Yang Ruoqing showed the invitation letter on her body to the person in charge of escorting her on the shore. She was quickly arranged to board the ship, and then took a seat in a poetic and elegant room.

When she arrived, the elegant seats in the private room were already filled with literati from all over the world.

Yang Ruoqing doesn't know how much real material these literati have in their stomachs, nor does she know what their character and integrity are like, what their outlook on life, worldview and values ​​are like. She doesn't know anything about these deep-seated things now, but

Judging from the appearance of these people, they all look very human-like, neatly dressed, with clear eyes and heads held high.

Especially when she saw them behaving well and chatting and laughing with each other, the words suddenly flashed through Yang Ruoqing's mind, "There are great scholars when talking and laughing, but there are no idle people when interacting."

Ha, she couldn't help but want to find a word to praise herself. The village woman from Changping Village sneaked into a place like this, and she even started to be arty, with a random poem in her mind!

Yang Ruoqing told herself not to drift, otherwise her secret would be exposed.

The purpose of her coming here was not to talk about poetry and poetry with them. She didn't even understand what rhyme meant. She came here to observe the situation and see who among these literati and poets were, probably, the pushy ones.

Do you like beautiful women and wine? Do you like calligraphy, painting and curios?

Or depressed?

All in all, Yang Ruoqing regarded this place as a tile market, where she came to pick out the potatoes that she could sleep with.

Yang Ruoqing was sitting alone, and she didn't know anyone on the left or right.

No one came to say hello to her, so she was happy to be quiet, pretending to sip tea while looking around.

She found a scholar in white clothes sitting diagonally opposite her, also drinking tea alone.

Judging from the scholar's clothes, he must have a good family background, and the scholar around him is also very smart.

Although he was drinking tea alone, eyes fell on him from time to time. They were all from other literati students. Their eyes were filled with envy and awe, even a bit to please. They wanted to please but did not dare to come forward. It seemed that the man in white

The student is a very difficult person to get along with.

Yang Ruoqing was very surprised how she could have such a guess about a person she had never met before. Something happened before her eyes, which just confirmed her guess.

A young man wearing purple clothes and dressed as a scholar came to the scholar in white, bowed his hands, and greeted him actively.

"Brother Bai..."

"Any advice?"

As soon as the purple-clothed scholar opened his mouth, the white-clothed scholar raised his eyelids and glanced at the purple-clothed scholar in front of him, and asked coldly.

The purple-clothed scholar smiled and said: "Don't dare, don't dare, Brother Bai is so impressed by the beautiful scenery tonight, so he came over to say hello and thank Brother Bai for coming here..."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing understood that this well-dressed student in purple was the initiator and host of tonight's poetry meeting?

"My father forced me to come. Otherwise, I would rather cover my head and sleep at home than come to this noisy and vulgar party!"

This is the answer given by the scholar in white.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, my dear, you really didn't mince words in what you said. Does your family have a mine?

Looking at tonight's host, the scholar in purple was not angry at all, as if he had been prepared for the reaction and attitude of the scholar in white.

"Brother Bai is really funny. No matter what, the fact that Brother Bai can come to this poetry meeting will add color to tonight's poetry meeting. Brother Bai, please help yourself and say hello to the other classmates."

The scholar in white raised his eyebrows, picked up the tea bowl in front of him, took another sip, and said: "With dirty conduct and following the influence of others, even this tea has a stench. It's really disgusting!"

Just when the scholar in purple clothes turned around, when he heard the words of the scholar in white clothes, the muscles on his face twitched, but then he returned to normal and walked away gracefully, continuing to chat and laugh with other arriving literati.

Yang Ruoqing continued to look at the scholar in white, and her intuition told her that this person was somewhat incompatible with the other people here, but other people still gave him face, so he must have a background.

Okay, I’ve booked this potato, and then I’ll look at the others.

When all the invited guests arrived one after another, the sound of guzheng sounded in the elegant room.

The woman who was talking about the guzheng sat behind the curtain. When the guzheng played, the noisy people stopped talking in a tacit understanding and began to enjoy the beauty of the music.

Some people hummed along, some people followed the beat lightly with their fingers, some people nodded secretly, and even the arrogant scholar in white seemed to have put away his hedgehog hair at this time, squinting his eyes slightly, looking like he was enjoying it.

Each and every one of them seems to be well versed in the music, and they are all enjoying and appreciating it.

Only Yang Ruoqing was sitting there looking around. In her previous life, she had listened to a lot of music of various styles, ancient, modern, rock, quiet, dynamic...

All kinds of Internet celebrity music come and go like a revolving door, and you can't even listen to it. Those world-famous piano songs have also been used as ringtones for mobile phones.

To be honest, the guzheng played by the girl behind the curtain really didn't make any sense to her. She just felt it was choking and made her mouth dry. She simply grabbed a bowl of tea and drank it carefully.

I was drinking, not wanting to attract attention.

Finally, the song ended.

The host, the scholar in purple, stood up and told everyone the opening remarks.

The opening remarks were very formal, and the general idea was to welcome everyone to the poetry party, and then praise everyone.

This means that those who can come and are qualified to participate are all outstanding, well-known and talented scholars from Tianhai County.

Tonight is a gathering of elites, everyone is communicating and learning, admiring the moon, drinking wine, reciting poems and composing poems to cultivate one's sentiments, having fun and so on.

"Mr. Hang, your opening remarks are too cumbersome. Since you yourself said that good times and beautiful scenery cannot be delayed, then let's cut the long story short and get to the point quickly!"

The purple-clothed scholar was still standing there eloquently delivering his opening speech, but a discordant voice sounded from the audience.

Everyone followed the sound and looked, it was the scholar in white.

The scholar in white was looking at the scholar in purple impatiently, his eyebrows and words full of urging.

The purple-clothed scholar was a little embarrassed, so he cut off a large paragraph of gorgeous lines at the end, introduced tonight's entertainment in a concise and comprehensive manner, and quickly sat down.

"Mr. Hang?"

Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows moved and her eyes fell silently on the man in purple.

Before coming, Luo Fengtang revealed to her that the host of tonight's poetry club is related to Hang Zhenxing, and is his son. That is the scholar in purple.

Haha, Yang Ruoqing has never seen what Hang Zhenxing looks like. But this Ziyi Shu looks pretty good, with a creamy face. In modern times, he is a typical little fresh meat, the kind that sisters and aunts like.

But it's a pity that Yang Ruoqing is an exception. She doesn't like fresh meat, she loves old bacon.
Chapter completed!