Su Weier shoved the letter into her sleeves and sat aside without saying anything. Although she was well-read in poetry, she was still not as good as the disciples of Dangyang Academy, who had all the talents in the world.

"Song Yi, the Song Master of Song of Dangyang Academy, presented a poem to the misty rain pavilion, willow willow girl, "Bamboo Branch Ci""

Liu Ruyan took the manuscript with a calm expression and read it: "The willows on the shore are red and the flowers are sad in the wind, the spring water of Qinhuai is sandwiched in the river. The willows are green and the flowers are red like mother's wishes, and the river water is boundless and the sorrow is thick."

"Sister Ruyan, it seems that you, a great beauty with a famous Qinhuai, may be the wife of Jinshi in the future." Qin Wan'er said mischievously.

Liu Ruyan shook her head helplessly: "Luyi, pass on the poems and sing them together."

"Now five poems have been published, only Wan'er and Sister Wei'er are the ones who are missing. You must be looking forward to it, right?"

"Sister Bizhu, your eldest son Lin has been waiting for a long time and hopes to become your guest of the curtain. You are still teasing Wan'er."

Xue Bizhu was stunned and her face turned red: "What are the stinky girls talking nonsense, what are you talking about?"

Qin Wan'er frowned and looked out of the cabin, waiting for her poems.

Xue Bizhu gently walked to Su Weier and sat down: "Sister Weier, what happened when you are so heartless?"

Su Weier came to her senses: "Sister Bizhu, my sister has a headache. Can you please go back early?"

Xue Bizhu's face tightened: "Sister Weier, what are you talking about? If you go back like this, what do you want to explain to Mom Jiang? Even if you lose, it is not as good as a human being, but it is worse than escaping by looking at the wind."

Su Wei'er sighed mournfully: "Young Master Qin Bin just sent a letter, and her mother suddenly fell ill and had no time to help her sister. If her sister is at the bottom of the day this year, she will really go out to pick up customers."

Xue Bizhu was shocked: "What? Mr. Qin has agreed, how can he be without trust?"

"Filial piety is the first priority for all virtues. When Mr. Qin's mother gets sick, it is important to take care of her mother."

"What should you do, sister? Why don't I go and ask Mr. Lin to see if I can write a poem, and I will say it was presented by Mr. Qin."

Su Wei laughed and cried: "These young masters are all in the same place. If Lin Yangming sat down, he would naturally be unable to hide it from others."

"Yan Huaian, Young Master Yan, presented a poem "The Female Guest" to Qin Wan'er, the Qixiu Building."

Qin Wan'er looked at the manuscript in her hand happily: "It's finally here. The girl passed by fifteen cities and left me with a black hair. It's more than a thousand miles away, and my old friend missed her forever."

As he read, Qin Wan'er's face turned red, and suddenly several women began to tease her.

The people outside the cabin sang one by one, and the people on the pleasure boat applauded and congratulated each other.

"Boy, can a few poems still catch your eye?" Li Yugang looked at Liu Mingzhi with a sneering sneering.

Liu Mingzhi was stunned: "Everyone is good, all is good, and it is worthy of being the masterpiece of several talented men. It is rare to see it in his life."

"How is it compared to "Climbing the Phoenix Platform of Jinling"? Which one is higher or lower?"

"Each has its own advantages and charm, no distinction between high and low, but it's just yi"

Why did this old man look at Li Bai’s “Climbing the Phoenix Platform in Jinling” like this?

"But what? Let's talk about it."

Liu Mingzhi blinked a few times and said, "It's nothing, I'd better wait for the next masterpiece. Didn't the six girls just published five poems? No hurry or not."

"I just heard the news that one of the talented men who helped me out had something happened, so only five girls got the poem. How about you, a kid, use the topic of the beautiful Jiangnan I asked just now, to help this girl?"

"I? Forget it, I'm not in the same rank as them, so I'll just forget it."

Qi Yun behind her breathed a sigh of relief. The meaning of the bright eyes flowing out of her eyes was that you were tactful.

"The first poem of this courtesan competition was written by Li Peichao of Dangyang Academy to Miss Su Ruyu, and the second poem by Lin Yangming, Prince Lin of Yishan Academy to Miss Xue of Penglai Tower"

"Miss Su Weisu from Penglai Tower was defeated by her reputation because no one offered poetry."

When Liu Mingzhi heard Su Wei'er's name, Liu Mingzhi was stunned. Penglai Lou Su Wei was his "little mother". The reason why he could blackmail him 5,000 taels of silver from the old man was that he was spreading everywhere in the neighbors and neighbors that Mr. Liu wanted to take Su Wei'er and Miss Su from Penglai Lou as his concubine, that is, his mother did not know about this matter even if she didn't go out of the door.

"Little Mother" is in trouble, but it will not help. If you help, preach the missionary. If you help, it will probably be in chaos in the Liu family. If you don't help, it will be in the old man's ears, and it will probably be gone for pocket money. After all, a couple will have a hundred days of gratitude for one day, and nominally, it is their own "Little Mother". The old man will have some old love in it.

Seeing Liu Mingzhi's expression was gloomy and sunny, Li Yugang chuckled and said, "If you regret it, it's not too late to write poetry now. If it's at night, it's really too late."

"If I lose the competition, will Miss Su be punished?"

"That won't be possible, but you may be arranged to pick up customers, maybe."

Liu Mingzhi stood up, what kind of thing is "Little Mother" who goes to pick up customers, won't the old man become green?

"Isn't it just a poem about the beautiful Jiangnan? I wrote it, for the sake of my little mother and for the old man, and even if the young master fights, he will pirate the copy."

Qi Yun's face was flushed with anger on her face and she was jealous: "Brother wants to write a poem for a brothel woman?"

"Ahhhh? Ahhh! Miss Qi, I have a last resort. If I don't write this poem, I might be swallowed by the old man. Why would Miss Qi help me grind it?"

No matter what Liu Mingzhi said, Qi Yun was jealous. You want to please the beauty, but you also want this girl to help you grind it.

"Young Master Liu, the little woman's hand is injured, which is inconvenient."

After twitching twice, Liu Mingzhi had to do it himself. He couldn't let the big boss Li Yugang grind it.

After adjusting the ink, Liu Mingzhi pondered the poem about the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.

"Jiangnan, Jiangnan, there is."

Liu Mingzhi picked up his brush and started to write and sprinkle the ink on the rice paper. He looked at the sea tide and the southeast was beautiful. Liu Yong was not in the way of Liu Mingzhi.

The southeast is beautiful, with the three Wushu metropolises and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. It has painted bridges with smoke and willows, wind curtains and green curtains, and 100,000 families.

This word begins with a panoramic view to show the whole picture of Hangzhou and points out the important position of Hangzhou.

Clouds and trees surround the sand, the raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the vast chasm is endless. The city is full of pearls and gems, and the houses are full of silk and silk, competing for luxury.

The first chassis is completed, and the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan is fully expressed, rich and prosperous.

The lake is filled with clear and graceful scenery, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. Qiang pipes are sunny, and the diamonds are singing at night, playing with fishing for old people and lotus babies. Thousands of riders are holding high teeth, listening to the flute and drum, singing and enjoying the mist and clouds. These sentences vividly describe the scene of the people living and working in peace and contentment, and officials cannot bear to leave here to set off the beautiful scenery.

The future is a beautiful scene, and I will go to Fengchi to praise you.

When writing the signature, Liu Mingzhi swung the brush and wiped the ink marks on his hands: "With this poem, although it describes the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou, Hangzhou is also the hinterland of Jiangnan. I guess my little girl has no worries."

"My Duke Ming, Miss Qi, I'll say goodbye first and make an appointment next day."
Chapter completed!