The building is full of flowers.

In the lobby on the first floor.

This hall is already crowded with people!

The poetry meeting has not officially started yet, and is now being "warmed up."

On the stage in the hall, there was already a group of dancers dancing, accompanied by music... These are free and do not cost money. This is one of the reasons why the Poetry Club is so popular.

After the dance, there were pipa solos, ditty playing and singing, etc.

These are the top songs and dances in Huamanlou. If you want to enjoy them alone, you will probably have to spend thousands of taels.

A veritable gold-selling den!

Under the stage, in the nearest position, three people, Zhu Xiuyuan, Jiangdu Wang, and Yan Dashan, were sitting on it.

King Jiangdu was not very interested in singing and dancing. He just watched quietly and glanced sideways at Zhu Xiuyuan from time to time.

Zhu Xiuyuan rummaged through his memory for the poems he wanted to copy later... He finally had time to study the poems that had been circulated in the world and knew which ones could be copied and which ones should not be copied.

Talking about the mountains is like sitting on pins and needles.

First of all, this position... He actually sat in the same place as his benefactor and King Jiangdu!

Oh my God, Yan Dashan, a kind-hearted man, has his little heart beating like crazy. He has never been so prosperous in his life. You know, his current identity is just a servant!

In addition, it is the venue of Huamanlou.

He had been involved in the secret incident of his benefactor's "private meeting with Kou Wanwan" and knew the relationship between his benefactor and Kou Wanwan.

But... my benefactor actually pretended not to recognize Kou Wanwan, and still attended the poetry meeting she held here, and even made a bet with King Jiangdu...

All these things made Yan Dashan feel strange.

This makes him, a kind person, really uncomfortable!

Because his benefactor wouldn't let him leave, he sat here, wanting to laugh sometimes, cry sometimes, and be in a daze...

After a while, the song and dance performance ended.

On the stage, three layers of bead curtains and two layers of translucent tulle were put down to cover up the world inside.

It's vague, hazy, and not really clear, but it greatly stimulates the desire to explore deep in the heart.

Suddenly, the whole hall erupted into howls of ghosts and wolves.

Kou Wanwan is out!

I saw her slowly turning out from behind a screen, wearing a gauze mask, supported by a maid on each side, and walked slowly to a desk in the middle of the stage and sat down.

The maids on the left and right stood behind him.

Among the two maids, one of them was Xiao Huan, whom Zhu Xiuyuan recognized.

But the other person looked unfamiliar. She was also wearing a red dress. She stood tall and proud, scanning the world outside the stage. There seemed to be curiosity, indifference, and a hint of excitement in her eyes.

Zhu Xiuyuan stared at the unfamiliar maid, then looked at Kou Wanwan.

Separated by three layers of bead curtains, two layers of tulle, and the tulle on Kou Wanwan's face... no one could actually see her appearance clearly.

However, Zhu Xiuyuan still felt slightly unhappy.

After a while, Xiaohuan took two steps forward, but he was still behind the heavy bead curtain.

Everyone saw Xiao Huan pressing down with both hands, so everyone stopped crying and howling.

The whole hall fell silent.

During this process, no one noticed that King Jiangdu secretly glanced at the maid in red skirt behind the heavy bead curtain, both of them had glaring eyes...

Xiaohuan smiled and made a preface, saying that the weather was good today and her daughter was in a good mood, so she decided to hold this poetry meeting. Anyone who thinks they are talented can come forward to write a poem, and Kou Wanwan will make the final judgment and make the selection.

The top poet in the poetry society, the one who wins the top poetry award can enter Kou Wanwan's boudoir to have a talk...

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall became restless.

Let’s go into Kou Wanwan’s boudoir for a chat!

Although you can't do anything because all the singing and dancing girls in Huamanlou are Qinghuan, it would be extremely wonderful to be able to talk and chat with Miss Kou up close!

Perhaps, the process of meeting Kou Wanwan was not very pleasant. But it is nice to talk about it and it is very honorable.

Chen Guo's literary style was at its peak, and these scholars valued this appearance...

Zhu Xiuyuan listened to the ghosts crying and howling in the hall, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to lift the heavy bead curtain, rush up, catch Kou Wanwan, and teach her a lesson!

This woman is so capable of tormenting and behaving like a monster!

Xiaohuan suppressed the howling ghosts and wolves again, said a few more words, and then announced the beginning of the poetry meeting.

"Your Majesty, I am going to compose a poem right now. Your Majesty, are you going?" Zhu Xiuyuan stood up and cupped his hands.

"Uh... I don't need it. Haha, although I made a bet with Uncle Jiang Cheng, I still wish Uncle Jiang Cheng to come out on top, win the title of poetry, and return home with a beautiful woman!" King Jiangdu said with a smile.

"Borrowing the prince's good words..."

Zhu Xiuyuan walked to the side of the stage, where pens, ink, paper and inkstones had already been prepared. He dipped his pen in the ink and composed a poem in a few strokes. After drying the ink, he handed it over to the clerk at Huamanlou.

The guys at Huamanlou are responsible for collecting poems written by talented people, sorting them out, and then handing them over to the small ring inside the heavy bead curtain.

Through Xiaohuan's hand, the poem manuscript was placed on Kou Wanwan's desk.

In fact, the guests in the building were notified of the poetry meeting this time very early, and the song and dance performance just took less than half an hour. After such a long time, the talent who intends to win over the poetry leader has already been prepared in his heart.

Abdomen.

Therefore, many people write as soon as they pick up the pen and finish the manuscript in just a few breaths.

Soon, the guy who specializes in collecting poetry manuscripts had collected all the manuscripts and respectfully handed them over to the small ring behind the heavy bead curtain.

Xiaohuan naturally knew what her young lady was thinking, so she took out the last poem manuscript and placed it on top, and then put a large stack of manuscript paper on the young lady's desk.

Since Zhu Xiuyuan finished it the fastest, the clerk put it at the bottom when he collected the poems.

Xiaohuan knew that her young lady actually had the purpose of "spoofing" Zhu Xiuyuan's poem in organizing this poetry gathering.

The young lady loves Zhu Xiuyuan's poems like treasures. When she misses Mr. Zhu, she always sleeps with them close to her heart...

So she put Zhu Xiuyuan's poem manuscript at the top so that the lady could see it immediately.

Kou Wanwan was originally sitting behind the desk. When the pile of poem manuscripts was placed on the table, she immediately picked up the first copy and was so impatient that the ladylike posture she had maintained for so long collapsed a little.

The first poem draft was written by Zhu Xiuyuan.

Kou Wanwan looked quickly and saw what was written above:

“The mountain is high, and the beginning of the month is small.

The moon is so small, how bright it is.

I have something to think about far away, and when I don’t see you for a day, my heart becomes quiet.”

Kou Wanwan's breathing quickened, her whole body trembled slightly, and her hands holding the poem manuscript unconsciously exerted force, pinching the paper into wrinkles.

However, she immediately woke up and hurriedly let go of her hands and smoothed out the wrinkles. Her movements were extremely careful and gentle, her brows were soft and smiling, which was very different from her former days.

Seeing this, Xiao Huan couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker secretly.

The maid in the red dress on the other side glanced at the manuscript paper, then secretly "cut it" with disgust in her eyes.

Kou Wanwan took this poem manuscript and read it over and over for a long time, seeming to be obsessed with it.

Especially the line "I haven't seen you for a day, my heart is quiet" in this poem is like a "Cupid's arrow", which pierced her heart, and bursts of sweetness filled her heart, so that she forgot the following.

That big pile of poems.

Thanks to Xiaohuan's reminder, she remembered this...

Soon after.

The poetry meeting reaches its most exciting stage.

That is to recite in public, from the worst poetry to the best poetry!

Regardless of whether the poems are well written or not, when one's poems are read out in public, they will always get a lot of applause, which makes it very lively.

but……

Zhu Xiuyuan, King Jiangdu, and Yan Dashan were all yawning.

Zhu Xiuyuan looked down upon the poems they wrote. Compared with the poems in his memory, these written rubbish were simply rubbish and not worth listening to.

Besides, Zhu Xiuyuan actually doesn’t know how to analyze and appreciate a poem...

If everyone knew what Zhu Xiuyuan was thinking, Zhu Xiuyuan would probably be sprayed all over his body!

King Jiangdu is a warrior through and through. He hates articles, poems and the like. The reason why he is still here is to make a bet with Zhu Xiuyuan.

So those poems sounded like bullshit to him and he had no idea what they were saying!

As for Yan Dashan, he actually doesn’t understand the beauty of poetry. In fact, he has been yawning for a long time...

As time goes by.
To be continued...