zhang Liulang, the talented poet in Kyoto. Once this poem comes out, I am afraid that no one in Kyoto will dare to write a poem in half a year, hahahaha.".z.br>
With a poem written by Zhang Liulang, a great talent from Kyoto, who was the finale of Ren Jinhan's side, the atmosphere in the building reached a climax, and countless women's small belongings were thrown down from the sixth floor verandah, like rain.
The turtle maid responsible for picking up and counting things in the courtyard was almost buried.
After busying for a long time, Zhang Liulang finally counted the items of support he had obtained, totaling 1,403, ranking first with a score far exceeding the second place by more than 500.
Looking at the women's silk handkerchiefs, jewelry and other items piled up into several hills under the flower list, Ren Jinhan and Fan Jian showed winning smiles on their faces.
Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building has a total of six floors. The first floor is only for dining and banquets. There are no separate rooms.
Starting from the second floor, there are elegant rooms next to each other. In each elegant room, there is a charming and charming woman who wants everything she wants.
Although he didn't check the exact number, Ren Jinhan estimated that there were about three hundred girls in the building.
A total of thirty-six people from our side came forward and wrote thirty-six poems. Of course, the one with the most support was Zhang Liulang, the least one was in his early 100s, and the rest ranged from 200 to 7800.
There are more than three hundred powder girls, plus a hundred maids, a total of four hundred women.
Calculated based on one silk handkerchief and five or six worthless hair accessories for each woman, the total number of items that can be used to support is about three thousand.
The total number of supports currently obtained by the thirty-six of our own side is almost this amount.
Scanning the corridors on each floor, every woman's hair bun that he saw was now bare without any ornaments.
Rong Fei, Rong Fei, I kindly reminded you before.
Now the woman in the building has nothing to get out of, so what if you are lucky enough to write a pretty good poem? You still have to lose.
Hahahahaha!
"Rong Captou, we have finished the poems here. You can't postpone it any longer this time."
Ren Jinhan deliberately raised his voice and shouted.
"Ah...oh...have you finished it? It's so fast."
Rong Fei woke up from the fugue state with confused eyes and said.
Rong Fei didn't understand poetry, didn't like poetry very much, and he didn't memorize an entire book of 300 Tang and Song poems just for time travel and rebirth.
But thanks to nine years of compulsory education and the college entrance examination.
If you want to go home after the exam without being spanked by your dad with a belt, if you want to get your diploma smoothly, if you want to be admitted to college smoothly...
I can still recite dozens of must-learn poems.
However, after all, so many years have passed since the college entrance examination, and Rong Fei has almost forgotten about it.
It seemed like I was dazed just now, but actually I was trying to remember.
At this time, everyone's eyes upstairs and downstairs were focused on Rong Fei. In fact, not only Ren Jinhan and his group speculated that Rong Fei might regret and run away, but most of the guests and Fen Chen girls in the building also held this in mind. idea.
Just because Ren Jinhan asked Rong Fei thirty-five times in a row if he could start composing poetry, but Rong Fei refused without any haste.
Once or twice, everyone will think that Rong Fei is looking for inspiration.
After more than thirty times, everyone will understand
Okay, this guy is just playing rogue.
So now everyone is just waiting to see Rong Fei's joke.
It is said that the agents of Ji Xian Division are all monks who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth. As the head catcher of Jixian Division, Rong Fei must be even more skilled. He shouldn't be able to fly out directly from the patio after a while.
Haha, it would be quite interesting if that were true.
Finally, in response to the expectations of his employer, Rong Fei made a move.
However, it was not a spectacle like crashing through the patio and flying up, nor was he going back on his words and acting rogue, he pointed to the pen and paper on the table in front of him and said loudly.
"Rong's handwriting is terrible, so I won't use it to stain your eyes. I would like to ask if anyone is willing to write for Rong."
"The little girl is willing to write for the adults."
A melodious and sweet voice came from the corridor on the second floor.
Everyone heard the news and went away, only to see the crowd crowded at the stairway on the second floor disperse like a tide, revealing a beautiful woman wearing a light blue skirt walking down with a smile.
"It's Miss Yunxiang!"
The oiran appeared and the atmosphere in the whole building reached a climax instantly.
"Ha! Then I'll be in trouble for Miss Yunxiang."
Rong Fei made an inviting gesture toward the table and laughed.
"It is a little girl's honor to be able to write for an adult."
Yunxiang walked up to Rong Fei and bowed slightly.
Then, taking advantage of the brief opportunity when his body blocked everyone's view, he secretly stuffed a folded piece of paper into Rong Fei's hand.
Rong Fei was slightly startled, and then immediately understood what Yun Xiang meant.
oh! Pass the cheat sheet.
This is because I am worried that I will fail the exam.
Seeing Rong Fei's expression, Yunxiang knew that Rong Fei had understood what she meant, and her heart immediately calmed down.
The paper that was just thrust into Rong Fei's hand did have several poems written on it, all written by Yun Xiang.
Although it is not as stunning as any of Zhang Liulang's songs, it is not much different from what others have done. It can still save Rong Fei's face to some extent.
In addition, Yunxiang also asked her personal maids to contact several sisters with whom they had a good relationship, and then these sisters contacted other dust girls in the building, so that everyone could find all the people in the room who could be used for support. After rummaging through everything, Rong Fei must be able to win.
Afterwards, Yunxiang will pay compensation out of his own pocket.
Everything had been arranged, and Rong Fei seemed to understand what he meant. Yunxiang was determined and calmly walked to the desk, dipping the brush in ink as if ready to write at any time.
"Ah, right..."
Yunxiang suddenly remembered something and asked Chao Rongfei.
"Sir, you have been standing here for a long time. Do you want to go and make yourself comfortable first?"
In front of everyone, it is undoubtedly a very embarrassing scene for a woman to ask a man if he wants to go to the convenience store.
But Yunxiang would rather risk her own face to give Rong Fei a chance to peek at the cheat sheet.
Ren Jinhan, who had been watching with cold eyes, realized something was wrong and was about to stop him when he heard Rong Fei laugh.
"Hahaha, Miss Yunxiang is thoughtful, but it doesn't matter to Mr. Rong. The time has been delayed for too long, so let's get started. Mr. Rong will first sing a song "Silent Night Thoughts" to warm up."
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground..."
