"Like many women who have left the earth, my fairy has been fond of the bright moon since she was a child. It is not difficult for you today, so I will use this simplest 'bright moon' as the theme."

"You can freely express yourself, including poems, poems, and songs. You can write your best work within three sticks of incense and show it to my fairy. The one who can win her heart will be the guest tonight."

The pretty maid's clear words fell.

She took out a brass-colored incense burner and three sticks of incense, placed them on the table, and lit them one by one with fire sticks.

The whole audience in Zuixian Tower was plunged into a sea of ​​sound.

Everyone was talking a lot, and many guests on the second floor were also attracted by the excitement and hurried downstairs to join in this once-in-a-lifetime encounter.

Miss Luo Xiu, the top court lady in the largest Zuixian Tower in Xingzi Town, actually selected a man with poetry tonight?

If this was done in the past, it would have cost a lot of spiritual stone and fairy money, but now there are opportunities to participate, and you can go whoring for free...

Haha, it seems that the guests who did not come to Zuixianlou tonight will probably beat their chests after hearing this. However, the proprietress of Zuixianlou probably has a great reputation for her skills. How can she be so kind in soliciting customers...

Many guests in the audience thought secretly.

However, at this moment, everyone did not have too many thoughts. They only had three sticks of incense time, so they quickly wrote poems.

Luo Xiu was sitting behind the piano table, her smile gradually fading. Under her white gauze scarf, there was a faint smile on her lips.

She lowered her eyes and began to play the piano with her bare hands to entertain herself.

The bustling hall slowly became quiet amidst the melodious music of the piano.

While the pretty girl was lighting incense, another group of maids walked out from behind the door through which the two of them had just entered, wearing blue embroidered clothes and holding trays in their hands.

Inside the tray are pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other writing treasures from the study.

The pair of maids, uniformly dressed, went to the desks one after another in an orderly manner and presented the study's calligraphy treasures for the poetic people to write ink on.

Then he left quietly and orderly.

Because the table where Zhao Rong was sitting was crowded, several maids from Qingshang also came, but most of them were declined by Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall.

They are all Confucian scholars, so they naturally bring their own writing and ink all the time. They also have very good taste and are good at this art.

The writing calligraphy I brought with me was definitely better than what Zuixianlou provided.

So they all took out their own calligraphy treasures, and with a tacit understanding, they stopped talking and started to write.

We are all classmates and friends, and if we are interested in the 'reward', then we should compete when it is time to compete. There is nothing to lose face. To deliberately give in to the other party for the sake of friendship is an unscrupulous and stupid approach.

On weekdays, there are many poetry gatherings in the academy, and they are familiar with this situation now.

Therefore, at this time, students who want to fall in love with the fairy should do so according to their own abilities.

Let's see who can hug the beauty in the end.

When the maids in Qingshang saw the 'masters' who had brought their own equipment, they looked at each other and prepared to retreat silently. However, there was also a smart-looking maid among them, and they noticed an outlier among this group of well-behaved Confucian scholars.

The clever maid carried the tray and walked towards Zhao Rong. He had not yet taken out the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other items.

Zhao Rong smiled warmly at this smart maid and shook his head.

The latter was slightly stunned, took one more look at this strange young Confucian scholar who 'refused to have free sex', and turned around to leave.

"come over."

Zhao Qian'er, who had been standing quietly picking up vegetables behind Zhao Rong, suddenly said.

The smart maid turned around and looked timidly at the girl with an indifferent tone. She should have said the words just now.

I saw this indifferent girl holding a small white porcelain bowl in one hand and slender silver chopsticks in the other. She was looking at the table, picking up food from time to time without turning her head to look at her.

Facing the smart maid's face from the side, the curvature is perfect, the nose is straight, and the side face is so pretty that she, who has seen many brothel beauties, can't help but feel excited.

What a... What a handsome girl.

The smart girl couldn't help but take a few more glances at this indifferent girl who seemed to be serving a strange Confucian scholar.

In the field of vision, she was filling a bowl of clear meat soup lightly. She scooped a mouthful of meat soup from the inner edge of the bowl with a silver spoon. She lightly opened her pink lips and took a sip. She tasted it with squinted eyes and nodded lightly.

The indifferent girl did not look towards her, but turned around and held the clear meat soup in front of the strange scholar, smiling sweetly at him, "I didn't expect that the light taste of this off-the-ground dish is quite similar to our great Chu Qianjing. It should also suit your taste. Brother Rong'er, try this quickly, it's just right warm."

The latter smiled knowingly, patted her little hand holding the bowl, and took the white porcelain bowl proactively without letting her feed it.

Seeing this scene, the smart maid couldn't help but glance at the meat soup in the bowl and pursed her lips.

But in the next second, the smart girl who was dumbfounded suddenly lifted her shoulders and hurriedly brought the dish to her.

Zhao Qian'er smiled brightly and watched Zhao Rong take a bite of the meat soup. She took out the pink scented handkerchief that Zhao Rong had used and wiped a few green onion fingers. First, she turned to look at Luo Xiu, who was playing the piano gracefully on the stage. It has become the focus and motivation of all the men on the field.

Zhao Qian'er looked at the 'fairy' on the stage with her peach blossom eyes. At the same time, she silently folded the fragrant handkerchief with her little hand in front of her abdomen. After being quiet for a while, she looked back and took the tray from the smart maid's hand.

At the same time, she held the fragrant handkerchief folded in half between her two fingers and handed it to the smart maid.

"Cold spring water, boil it and wash it clean."

The words are simple and the meaning is shocking.

"Okay, okay, fairy." The clever maid wiped her hands on her clothes and quickly took the folded handkerchief with both hands.

She has long been accustomed to the strict and eccentric demands of some distinguished guests in the building. She has also encountered guests who asked for stinky tofu before...

But now I have to find spring water in the middle of the night.

The maid, who looked smart but was thin, bowed to Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er, and quickly showed a bright smile, but this smile was inadvertently revealing her young teeth, which were missing a front tooth.

Seeing that the indifferent girl stopped paying attention to her after giving her a plain instruction, she held the half-folded scented handkerchief and stepped back in small steps.

After leaving the noisy lobby on the first floor, the smile of the smart maid with missing front teeth had long since disappeared. She glanced left and right at the empty ship deck.

Except for a strange man with a sword standing in the distance on the bow of the boat, looking up at the moon, and who was a boring green servant of unknown family, there were no other figures of her companions anywhere.

The little maid with missing front teeth, who was left behind again, looked a little disappointed. She reached out to cover her growling belly. The cold night wind blew for a while, and she shivered, and then she tried her best to bloom a big smile. Then he jumped up and down to find spring water for the distinguished guest. Well, he also had to boil it...

In the lobby on the first floor, the noise has already subsided, and most people are hunkering down at their desks, meditating on creation.

The sound of the piano, as melodious as the spring water in a stream, flows through the table.

In a corner at the edge of the hall, the students around him were immersed in thinking about poetry, but Zhao Rong was particularly idle.

He glanced at the thin back of the smart maid leaving.

Zhao Rong turned around and stared at Zhao Qian'er.

She was obediently bowing her head, standing in front of Zhao Rong's desk, spreading paper and inkstone for him without saying a word.

The little girl moved gently, carefully and attentively. Her neat and smooth bangs and hair hanging from the temples covered her peach blossom eyes.

It's hard to see her face clearly.

Zhao Rong watched silently for a while.

After a while, he lowered his head and ate out the meat soup in the bowl. He stood up again and scooped out a bowl of milky white and delicious fish soup for himself. He used silver chopsticks to pick up pieces of the soup, as if to detect whether there were fish bones.

Zhao Rong knew exactly what the pink fragrant handkerchief that this little girl had just given to another little girl who was missing her front teeth was.

That was Xiao Qian'er's first Xumi object.

As for what’s inside…

Zhao Rong suddenly leaned down and tilted his head to peek at the expression on Zhao Qianer's face hidden by her bangs.

His movements were lightning fast.

However, what caught Zhao Rong's eyes was still Zhao Qian'er's calm expression.

She bit her pink lips lightly, glanced at him who was suddenly naughty, and curled her lips slightly, "Brother Rong'er, it's so boring."

Zhao Rong smiled awkwardly.

At this moment, Zhao Qianer finished kneading the inkstone and clapped her hands gently.

Zhao Rong handed over the delicious fish soup without thorns, and said with a wink like a dog-legger:

"Try it, it's the crucian carp fed by the spiritual creatures in Xingzi Lake. I heard that it is monopolized by several immortal shops in the town. Ordinary people are not allowed to fish without permission."

Zhao Qian'er's eyes reflected Brother Rong'er. She narrowed her peach blossom eyes and spat at him, "If you show courtesy for nothing, you are either committing adultery or stealing."

Zhao Rong straightened his face and said seriously: "Little Qian'er, drink my soup quickly. Humph, I advise you not to be disrespectful."

"You look like shit." Zhao Qian'er suppressed her smile with her pretty face and glared at Rong'er who was causing trouble, "I won't drink from you."

But even though she said that, she still pursed her lips and reached out to take it meekly.

"Ah, open your mouth." However, Zhao Rong retracted his hand and continued to push further, wanting to feed him himself.

Zhao Qian'er glanced at the students of Zhengyi Hall around him, and many of them raised their eyes to take a peek from time to time.

There was a blush on her cheeks, and she shook her head seriously.

Zhao Rong couldn't force herself and handed the bowl to her.

Zhao Qian'er took a sip of the warm fish soup.

His eyes curved into crescent moons.

The corners of the lips stained with a little milky white soup are also curved.

Zhao Rong knew that she didn't have a handkerchief, so he grabbed the scholar's sleeve and wiped the corners of her lips for her who liked to eat fish. He shook his head and said, "That's silly."
To be continued...