Isn’t it awesome?

Liu Ruyan's fragility is naturally pitiful. Not to mention men, even women can't help but feel close and want to take care of her. Although the yellow-clothed girl is of extraordinary status, she has only been in Liuzhuang for a few days. When she saw Ruyan, she became a good friend and always took care of her like a sister.

Seeing that Ruyan's sister was full of sorrow, she hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, sister, even if you get married, no matter where you marry, I can still come to see you. Is there any place in the world that I can't go to? Besides, Aunt Liu regards you as the apple of her eye. The family she likes should not be bad and must be worthy of you."

I thought I could hear some good words, but I didn't expect all these? Liu Ruyan's smoke-like eyebrows opened wider, and her sorrow became even worse.

"Parents' orders and matchmaker's words have been like this since ancient times." The girl in yellow held up Ruyan's little hand and patted it gently, "If Aunt Liu agrees, others can't interfere."

"Ah!" How could Liu Ruyan not know, she sighed faintly and lowered her head.

Her frail appearance made people feel sorry for her.

"Forget it, if you really don't want to get married, I will ask Aunt Liu to withdraw her order. Are you satisfied?"

At this point, Liu Ruyan had a little spirit, looked at the girl in yellow with gratitude, and then nodded gently.

"Okay, okay, I promised you. Don't worry, people will think I'm bullying you. I'll help you plead for you, you have to accompany me to see the handsome man. Go for a walk, maybe you can meet someone you like."

...

Let's not talk about the two girls in the small pavilion quietly coming out.

At this time, Liuzhuang was already crowded with people. Madam Liu was overwhelmed by the guests outside the manor. All the elegant young men were dressed in white and waving their folding fans. They pretended to be elegant under the scorching sun and greeted each other in a chic manner, completely ignoring the sweat on their heads.

This poetry meeting was called to provide an opportunity for Yangzhou talents to exchange knowledge, but it also provided a platform for young men and women to enhance friendship, and it was also a rare opportunity for dignitaries to exchange ideas.

More importantly, Princess Jiaqian has reached the age of marriage leave. She came to Yangzhou from afar to play. She immediately convened this poetry meeting in the name of Princess Jiaqian and pointed out that all the talents in Yangzhou should participate. What does this mean? Isn't it a message to the princess to choose a good match?

Who is Princess Jiaqian? The eldest prince's jewel in the crown, so far the most likely person to inherit the throne, if she can be appreciated by the princess, then a lifetime of wealth and glory is a foregone conclusion.

Today, we are meeting friends to enjoy the scenery. As the marriage of the princess is involved, with more and more young men, the competition and competition among the young men has already begun before entering the manor.

"In the middle of the night, I want to blow out the lights, and ask about the sound of the drizzle outside the window. Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, drinking alone is true."

The scholar in a blue shirt with a square scarf and fine silk shook his folding fan, and his head swayed with it. After the poem was finished, it won a round of applause, and the companions around him all echoed loudly, and cheers rose everywhere.

While people were talking happily here, some people were dissatisfied over there. Someone said, "The song is not over yet and people are already drunk. How many people are returning to the world with a faint smile? The power, beauty, fame and dirt are endless. Who is still not satisfied?"

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

"Who else?"

"I'll do it!

The world's ups and downs are created by our generation. Once we enter the world, time will rush us.

The imperial plan and hegemony are talked about in a casual manner, which is not as good as a drunken life."

"Good poem! The imperial plan and hegemony are talked about in a casual manner. Who can have such a domineering spirit?"

"Brother, you are too kind."

"Okay, okay."

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Several people pushed me and praised me, and they were contented, as if the world was so big, and I was the only one who was proud.

At this moment, a girl walked between several people, pushed them away a little impatiently, and then said to the person behind her, "Sir, please."

Who can stand being interrupted when you are pretending to be cool?

Among the scholars, one was about to catch the person who suddenly rushed in, but he saw the girl who came in was as beautiful as a fairy, as pretty as a peach in spring, and as pure as a chrysanthemum in autumn. But seeing her face, even three thousand flying flowers would lose their color, only this girl is so beautiful in the garden.

"Aunt... Aunt..." The young man who wanted to come up to greet her was so excited that his lips were knotted. He had never seen such a pretty girl, who was more stunning than the famous prostitute in the brothel. How could he control himself?

"Aunt what? I'm not your aunt! Get out of the way. You did that imperial plan just now, right?"

"Yes... It was my fault."

"That's it. If you keep yelling, be careful of your mouth. Don't look at your weight. If you talk nonsense about the imperial plan, be careful that it will be heard by the emperor, and your whole family will be executed. Go away, don't block my master."

Master? What master?

Several people looked around and saw a handsome young man following the woman. He was wearing a gray and white straight gown, a soft square scarf, and a folding fan on his waist. He was dressed in an ordinary way without any luxury. But he was a good-looking man, fair and clean, free and easy, calm and confident, and walked like the wind. He was more handsome than the others combined.

Sometimes being too beautiful is also a mistake, which makes people jealous.

This man's beauty made a group of literati feel ashamed, and a fairy-like girl respectfully asked him to be called "Mr.", which made people very angry.

"Where did this pretty boy come from?"

"Yes! Could it be the 'jade pot' held in the arms of some rich man?"

"Let alone other things, what's the use of having only a body? How dare you come to our literary gathering?"

A man came forward and asked: "What's the name of this young man? Can you show me your skills and show me your literary style?"

After hearing this, the man smiled: "It's Xia Chunqiu!"

He pointed to the dead leaves lying on the ground not far away, shook his head and continued to speak: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, countless..."

Hearing this, a man in front of him couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha... what... what poem is this?"

"Puff!"

When one person laughed, the familiar people around him laughed. How could the first three sentences be called a poem? It couldn't even be called a child's nonsense. How dare he come to Liuzhuang for a meeting?

Laughing here, more people came to watch the fun.

Soon, the three sentences of the spy were spread, all of which were ridiculous.

When everyone was laughing, the person who came later added the last sentence.

"Flying into the reeds, all disappeared."

Click...

The heartbeats of the dozen people around were skipped, and they were shocked. They immediately connected the poem in their minds.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, countless pieces, flying into the reeds, all disappeared."

This last sentence is really the finishing touch. Only with the previous sneer can you appreciate the shock at this moment and the beauty of the last sentence.

The expressions of the people around were different, and they couldn't say a word, especially the person who sneered first. At this moment, his face looked as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly, and his face turned red. He didn't know whether to leave or stay.

"Spy, spy, please forgive me." Xia Shang smiled coquettishly, took out the folding fan, and opened it in one stroke. There was one word on the front of the fan and two words on the back.

Someone kept saying: "Damn... not cool..."