After entering the Suiya Mountain Room, Zhang Yidao glanced at him and found that there were not many guests inside. There were a few people he knew. The fourth young master of Bianjing had been here for a long time and was drinking tea around a simple table. Zhang Yidao knew them, but unfortunately they didn't know Zhang Yidao. In front of the fourth young master, Zhang Yidao was still self-aware. He was able to go to the Suiya Mountain Room with them to attend the poetry meeting, which made him feel honored.

This feeling is like winning the championship in the Examination Test, the feeling of being so ecstatic.

Zhang Yidao pretended to be very calm and looked at a poem mounted on the inner wall. He murmured along the words: "The most dream is hard to accept in the vast ocean. The sword energy is soaring for thousands of years, and the literary stars gather in a state. Spring flowers are competing to see each other, and heroes climb the tower together. The couplets are drinking in the wind, and the high love is retained by the moon."

Poetry is not a good line for eternity, but it is very touching Zhang Yidao's heart. Wenxing gathers in one state, and Junjie climbs the tower together. Haha, is Wenxing here? Is Junjie talking about me? Alas, there are still people in the world who remember me, Zhang Yidao. I was able to come in to ask about poetry with Wenxing here, and I have no regrets in my life.

Tears faintly flowed in Zhang Yidao's eyes. I haven't felt this way for a long time. I have read books for decades and it is rare to be recognized.

In the Song Dynasty, when he was recruiting scholars, he only took several people in each subject. It was extremely difficult to pass the spring examination. Zhang Yidao knew that he had no hope in his life, and many people had long forgotten his talent and knowledge. Unexpectedly, he finally regained some hope.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked into the hall casually. At this time, there were many people coming in and they each found a seat to sit down. Most of the people who could come in were talented and were constantly nodding and respecting each other's eyes.

Zhang Yidao sat down, and a young man next to him immediately closed his fan, bowed to him, and said, "My husband's name is Gao?"

Seeing that the young master was very enthusiastic, Zhang Yidao felt close to him. So he quickly said, "I'm the only surname Zhang." He did not say his name but only his surname, and he was full of indescribable hiddenness. The name his parents gave him was really poisonous. One knife, one knife, one knife, one knife, and one knife, and one knife, which was also a knife, which was not auspicious or elegant. Even the heroes who robbed the family on the mountain did not take this nickname.

The young master smiled again: "It turns out it's Mr. Zhang." Then he chatted with Zhang Yidao and asked Zhang Yidao if he had paid attention to next year's spring exam recently. When scholars talked about this, there were always endless topics. Zhang Yidao had many exams, but he had not been able to pull down every show in recent years. He was experienced and gave the young master guidance as a person who had experienced it. The young master kept nodding and sighed: "It's a pity that Mr. Zhang cannot be nominated. Mr. Zhang doesn't have to be upset, he will be in high school sooner or later."

Zhang Yidao quickly thanked him, but later he realized that the young master's surname was Wen and named Wen Bizhou. Look, this name is so good, both easy to speak and elegant, and people can't compare with others. "Hey, when it comes to this, why do I blame my father again? Forget it, I don't want to talk to my father anymore."

Just at this moment, a young lady came over with pastries and tea. The young lady was naturally beautiful, dressed in an ordinary dress, and stood in the hall, but seemed to have lotus water. She smiled in her mouth, and her smile was not much more, but less, both gentle and dignified. She moved over step by step, and her voice was better than that of the yellow orioles. She murmured: "Please invite two husbands, the young masters, the young masters, and eat some pastries. When the talents all entered the venue, the poetry meeting began. If there is any negligence, please do not be surprised."

What she said was very appropriate, and then she smiled slightly, revealing two teeth, which were more elegant than the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the ladies of the lad

Zhang Yidao was old and didn't realize anything. He just felt that this woman was like the spring breeze pouring on her face, and what she said made him feel very satisfied. But the gentleman Wen Bizhou was different. A ray of light flashed in his eyes and said, "No wonder, no wonder..." and then he went to pick up the tea handed over by the little brother. When he touched the lady's hand, he suddenly felt that his fingertips were very smooth, as if he had touched the best silk, which was refreshing.

The lady immediately shrank her hands, her cheeks turned shyly, and the corners of her skirt raised, leaving behind a beautiful figure that made Mr. Wen think.

"I don't know where this lady came from? Wow, it's really heart-warming. That look and smile made me tremble." Young Master Wen was stunned, and he was a little confused and a little reluctant to think about it. He was a passionate young man, and there were naturally many women around him. There were two concubines at home, but now I think about it, compared with that lady, the concubines at home were simply dirt.

What is the most heart-warming thing? What kind of beauty can make people miss it day and night? The beauty of the country is beautiful and the beauty of the country is actually empty talk. Women's faces have their own characteristics. In the eyes of a hundred people, there are a hundred beautiful beauties. At this moment, Mr. Wen has an inexplicable throbbing. This throbbing comes from the most primitive wildness of the male, a desire to possess. What is the most precious thing in the world? There is only one answer, that is, something that you will never get.

The more you can't get it, the more itchy Mr. Wen's heart is, like a hundred claws scratching his heart, with a kind of bitterness and sweetness.

"Young Master Wen, Youth Master Wen..." Zhang Yidao could not have imagined that Mr. Wen was an impatient person. Although Saint Confucius said that food, sex, and court officials were proud of being in love with prostitutes, you were too anxious. As for this? Zhang Yidao already felt a little careless about making friends.

Young Master Wen came to his senses, apologized repeatedly, and chatted with Zhang Yidao again, but his mind was no longer focused on chatting, and his mind was filled with the beautiful figure of the lady, which could not be removed.

Zhang Yidao gradually lost the interest in speaking, so he went to drink tea slowly. He didn't know if he didn't drink this tea, but after drinking it, he felt endless aftertaste and said, "Good tea, yes, I seem to have tasted this tea somewhere. Yes, it's amazing that it was in Lingyin Temple. Could this monk from Lingyin Temple come here to cook tea for guests? If this is true, this tea alone will be worth the trip."

Zhang Yidao went to taste the pastry again, and he praised it again. He entered this beautiful mountain house. All he saw, heard and touched were the most exquisite things in the world. In addition to being comfortable, he also had a strong sense of accomplishment. In just half an hour, Zhang Yidao felt a lot.

The guests were almost all here, and there were as many as a hundred people. The bustling hustle made the spacious hall feel crowded. Some of them came late and had to find a small round stool to sit in the corner, looking forward to it, full of expectations.

At this time, Wu Saner came down from the building, wearing a winged hat, and a good round neck shirt. After changing into a vest, he was indeed much more energetic than the previous small hat. He bowed to everyone and said, "Talented men and heroes, today is the auspicious day for the Suiya Mountain House to open. You can come to support us. Our store is full of glory and honor..."

Halfway through Wu Saner's words, someone said, "Please come out quickly, Mr. Chen Ji and Chen."

Everyone shouted: "Yes, please come out and meet us."

After all, Wu Saner had not experienced a big scene, so she quickly shrank her tongue and couldn't continue talking anymore, saying, "Should you stay, I'll go and invite Mr. Chen to come." Then she went upstairs.

Upstairs, Chen Ji and Chen Ao both had a calm face, and a piece of painted paper was spread on the table. Zhou Heng on the side said: "This was sent by the princess last night. It seems that the princess is still not convinced."

Chen Ji's eyes fell on the word "天" signed by the painting, his face changed, and he said, "Is it Princess Qinghe who gave it to you? Didn't you say who drew it?"

Zhou Hengman said indifferently: "What should I ask this for?"

Chen Ao smiled: "Because this is the original."

"The original work? Whose original work?" Zhou Heng was confused.

Chen Ao said: "Official family."

Zhou Heng was stunned and said, "Official...official family, is this the third prince who took the original works of the official family to compete with us?"

Chen Ao shook his head and said, "You see, the ink marks of this painting are not dry. It is obviously a new work, and it is the official who challenges me."

Zhou Heng suddenly became heavy, this... it was too incredible. He first fought with the princess, and later involved the third son of the emperor. Now even the official family is involved, so it is not accurate to be a blessing or a disaster.

"It's so dangerous. I'm just like a tiger. I don't know if we've touched the tiger's butt now. Chen Ao, Chen Ao, if I had known, I wouldn't have pursued Princess Qinghe. If I didn't pursue Princess Qinghe, the princess wouldn't be more humiliating me than using fake paintings. If I don't humiliate me, I wouldn't be familiar with you, and I don't know you..."

"Wow, this guy framed it, and it seemed like I had harmed him in the end." Chen Aohu interrupted Zhou Hengxiang and Lin Sao with a face: "If you don't know me, you won't touch the tiger's butt? Jay Chou, can you be more shameless?"

Zhou Heng tilted his head and thought about it. He felt that these days had come from knowing Chen Ao, and his life was very comfortable and colorful. So he stopped caring about it and said, "What should we do now?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "If a person blocks the killing of a Buddha, we will regard it as a fake of the official family. If we compare with him, what are we afraid of? Could it be that our paintings are better than the official family and we have to be beheaded? Besides, since the official family has sent new paintings, it must be interested in fighting paintings. If we admit defeat, it will be bad."

Chen Ao put away the painting, glanced at Wu Saner who was silent, and asked, "Saner, why are you going upstairs to host a poetry meeting?
Chapter completed!