Wen Chong saw that the poet fans were hesitant and thought that the poet fans would not agree, so he didn't ask and kept writing. Although the words were written in a rumble manner, at least seven words were written: the wine shop in Jiangnan...

Although the words rewritten by Wen are not very good, you can still see a rough idea.

The poet also thought that even Wen Chong could not write the word "Wen Chong", let alone writing the poem? But when Wen Chong finished writing these seven words shamelessly, he read it silently in his heart, remembered his own life experience, and stood up and said, "Young Master, whisper, listen to me, I will write it for you."

"Okay, okay." Wen Chong gathered in front of Shi Fan, and first smelled a faint fragrance. After smelling it, he knew something. He felt a little deer bumping into his heart.

Shifan saw Wen and re-entered him, glared at Wen Chong, and said coquettishly: "Young Master, please respect yourself!"

The eyes of the people around him were full of anger.

"Ah? I thought I was going to whisper to you to put it in my ears..." Wen Chong explained disapprovingly, but his expression was quite exaggerated, as if a person who did not know anything was innocent.

Poetry fans have seen this and it is not easy to get into trouble. After all, they affect their image, so they keep an arm's distance from it and said, "I can hear it here."

"The wine traveling in the south of the Yangtze River is soft and the palm is light. I have been dreaming of Yangzhou for ten years and won the reputation of being a little bitchy in the brothel." Wen Chong finished reading the whole poem in a low voice, and during this period, the poet asked a few words that were easy to be confused.

After confirming the poem, the fans picked up the pen and wrote the whole poem in one go.

The poet's handwriting is very delicate, just like those written by the masters Wen Chong had seen. Wen Chong felt that it was better than them. After all, what you saw at close range really shocked him.

"What a beautiful word, it's true that the word is like the person." Wen Chong exclaimed sincerely.

The poet ignored Wen Chong at all, but just stared at the poems on the paper and thought carefully.

"What did this guy write? It made the poet fans so tracing it." The fat and rich man was puzzled. He, the brother he just met, was so talented? What a joke?

Of course, there are many people who think this way, and everyone is very curious, but more people think that a person who can't even write verses cannot write any good verses.

At this time, a person dressed in a scholar rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "That guy must have tried his luck, why don't I try it today? At least you can be closer to the poetic fans." [@#ABC Novel Network & ￥Free Reading]

The scholar did it as soon as he said, and soon walked onto the stage, picked up his pen and wrote it. After a while, he finished writing, bowed to the poet and said, "Beauty, I've finished writing too."

The poet who was watching Wen Chong's poem was interrupted and looked at the scholar with expressionless face. The scholar was named Tang Dahu. He was doing business at home and had some money. He had been studying for a few years, but he knew nothing about writing poetry. He just liked to write poems randomly for others to read. He would like to reward the silver for writing. Over time, people around him said that he wrote good poems, which could be said to be unparalleled in the world. However, in the eyes of the poet, it was all bullshit.

"Remember!" Shifen said expressionlessly.

"She finally talked to me." Tang Dahu was very happy and immediately agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll read it now." Then he coughed, cleared his throat, and started to recite it, saying, "This building... is called Hongxiu Tower! There are many beauties in Hongxiu Tower. There are many beauties, and there are the most beautiful people, and the most beautiful is called poetry fans!" After reading it, he stood there proudly, as if he was looking forward to the same applause as usual.

But there was a silent house. Basically, people who could come here were people with money. Who would make others proud for a little money?
Chapter completed!