On the window of the flower boat in the colorful pavilion, a graceful figure reflected in the green crabapple window.

The face is covered with light lead powder, the eyebrows and eyes are slender and graceful, like clouds, black hair, loose and loose, and the horse bun is rolled into a fallen horse bun. When you look back and turn around, the beads and tassels sway like scattered stars, crisp and jingle.

"How?" The woman opened her cherry lips lightly and breathed like an orchid.

While walking, a faint orchid fragrance lingered around me, leaving traces of fragrance until I sat down behind the table.

Raise your hand and pour tea.

Behave calmly and describes elegance.

It is in sharp contrast to the woman dressed in a maid who suddenly rushed into the house.

"Ni Shang." The woman called out, and the panic on her face faded slightly, "Those people from the Black Ice Pavilion have found us, and it is only a matter of time to catch up. What should I do? If the war starts on the flower boat tonight, I am afraid that the talents from Jiangnan at the dock will be involved."

Nishang, the rumored number one prostitute in Chang'an, shook her tea cup and looked at the tea leaves rising and falling in the tea soup.

“It’s so fast.”

The woman opposite said indignantly: "What a group of evil dogs, they smell the bloody smell of His Highness and chase them all! Even though we have attracted Jiangnan literati to gather in your name in recent days and strangled a group of them, these guys are endless, just like they can't kill them."

Nishang put the teacup heavily, raised her cold eyebrows and said murderously:

"Tonight should be the last batch. I want all the lackeys in the Black Ice Pavilion who hurt Your Highness will be buried in this Zhangzhou River!"

"But, I need some more time."

While she was thinking, she heard a noise on the dock again.

She called someone and asked what the situation was.

"The Liulang of Dongyang Sheng's family is here, too." The little maid said happily.

The Sheng family in Dongyang is so famous that even the famous Sheng Liulang got involved in Nishang's boarding appointment. It was also a kind of honor for Nishang, and the maid around her was even more honorable.

Nishang walked slowly forward and came to a room near the dock. When he opened the window, he could see the dock where the bow of the boat was leaning against. In the crowded crowd, two groups of people were led.

A group of people are centered on Sheng Mingyang, including Jiang Xi, Sheng Mingxuan, Su Ce, etc.

The other group is centered on Qin Yuan, and there are some people behind him.

The two groups of people came to compete against each other, causing the Jiangnan literati who were originally here to participate in the boarding appointment to turn from participants to bystanders. They didn't care about this, but instead watched the excitement with great enthusiasm, waiting to see who could board the ship first.

When Nishang saw it, she smiled slightly.

"It seems that our Nishang Pavilion will welcome the first guest tonight."

...

"Sheng Mingyang! I didn't expect you to be here!" Qin Yuan grinned and showed a bad smile, "I thought you would be worried about losing to me and escaped in the last battle."

"Will I lose?" Sheng Mingyang glanced at Qin Yuan sideways, sneering coldly as if he had heard a huge joke!

Qin Yuan couldn't see Sheng Mingyang's proud look, and he gritted his teeth secretly.

"It's best if you didn't run! Without saying much, we're going to board the ship, how about it!"

"That's the point!"

The two of them took a few steps forward and approached the bow of the Nishangge flower boat.

A maid stood at the bow of the ship, and the so-called wooden sign was hanging on the wall behind him.

The wooden sign was hung three days ago. If no one can write a poem that touches Nishang until today, then the wooden sign will be taken back and a new question will be hung.

During this period, I changed the wooden sign several times, but no one could take it off.

And this time, there is only one word engraved on it.

"Yue?" Sheng Mingyang widened his eyes and leaned closer. This was the first time he saw the question.

Unlike him, Qin Yuan didn't read the title even though he read it. Obviously, he had known the words on the wooden sign for a long time.

"By the way, Sheng Liu, let me introduce you to you. This is my cousin, Song Shang. This time I went to Nishang Pavilion to focus on my cousin. You should have no objection."

To put it bluntly, I just asked my cousin Song Shang to write poems for him, Qin Yuan.

Although Qin Yuan asked this very angrily, the fact is that even if Sheng Mingyang said he had any objections, he would probably not think about it and would still do his own thing.

Sheng Mingyang couldn't see through this kid's nature.

Now that Sheng Mingyang saw Song Shang, he knew where Qin Yuan’s confidence came from.

"You actually asked someone to help you?" Sheng Mingyang was angry and pointed at Qin Yuan and shouted angrily.

Qin Yuan spread his hands and grinned: "The rules of Nishang Pavilion did not say that only the one who wrote the poem would be allowed to board the boat. If my cousin passed, I would follow him on the boat... Haha, Sheng Mingyang, so I will naturally board the boat before you."

Sheng Mingyang angrily shouted: "Despicable behavior!"

"That's all, I just used it reasonably. Is there anything wrong?" Qin Yuan said with a gamble, as if he had won the bet.

"You!" Sheng Mingyang seemed speechless, his chest kept rising and falling, obviously being so angry.

Someone was watching next to him suddenly remembered something.

"By the way! Isn't this Song Shang a child prodigy who was so popular a few years ago?"

When people mentioned this, more and more people began to think of it.

"Is it the one who was admitted to Chang'an Imperial College in the Twelve?"

"It turned out to be him."

"With Song Prodigy, I guess I can get it right away when I climbed to Nishang Pavilion."

Everyone talked about Song Shang's identity.

The Jiangnan area is respected by the two major academies of Jiangnan and the Six Paths. Both are the most premier academies in the entire Dayundu.

But after all, the two major academies are just first-class in the prefectures, and above the prefectures, there is also the high Imperial College in Chang'an.

There is the place where the real great scholars gather, and literati from all over the world yearn for the scenery.

Compared with the Imperial College, the only thing that Liudao Academy has won is Mr. Sanxi, Shanchang. In other aspects, they are slightly inferior.

The Imperial College recruited students from fourteen to nineteen years old, and Song Shang was twelve years old and crossed the numerous barriers between Jiangnan and Chang'an and was admitted to the Imperial College, which was enough to show that he was very talented.

No wonder when the name Song Shang was mentioned, everyone firmly believed in Qin Yuan and others' boarding.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Seeing Qin Yuan becoming more and more proud, Sheng Mingyang gradually restrained his anger, his expression calm and calm, and his emotions only changed for a moment.

"Since you are asking someone to play for you, that's just right." Sheng Mingyang slowly tidied up his sleeves. The person who was still angry just now seemed to be not him. "Come on, I'll introduce you to my friend."

Sheng Mingyang raised his chin and said proudly:

"She once defeated three Mr. Yushan in a row, making the other party consider himself inferior, and is the best of poetry, painting and calligraphy!"

"She even made the Yushan bell ring in a row, 9981 times, shaking through Zhangzhou!"

"She is the genius student of my Liudao Academy, Jiang Xi!"

Jiang Xi seemed to be responding to Sheng Mingyang, and took a step forward with a smile. Shi Shi appeared in front of everyone, calmly accepting the baptism of attention from all directions, but was still calm.

Her robe blew gently with the wind, proud and polite.
Chapter completed!