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Pretending is a skill and an art. You can't pretend just because you want to. You need the right time, right place, and right people.

Today is a large-scale poetry gathering that happens once in a century. Famous talents from Yangzhou gather together, which is the right time.

There are all these idiots who pretend to be elegant and free of charge, which is the right place.

In addition, Xia Shang is full of knowledge and has talent and learning, which is the right people.

With the right time, right place, and right people, you can pretend.

Look at the people around looking at the coquettish cursive writing on the folding fan, and they are all stunned.

Knowing that this person came to pretend, he couldn't say anything. He could only watch him waving the fan and walking into the manor step by step.

Just then, a few young ladies arrived in a carriage. They didn't show up, but they secretly looked at the coquettish person in the car. I should have looked down on that pretentious guy, but he was handsome and always attracted the attention of young girls. The difference between the two made the girls who came by car couldn't help laughing.

The commotion in front of the door naturally attracted the attention of the owner of Liuzhuang. He ignored the guests beside him and came to greet him. When he saw Jiangnan who was dressed up, he laughed heartily: "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be Jiangnan's niece! Where is your mother?"

"My mother caught a cold and it was inconvenient for her to travel, so I came alone."

"So that's it. When you leave for work, don't leave too quickly. Remember to ask Aunt Liu for some medicinal tea to treat the cold."

When the two said this, Mrs. Liu saw that the man behind Jiangnan looked familiar.

"It's Mr. Xia!"

"Madam Liu, sorry to bother you."

The two of them talked and it was obvious that they knew each other, which surprised Jiangnan: "Sir, do you know Madam Liu?"

The three of them talked for a while and explained their relationship, and then a tea girl led the way to the tea mountain in the backyard.

Xia Shang had been to Liuzhuang twice before, and he often talked with Madam Liu near the tea mountain. He was familiar with the willow forest, the camellia garden, the bluestone path, the moon lake, the small path and the pavilion.

But today when he came to the old place, it was difficult to find a familiar place. The camellia bushes along the way were carefully trimmed and trimmed spotlessly, as if every leaf was polished. There were also many open spaces between the lush trees, and neatly arranged tables and stools were displayed one by one. Occasionally, visitors sat on the side and talked happily in groups of three or five.

In order to cope with today's poetry meeting, Liuzhuang has done its best. Cleaning up the whole manor is just a surface. The many small decorations around it highlight the importance of Liuzhuang to this poetry meeting.

There are thousands of koi in Yuehu Lake alone, and more than half of the lake surface has been wrapped by lotus flowers and lotus leaves. Under the scorching sun, only the water light flashes, and the reflection of the koi scales is full of strange light. Those lotus flowers are like girls applying powder, some shyly waiting to bloom, some furiously showing their beauty, trying to compete with the girls by the lake or in the pavilion in the center of the lake.

On the tea mountain, the most beautiful place on the hillside, where there were several tea gardens, has become an elegant pavilion today. Silk is used as lotus on all sides, and there are long tables and futons outside the pavilion. The tables are full of wine and tea, but no one is standing out. Several figures can be vaguely seen in the pavilion, and I don't know what kind of noble people can enjoy the scenery in this pavilion.

In the pavilion, an old man with gray hair was lying on a recliner, looking at all the scenery of Liuzhuang through the silk curtain with gentle eyes.

"Liuzhuang is indeed a world-famous manor. Such a landscape seems to enclose the beauty of the entire Yangzhou. People in it seem to be one with nature, and can't tell where they are. They just feel like they are on top of the clouds, which is wonderful."

Behind him is an old man with white jade skin, white eyebrows, but calm, bent his body, and laughed in a shrill voice: "My lord, if you are happy here, then stay for a while. It's rare to come out for a walk, so you naturally have to feel comfortable before going back, so as not to deal with those annoying things."

"That makes sense, so let's rest here for a while, and find a few old friends to chat in the future."

"Okay."

...

At 9 o'clock, the backyard of Liuzhuang was crowded with people. The tables of all sizes by the lake at the foot of the mountain were full of people, chatting with each other, and occasionally tea girls brought wine and candied fruits.

Looking at the crowd, there are more men than women here. The few young ladies are gathered in the willow forest, playing coquettishly behind a curtain formed by willow branches. You can only hear their voices but not see them, which makes several well-dressed young men nearby anxious and look around the willow forest.

Although they cannot see the beautiful women behind the willow forest, their voices are also pleasant and attractive, much more attractive than the white lotus and koi in the lake.

The young men outside the willow forest want to see the girls inside, and the girls inside don't want to see the young men outside more.

These girls are at the age of love. Which girl doesn't have spring in her heart? Which strong woman doesn't want a man?

When the girls are talking and laughing, there are always a few sisters who look away, intentionally or unintentionally. But due to their status, they cannot do anything out of line, but they hope that a young man will dare to come over and have a drink.

At this moment, a young man from an unknown family came through the willow forest to the group of girls. He was dressed in well-marked clothes and looked well-behaved. He was about to salute the girls, but one of the girls shouted, "Where did this lecher come from? Why don't you leave!"

The voice set the tone for this boy. Even if the girls wanted to throw themselves into his arms, they dared not show any enthusiasm at this time. They could only hold back their anger and pretend to be ashamed and angry: "Where did this hooligan come from? How could a man show up rashly when all the girls are gathered together?"

"Sisters, beat him back!"

With a shout, everyone responded. In a moment, the candied fruits on the table turned into a hail of bullets, which hit the man continuously.

The man could not resist the response of the girls, and was beaten to a panic. He fled out of the willow forest like a rat, which made everyone laugh.

Before the laughter stopped, a woman passed through the men and went through the willow forest to where the women were.

This is nothing. The key point is that there is a man following the woman, who also entered the willow forest without a pause.

Everyone secretly cursed this man for not knowing his depth. They would laugh at him again when he was beaten out by the women.

Everyone was full of expectations, but they didn't see the man come out for a long time.

There was no wind or waves behind the willow forest, no movement at all, as if the man had never entered.

Could it be that he was dazzled and saw it wrong?

But there were so many people present, how could he see it wrong?

Everyone looked at each other and was speechless.

The man who was beaten out earlier was even more unhappy, thinking why didn't the guy come out? He mustered up the courage to walk through the willow forest, and saw a young man in gray and white clothes among the girls in the forest. His attire was ordinary, and he didn't look like a rich man, nor did he look like an elegant man. He was surrounded by the girls and chatting and laughing. Although he looked upright, he always looked like a mean person, especially the fan in his hand, in which a huge "dick" could be vaguely seen shining brightly.