A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight shines on everything, and the water in the lake is sparkling like a dream.

On the top floor of a big boat, there are beautiful women standing in it, bright and as fairy as a worldly and not charming. It can be said to be a beautiful scenery in the world.

"There are beautiful women here, peerless and independent. One look at the city and the other look at the country."

At this time, a sudden sound came from outside the house. The person who came was three men and two women. They were rarely handsome and elegant, and the women were also as beautiful as a flower.

"In the lower part, Huang Tingsheng, Jiangyin, met Miss Guo."

The person who spoke was this person. Huang Tingsheng was a famous talent in Jiangyin. It is rumored that he was familiar with poetry at the age of six, and could complete poetry at the age of nine. Now he is only in his early 18, so he passed the imperial examination.

He is one of the four great talents in Jiangnan and has a son like a dragon. Perhaps this is what the elders of the Huang family think.

"Young Master Huang is Miao Pian, please."

Guo Jiayi smiled sweetly, then made a call for invitation and invited several people. These people are all famous talents in Jiangnan today and her distinguished guests.

"Sister Jiayi, are you just asking Mr. Guo? Alas, I'm sorry, I'm still running around for someone today. It's really a cold world."

One of the beautiful women in yellow looked heartbroken.

"How could I go to Rourou, please, please, everyone please." Guo Jiayi shook her head slightly, and then quickly interrupted the other party, because if she didn't interrupt her, he knew what else she would say.

The woman who was playing tricks in front of me was Du Rou, who was Guo Jiayi's best friend. They had a very good relationship. Therefore, they often teased each other, and Huang Tingsheng was also her cousin.

"I'll meet Miss Guo next Zhou Tao."

"I have met Miss Guo in Xiameijiang."

At this time, the two remaining young men also came forward to introduce themselves. Zhou Tao was dressed in gorgeous black clothes and had the temperament of a cold and handsome young man, while Mei Jiang was wearing a blue and white scholar's robe, with a demeanor called humility.

As for the last woman, she did not introduce herself, but walked in naturally, and then gave herself a cup of tea. She didn't say a word during the whole process, but no one expressed dissatisfaction with it.

Obviously, both Guo Jiayi and others are already very familiar with this woman.

"Please, please."

After the introduction, Guo Jiayi smiled indifferently and formally invited everyone inside, not caring about the compliments others had for her, because she had nothing to be praised by others.

Humility is as jade, and everyone should chase it.

Moreover, when it comes to those compliments, there are many polite ingredients.

This floor is the top floor of the big ship. Its structure is not a closed room, but a few pillars support a roof. The center of the top is still transparent. I don’t know which materials are used, the bright flowers and exquisite reliefs around it, and the screen is filled with nine layers of cloud brocade.

There is a gentle breeze, a bright moon shining, and a beautiful view of West Lake at night.

Several people were chatting, and at the beginning, there were still people who were restrained, but soon they became completely familiar with each other.

Perhaps it is because they are all scholars and have many common topics.

But after a while, Du Rou said boredly: "Have the conference not started yet? I really want to see how those adults should praise Sister Jiayi... It's so boring."

"Such beautiful scenery, wind, flowers, snow and moon, we shouldn't be wasted, so let's have fun." When he said that he was excited, Huang Tingsheng suggested finding some fun to play.

"This one can indeed be there." Du Rou's big eyes shining, and she looked at everyone and said, "It's better for cousin, just write poems first. Listen to my father praise you every day, and I'll be convinced."

"Haha, okay, I will listen to you." Huang Tingsheng smiled slightly and said softly. I think he is very spoiled by this cousin.

"What topic do you want to take?"

"Then... wine!"

Du Rou shook her wine glass and said.

Everyone was intrigued now. The whole Jiangnan said that Huang Tingsheng's poems in Jiangyin were amazing and versatile. Since he was lucky today, he would like to enjoy them.

Huang Tingsheng thought for a moment, then stood up and began to step.

The first step was that Huang Tingsheng said quietly: "Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was stormy, and the thick sleep could not eliminate the residual wine."

As soon as the poem was revealed, everyone sat upright, as if they saw that although the rain fell sparsely last night, the wind was blowing sharply, and the heavy sleeping sound could not eliminate all the remaining alcohol.

"I'll ask the person who rolls the curtain, but I think the crabapple is still there." Huang Tingsheng's voice was not loud, but an inexplicable artistic conception rose, which infected people's hearts.

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It seemed as if she was asking the maid who was rolling the curtains: How is the crabapple flowers in the garden now? She said: The crabapple flowers are still the same as before.

Huang Tingsheng said one step at a time, and in the fifth step, he suddenly stepped on four steps and spoke at the same time.

"Do you know, do you know?" Huang Tingsheng's eyes began to be confused: "It should be green, fat, red and thin."

After Huang Tingsheng finished speaking, he sat on the stool, but a stream of desolation that the red flowers should wither flowed into people's hearts. It didn't go away for a long time. The rest of the people were surprised that the mighty aura in their bodies could not run freely.

Everyone stared at Huang Tingsheng in shock.

Of course, Guo Jiayi seemed to have a little influence, and looked at Huang Tingsheng tightly, thinking about something, just simply enjoying the beauty of poetry.

It took a long time.

Du Rou and the others gradually got better.

"No, cousin, your poem is not suitable for the scene, and it ends up being a little desolate."

Du Rou felt the charm of the poem and felt a little sad. She pouted slightly and looked at Huang Tingsheng's eyes with a strange light.

"Really, every time I drink, I say something inexplicable."

People looked at the two of them. No one chose to ask now, but instead fell silent with tactfulness.

But at this moment, a loud voice suddenly came.

"If you think that this young master's poem is not suitable, then what if you think it's the next one?"

As soon as the ordinary young man in ordinary clothes suddenly came up, everyone quickly turned their eyes, and Guo Jiayi stood up and looked at him in shock.

"I was not satisfied when I walked to the nine streets, so I whipped it away from the west of the city." The young man did not wait for everyone to answer or affirm it, and directly recited the poem: "Suddenly, I heard Yanyan go away and returned to my saddle and rang Ping Cemetery."

The young man looked sick, but at this moment he had a heroic aura to fill his face. Huang Tingsheng, Zhao Xianrou and others were surprised. Who is this person?

Is Ms. Guo’s friend?

Of course they did not act rashly, because the master here had not spoken yet and could not overcome it.

"After returning, the brothel is not half-hearted, the beauty is as beautiful as gold. The young man in Huaiyin never came down, and he leaned against the city gate after drinking and smiling."

The young man took a few steps in a row, walking towards everyone step by step. A breeze blew up, blowing the young man's silk and making his appearance gracefully.

Now, Huang Tingsheng's face turned solemn. Just these few words proved that this person is a talented person.

The hero does not have to rush to a thousand horses, and the hero does not hang his double horns. He is naturally handsome and energetic, and he flies with the eagle.

"The young man in Huaiyin didn't go down, and he was half smiling and leaned against the city gate after drinking." The young man took a few more steps. As he spoke into a poem, there was a boundless and noble intention rising on his body, like a big sun rising, illuminating the hearts of everyone.

"How can I know that I have a bad mood, and the sun is about to set in the world!" Then the big sun suddenly fell.

As the rise and fall, the strong artistic conception rose. Everyone except Huang Tingsheng and Guo Jiayi actually had difficulty breathing and their brains were blank under this artistic conception.

However, the two of them were not much better at this moment. Huang Tingsheng and Guo Jiayi were sweating coldly at this moment, and could only raise an artistic conception to resist the noble artistic conception of this young man.

"Life and death are easy to turn, and success is just like a word." The young man walked to the table of everyone, and in the eyes of the two of them, he picked up the wine glass and poured a glass for himself, drank half of the glass, and then smiled slightly at Guo Jiayi and sprinkled the remaining half on the ground.

"Young man just drink and don't ask, and you will be kind to revenge here."

The wine glass fell to the ground and turned into slag.
Chapter completed!