Women's boudoir.

The embroidered bed in the curtains and dressed in a simple and elegant manner. There was a desk table in front of the desk table, and behind it, Shi Miaomiao was kneeling and mopping the floor with a long skirt, gorgeous and elegant look.

She was touching the bronze mirror with a little makeup. The waiter beside her teased and said, "Miss, I just played a piano. I don't need to make up so carefully, right?"

Shi Miaomiao picked up the pen and drew her thrush. Her already gorgeous face added a bit of glory. She smiled and said, "Isn't it natural for a woman to wear makeup?"

"Then you don't have to be so careful. Even the wedding candle is not so cautious." The waiter curled his lips, then covered his mouth and teased: "Does the lady treat the meeting with Mr. Liang Sheng as a wedding candle?"

"You're talking nonsense." Shi Miaomiao said angrily, but two red glows appeared on her pretty face.

"Miss, your face is red." The waiter joked.

"Who said that?" Shi Miaomiao quickly took a few deep breaths. As her full chest fluttered slightly, the red glow on her face dissipated slightly, but her eyes were full of expectations.

But he said, "Besides, there are more than a thousand scholars present, and he may not be the one who can win the leader."

"Miss, you are just stubborn. Mr. Liang Sheng is a talented man in Xuanzhou, smart and intelligent. How could he not win the leader? You came here at the invitation, and you still want to see him?"

The waiter curled his lips.

As he reached the point of incisiveness, the servant's words came directly into her heart.

This time she came here was indeed for Liang Sheng.

No one may believe it if she says it. It is difficult for a romantic and famous scholar to see her, but she has feelings for Liang Sheng.

"That person is really excellent." In front of the bronze mirror, Shi Miaomiao was slightly ecstatic.

"I know that his family background is prominent and his family style is rigorous, so he cannot be a wife for him, but if he can stay with him forever and play the piano for him, it will be pleasant even if he is a concubine."

Shi Miaomiao reached out and grabbed the black hair in her ears, and her face showed a look of expectation.

"That's right, I really want to meet Liang Sheng at night. Only he can overwhelm all the students in this poetry meeting." Shi Miaomiao said to the waiter with a firm determination.

"Miss." The waiter covered his mouth with his bare hands and laughed secretly.

Shi Miaomiao no longer paid attention to the naughty servant and devoted himself to putting on makeup, hoping tonight.

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At the poetry meeting, under the anticipation of many scholars, Chen Yuan, Wu Xiude and Ruan Yu reviewed the "test papers one by one."

The three of them frowned and laughed.

Among them are vulgar and elegant.

The wonderful expressions and the refreshing laughter made the scholars around him feel itchy. There were shadows in the dark. Wu Xiude calmly took out the poem written by Liang Sheng, and he specially explained to Haonu and placed the poem on his side.

But he was also worried that Liang Sheng would not do well and wanted to support him. But after reading the Psalm, he was stunned. He smiled and shook his head, putting the test paper on the passing.

"Although I revealed the theme to him in advance, I deserve to be Liang Sheng with this masterpiece."

Wu Xiude sighed, very calm and composed.

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Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Chen Guhong, Wu Zhengchun, Zheng Chong and Wang Song are friendly to each other and are known as the four friends of the cold. Liang Sheng naturally has his own kind of people beside him.

He is either a child of a family of officials or a well-known talent in the country.

At this time, there was a man beside Liang Sheng, with his surname Zhuge and his name was Feng. He was a child of Shangyong Zhuge. Zhuge has been a scholar for generations and is famous all over the world for his talent.

Zhuge Feng is twenty years old this year, with a handsome appearance and a romantic figure. He has gained the essence of Zhuge's climax, but he is also vaguely led by Liang Sheng. He smiled and said, "My Brother Liang's masterpiece, the leader of Liang tonight must be Liang Xiandi. It is really envious to see Shi Miaomiao's side."

"It's the extreme, it's the extreme. Miss Miaomiao is really as beautiful as a fairy. She can drink tea and discuss piano with her. I am fascinated by our generation."

"The Huangshan Poetry Association can win the title and become more famous in the world."

People around him said, and there were many envious expressions.

Liang Sheng smiled slightly, bowed to the people around him and said, "You are a wise man, I dare not think that I can be the leader among thousands of people."

Tonight, Liang Sheng wore a blue robe, which was the best among the scholars' sleeves. With his handsome face and elegant temperament, he was very eye-catching.

A gentleman is even more intimate.

The scholars around him were dissatisfied with it. Someone laughed and said, "Whoever can win the imperial examinations and win the imperial examinations is not born out of millions of scholars? I believe that Brother Liang must be the leader here."

"That's right. We scholars should be invincible. Brother Liang doesn't have to be so humble."

Some people agree.

Liang Sheng listened with a smile, and his face gradually showed a reserved look, and he boasted about himself. Let’s not talk about the beauty for now, I will be the leader today.

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What people want is the general trend of the world.

Although the scholars present looked forward to the appearance of the leader, 80% of the people believed that Liang Sheng would win the leader. An atmosphere of "the leader has not been announced yet, but the Liang family has fallen."

Although the seat of the four friends in Suihan was remote and inconspicuous, they were surrounded by scholars. Although Wang Song and Zheng Chong were a little confident in Chen Guhong at the time, they gradually lost confidence when they listened to the whispers around.

"Can you do it?"

The two looked at each other and saw guilt in each other's eyes.

"Can I compare to Liang Sheng?" Wu Zhengchun also has a masterpiece, but at this moment, he was inevitably shaken and absent-minded.

Only Chen Guhong was calm and composed. He turned around and saw that the three friends looked bad. He smiled and raised his glass and said, "It is said that I lost my life and I am lucky to get it. No matter whether it succeeds or fails, I should be free. Why bother with it?"

After a pause, Chen Guhong raised his head and drank a glass of Chinese wine. The wine was in his mouth and the mellow fragrance left his teeth. After entering his stomach, he was very comfortable to warm his body. Chen Guhong laughed and said, "It is better to drink three hundred cups of wine to relieve sorrow and pass the time."

A few words diluted the tension. Wu Zhengchun smiled first and said, "Yes, success or failure is common in military affairs. I have never won the battle with Liang Sheng. Why are you still nervous?"

After saying that, Wu Zhengchun raised his glass to drink.

"Drink a few drinks first to relieve your nervousness." Wang Song hurried to drink too.

"Although it is said that you can relieve your sorrows even more sorrowful. But who can refuse the fine wine?" Zheng Chong also smiled and lowered his head to drink.

"Hahaha." Chen Guhong laughed and drank happily with his three friends. Among the many scholars, he was very eye-catching.

"These people don't know what they are."

Many people recognized Chen Guhong and the other four who were the four who stole the jade pendant. They were both surprised and disdainful.

At this moment, Wu Xiude, Chen Yuan and Ruan Yu stopped writing one after another. On the table table in front of him, ten works were listed separately, but thirty elite poems were selected.

And the leader of the poetry meeting tonight is among them.
Chapter completed!