The maid covered her face and cried bitterly, "Save your life at the charge, I know that I am wrong."

The manager seemed to refuse to explain when she was about to come, and was furious and came forward to kick her, "It's fine if you don't want to survive? Could it be that I will implicate my Wangyue Pavilion and follow you to bury her?"

The young men next door heard the noise and raised their voices, "What happened there?"

Judging from the shadows, it seems that someone is coming to find out.

Ye Miao said: "Ms. Shangguan invited me to the poetry meeting today. Don't disturb everyone's interest because of a small matter."

She raised her hand to stop the steward, "You go down and review, and arrange for someone to copy the word."

The manager was embarrassed, "Yes, the eldest princess."

After saying that, he bowed his goodbye and left, and at the same time ordered someone to drag the maid away.

"It's nothing, let's continue." Ye Miao said to Shangguan Jiu.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Song Ning'er standing not far away from her and let out a long sigh in secret.

Ye Miao curled her lips and withdrew her eyes.

After a while, a tall and thin maid came up, bowed to Ye Miao, and began to copy the words.

After copying, he wrote it and handed it over to the nanny who was responsible for collecting the poems.

After the nanny was messing up the order with everyone on her back, she took the maids to paste the poems on the screen facing the young men.

The ladies completed the task, and each of them was much more relaxed. They ordered the building to bring tea and snacks, and gathered together in groups of three or three to chat.

Qi Hui brought a plate of pastries over and said, "Sister Dahuang, how do you feel about the poems you made?"

"It's okay." The pastry was crystal clear. Ye Miao looked at it and picked up a piece to eat it.

Qi Hui patted her shoulder with a clear look, "Don't worry about the eldest prince, I will be with you."

Ye Miao nodded without explanation.

The young men next door have already started to gather together to appreciate it. At the beginning, it was nothing, but occasionally a few casual chats came over.

Not long after, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Good word!"

Perhaps this shout attracted everyone, and the young men suddenly became excited.

"Good word!"

"It's a good word!"

"Is this a name passed down through the ages?"

"Can't wait to know which lady wrote it!"

"Hurry, hurry up, bidding starts!"

In the past, it took at least half an hour for the young masters to appreciate and appreciate. Today is almost the same as in less than two quarters of an hour, and they are already urging to start bidding.

The person in charge of bidding was a scholar in his forties. When someone called Mr. Zhang, he probably looked very excited after reading the poem.

Fortunately, I didn't forget the purpose of this visit.

"First talk to all the gentlemen. This bidding is to raise funds. Whether it is good or bad, the reserve price starts from 1,000 taels. Each price increase is more than 100 taels, and there is no cap on the upper limit..."

"Okay, we all know, stop talking nonsense, start quickly."

It is rare for the young men to ignore their image urging.

Mr. Zhang said: "If there is no objection, then start now. The first song is at the lowest price of 1,000 taels..."

The bidding has begun there. The ladies remembered the excitement of those people just now and couldn't help but look at Shangguan Jiu enviously.

"Ms. Shangguan's masterpiece seems to have caused a lot of sensation."

"I can't wait to see what Miss Shangguan wrote." A lady reached out to ask for it, "Can I feast my eyes first?"

The other ladies also started to make excuses.

Shangguan Jiu put down the teacup without any haste, with a confident and generous smile on his face, "It's not that I want to keep it a secret, but I was organized by me. I can't take the lead in breaking the rules."

Before the final result was announced, the ladies could not read each other's poems, and the young men could not read any of the poems they wrote, just to reveal the suspense at the end.

This kind of practice of raising a person's appetite is somewhat meaningful! Ye Miao couldn't help but look at Shangguan Jiu.

"Since Miss Shangguan said that, we can't let you break the rules."

"But the more this happens, the more curious I am."

Song Ning'er sat not far away, with a little disdain on her face. She didn't attend the previous poetry meeting, so she let Shangguan Jiu win the first place. This time she came. How could the first place be Shangguan Jiu's?

Thinking about the final announcement of the result, everyone's eyes were unbelievable, and Song Ning'er's waist was a little straight.

There have been seven poems over there bidding. Someone saw Cheng Shuo not calling the price once, and asked curiously: "Your Highness, why don't you bid?"

Shangguan Bai, who was three positions away from them, heard this and sneered: "I'm afraid I don't understand, so I can't tell the difference."

Just now, Cheng Shuo asked him and Dong Yao to make a fool of themselves in public, and now all the young masters have deliberately left him more than one meter. Shangguan Bai could not swallow this and wanted to humiliate Cheng Shuo as soon as he took the opportunity.

The young master who had just spoken could not hear it, "Young Master Shangguan is such a bad word. Why do you need to understand the bidding? Could it be possible to make mistakes if you shout the price? Your Highness must not like the previous songs, so he has not bid."

When the people next to him heard this, they couldn't help but look at Shangguan Bai, and the expression in their eyes was self-evident.

Shangguan Bai closed his mouth in disappointment, thinking that as soon as the result was announced, it would be too late for you to curry favor with me!

He was very confident in Shangguan Jiu and intuitively believed that the stunning work just now must have been written by Shangguan Jiu.

"I'm here, don't say anything!"

The exciting poem started to bid for, and Mr. Zhang's expression was excited, "The twelfth poem, the price is 1,000 taels..."

Before he finished speaking, someone shouted loudly: "Five thousand taels!"

Wow! No one was excited by the young men, and the ladies were suddenly in an uproar.

You should know that the previous eleven songs were the lowest, one thousand three hundred taels and the highest, two thousand taels.

Now this song has been called five thousand at once...

"Ten thousand taels!"

Wow! The ladies are so excited!

"Ten thousand taels!"

Isn’t it a one hundred tael and a hundred taels going up? How did it become a five thousand tael and a five thousand tael and a five thousand tael going up?

"Twenty thousand taels!"

"Thirty thousand taels!"

Most of the ladies who came to attend the poetry meeting were wealthy, but they could take out hundreds or thousands of taels of silver at a time, and tens of thousands of taels of taels, which they could not even imagine.

"Fifty thousand taels!" A clear and beautiful voice sounded.

The ladies whispered, "That's the voice of His Royal Highness, I remember." A young lady said with a red face like a silly flower.

I heard that Cheng Shuo was bidding, so many people looked at Ye Miao with pity.

My future husband spent a lot of money on poems written by other women, even for doing good deeds, probably feeling uncomfortable.

"Grand Prince, the elder brother-in-law is also doing good deeds, don't take it to heart." Qi Hui comforted.

"Oh." Ye Miao drank tea slowly, not caring at all.

However, this expression fell into the eyes of those who are interested, but it was like pretending to be indifferent.

Shangguan Jiu smiled and took his eyes back.

The bidding next to it hasn't stopped yet.

"Sixty-five thousand taels!"

The more they reached the end, fewer and fewer young men could afford high prices. They liked that poem, but the budget given by their families was limited.

"100,000 taels!" said a tender child voice.

Mr. Zhang coughed, "Young Master, this is not a joke."

He thought Baoer thought it was fun, so he followed him and looked at Cheng Shuo, hoping that Cheng Shuo could manage and not break the rules.

Cheng Shuo stuffed a piece of mung bean cake into Baoer's mouth. Baoer said vaguely, "It's not as delicious as Aunt Taohua."

But he is hungry now and has no choice.

"What my son said is what I mean!" Cheng Shuo said: "In my eyes, this poem is priceless, one hundred thousand taels, which is too worth it."

Mr. Zhang had no choice but to refute because in his opinion, Cheng Shuo was right.

Most of the young men also felt that this was the case, except for Shangguan Bai who thought Cheng Shuo was pretending.

The ladies looked at Ye Miao's eyes and became more and more sympathetic.

One hundred thousand taels exceeded the ability of the young masters, and in the end they could only watch the poem fall into Cheng Shuo's hands.

There are more than a dozen songs next, all of which are ordinary, ranging from 1,300 to 3,000 taels.

If it weren't for this 100,000 taels of 100,000 taels, it would be great, but now 100,000 taels of pearls are in front and the back will not be able to spur any splash unless it can be surpassed by a large amount.
To be continued...