Everyone looked at this unfamiliar scholar in Tsing Yi with different expressions, but most of them were disdainful.

Why?

Because the familiar faces they recognized were all famous people in Tianhai County, such as Mr. Bai and Mr. Hang.

The former is the direct son of the largest squire family in Tianhai County, and the other is the son of the Tianhai County Sheriff...

Where did this handsome-looking scholar in blue clothes with a moustache come from? He must have been smart after studying for a few years...

Here, as the host, the scholar in purple is not stupid, so he naturally sees that the scholar in green suddenly appears to save the scholar in white.

But what they said was so pertinent that it was hard for me to refuse in front of everyone.

The purple-clothed scholar pretended to be open-minded and cheerful, and said: "My friend, you are being polite. You are a guest. This evening's poetry club originally invites everyone to come over and cultivate your sentiments. Brother, please feel free to do so."

The scholar in green clothes nodded and smiled, clasping his hands behind his back, he pondered for a moment and said: "There is no wind on all sides, and it's bitingly cold inside. It's like the word '图'."

"Brother Bai, am I right?" he asked the scholar in white with a smile.

picture……

The scholar in white suddenly realized, and his eyes suddenly flashed with light.

He raised his hand and touched his palm, "Congratulations, you got the answer right. It is indeed a picture with a purpose!"

At this time, other people on the seats also saw the logic behind it and nodded in praise.

The scholar in white once again looked at the scholar in green who was diagonally across from him. Inexplicably, a stranger came out to save him and showed kindness to him. What was his plan?

The scholar in white gave a meaningful smile: "Look back, I'll bring you the wine."

The scholar in green smiled and was about to sit down when he was stopped again by the scholar in purple.

"I didn't expect that this brother is actually a secret master in guessing riddles. I admire you. I haven't asked my brother for his name yet. Where does he live?" The scholar in purple asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the scholar in Tsing Yi's smile became a little strange.

"Mr. Hang, what you said makes me a little embarrassed. You are the host tonight. The invitation letter I have here is written by you. It was you who invited me to come to your poetry club. How come I'm here?

I got on the boat and actively participated, but you asked me about my family background? This...I can only laugh..."

The Tsing Yi scholar's words made some people in the audience laugh and murmur.

The scholar in white even laughed directly, "Young Master Hang is busy with everything, and noble people tend to forget things. It's normal that I don't remember you, so there's no need to be serious!"

The scholar in Tsing Yi shook the paper fan in his hand with a snap, fanned it lightly, smiled slightly, and shook his head slightly.

The purple-clothed scholar's face turned red. He smiled awkwardly and raised his hand towards the green-clothed scholar: "I have a bad memory. I'm ashamed. Brother, please sit down and let's continue playing."

The scholar in Tsing Yi didn't take it too seriously and sat down with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing originally didn't want to be in the limelight, but the scholar in white was her prey. If she wanted to get close to him, she would naturally have to show her kindness.

The fact that he couldn't answer the riddle just now was a good opportunity. The opportunity was fleeting and he had to seize it.

So, after sitting down again, the scholar in white across from him frequently glanced at me.

Yang Ruoqing also raised the wine cup in front of her and gestured to the scholar in white across from her, taking a sip.

The scholar in white also smiled slightly, picked up the wine cup, and the two drank from each other at a distance, as if the entertainment of other people in the elegant room had nothing to do with them.

Outside the corridor of the elegant room, a tall man in a black robe stood there. His eyes fell across the crowd on Yang Ruoqing and the scholar in white who frequently raised glasses with her.

A certain man frowned.

Although he knew that his wife came to the banquet tonight to help him investigate the case, seeing this scene, he felt as if a cat was in his heart, scratching him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

If he had known that his wife would stand out like this, he should have put a few more beards on her mouth before going out, preferably a full beard.

Also, Mr. Bai, you better be more honest. If you dare to take advantage of my wife, I will skin you!

"Master, Mr. Hang has been waiting for you on the third floor for a long time." Ye Yi came quietly and whispered to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang just came back to his senses.

Before leaving, he glanced at the scholar in white again in the elegant room. By chance, the scholar in white raised his head and met Luo Fengtang's eyes.

A sudden chill ran down the back of the scholar in white, as if an ice knife had been cut against his scalp, sending chills all over his body.

By the time he came to his senses, the man in black robes outside had already disappeared.

The man in white was stunned on the spot, filled with doubts, so he had to quickly pick up the wine and take a sip to calm down his shock.

The drum beat suddenly stopped, and a red flower ball fell into the arms of the scholar in purple.

Everyone then smiled and said, "Host, it's your turn, it's your turn to sing a song."

Yang Ruoqing and the scholar in white both looked at the scholar in purple, and then they realized that this session was about composing an impromptu poem in front of a portrait of a beautiful woman holding a pipa.

Beat the drum and pass the flowers around. Whoever passes the flowers must do it. This is the rule.

So, the purple-clothed scholar stood up with a smile. He first bowed his hands to everyone and said, "Then I will start by making a poem to attract others."

"When the waning moon goes out, beauties and their tearful words. The pipa has golden green feathers, and the oriole's words are on the strings. The people beside it are like the moon, and the people outside the green window are like flowers! The whole building is full of red sleeves, urging me to go home early!"

The purple-clothed scholar finished reciting his poem in a mellow tone, looking like he was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Others were also shaking their heads as they savored the poems of the scholar in purple, with different expressions, most of them intoxicated.

The scholar in white smiled lightly and said: "Young master Hang is really a lover. These green, thin and plump ones are all beauties. Every line in the words is full of pity for the beauties. It is really poetic and picturesque. In the gentle countryside, the geometry of life is happy and wonderful.

, but they don’t know about the suffering in the world, the sorrow of the people, the rise and fall of the country, alas!”

The purple-clothed scholar had a somewhat smug smile on his face, but he didn't expect that the white-clothed scholar who had been praising him changed the topic and turned into criticizing him for only knowing some romantic things.

No matter how good-tempered and courteous the scholar in purple is, he doesn't want to endure it any longer.

"Brother Bai, there is no conflict between talking about romance and caring about the world. We are gathered here tonight on a beautiful day. Brother Bai, please give me some sympathy and don't always say things that disgrace the scenery."

The scholar in white snorted coldly, "As I said before, I came to attend your romantic gathering to fulfill my filial piety to my father. My father's orders cannot be violated. If you think that my presence is a disgrace to the scenery, it doesn't matter.

Just leave on your own and say goodbye!"
Chapter completed!