The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 468 Nanyang Spring Club
Nanyang County City is holding a spring club.It was noon when Bo Langjun's carriage arrived.

Jiang Yu found a first-class restaurant and stopped the carriage in front of it.

Bo Langjun took Luo Jiaojiao out of the carriage and walked into the restaurant.

The restaurant was full, and almost all the guests came to participate in the Spring Club.

Jiang Yu still asked the steward of the restaurant if there were really no private rooms.

The steward took a look at Bo Langjun's clothes, and told Jiang Yu that they did, but the price was a bit more expensive.

Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, asked about the asking price, and asked Mr. Bo to move.

The three of Bo Langjun followed the buddy to a luxurious private room and sat down.

The innkeeper personally came to greet Bo Langjun and the three of them.He also recommended the restaurant's signature dish "roasted squab".

Bo Langjun ordered steamed beef slices and bait congee.

Luo Jiaojiao ordered beef noodles and fried crispy bamboo shoots.Jiang Yu said to add another serving of beef noodles.

The owner of the restaurant ordered the waiter to serve them carefully with famous bait tea.

Luo Jiaojiao asked the buddy if the business of the restaurant has always been so hot?

The buddy told about Chunshe.As soon as Luo Jiaojiao became interested, she asked the staff to explain it to them carefully.

It turns out that there are many literati in Nanyang County, so everyone gathered together to hold a spring club.

This kind of coming and going has formed a routine. Every spring, the Spring Club will be held, and the talented and beautiful people around will also gather in Nanyang County City to participate.

The content of the Spring Society is nothing more than competitions of poems and essays, to compare and learn from each other's piano and painting skills.

"Who was the head of the poetry club last year?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked.

"Of course it is Zhang Jinwen, a talented student from Nanyang. Not only is he outstanding in appearance and literary talent, but he is also a good painter!"

When the buddy said Zhang Jinwen, his eyes were bright and his spirits were high.

"Compared him with my master, who is prettier?"

Luo Jiaojiao quietly asked the guy.

Mr. Bo Lang is not interested in Chunshe.He was a little tired in the carriage, so he had a rest with some tea!

The man looked up at Bo Langjun carefully, and then told Luo Jiaojiao: "It's not bad!"

"Then I have to go and see!"

Luo Jiaojiao has never seen anyone more handsome than Bo Langjun!

"Chunshe has to be recommended by someone or bring your own poems, calligraphy and paintings to the academy to get a badge before you can enter!"

The clerk saw that Luo Jiaojiao and the three of them didn't look like people who played with words, so he shook his head and said.

"What's so difficult? Sir! Where did you put the silk fan you gave me?"

Luo Jiaojiao asked Bo Langjun who slightly closed his eyes.

"Put it in the carriage. If you use it, let Jiang Yu fetch it!"

Mr. Bo Lang had already taken a nap, but when Luo Jiaojiao yelled, he lost all sleepiness.

"Jiang Yu! Please go to the carriage and get me the fan!"

Luo Jiaojiao looked at Jiang Yu at the door and shouted.

After a while, Jiang Yu brought the silk fan.

"Look! How does this picture look?"

Luo Jiaojiao showed the fan to the assistant.

Bo Langjun frowned and looked at Luo Jiaojiao thinking: "What is she going to do again?"

The man took a closer look and said happily: "The fish in this painting seem to be alive, it's definitely possible!"

"Great!"

Luo Jiaojiao happily looked at and looked at Bo Langjun's painting of fish playing in a lotus pond on the fan.

The food was served, but Luo Jiaojiao was still looking at the fan happily.

"If you like it, I'll draw a few more for you! Eat quickly, and then go on your way."

Mr. Bo Lang filled half a bowl of soup for Luo Jiaojiao.

"Lang Jun! I want to go to the Spring Society! Can we stay in Nanyang for a day before leaving?"

The begging look on Jiaojiao's face made Mr. Bo Lang unable to bear to refuse.He nodded in agreement, happy that Luo Jiaojiao brought him a roasted squab that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Go and have a look and come back, don't cause trouble!"

Bo Langjun took a bite of the roasted pigeon and thought it tasted pretty good.

"Lang Jun! If you don't go, I won't be able to enter the Spring Club!"

Luo Jiaojiao listened to Bo Langjun's words and meant to let her go by herself, immediately put down the roasted pigeon in her hand and said.

"Why?"

Mr. Bo Lang didn't understand its meaning.

Luo Jiaojiao told Mr. Bo Lang everything the man told him about the Chunshe.

"Do you want to see that brocade?"

After listening for a long time, Mr. Bo Lang choked out a sentence.

"That's right! The man said he was as good-looking as you! Of course I didn't believe it! So I wanted to see if the man said it was true or not!"

Luo Jiaojiao's words made Bo Langjun a little dumbfounded.He couldn't stand Luo Jiaojiao's stubbornness, so he went to the academy with her after a short rest after dinner.

The academy is very old, and the paint on the black wooden door is a little mottled.

The plaque on the door beam is well preserved, and the writing on it is very clear.

The four vigorous and powerful characters of "Liang Yi Academy" appear quite imposing.

There is an ancient cypress tree in the courtyard, with its branches growing wildly.

Mr. Bo Lang walked to the tree and looked at it for a while, then followed the doorman to a quiet and elegant courtyard.

An elderly man was sitting at the desk and reading a book.He raised his head when he heard footsteps, glanced at Bo Langjun's gorgeous clothes and frowned.

"Hello old sir!"

Luo Jiaojiao graciously ran over to greet her.

Mr. Bo Lang also gave a little salute, and then looked at the old man with gray hair.

"Are you here to receive the badge for joining the Spring Club? Do you know the rules?"

The old man was also looking at Bo Langjun.He felt that this person was not only gorgeously dressed, but also had an indescribably noble temperament in his bones.

"I know! Look!"

Luo Jiaojiao presented the silk fan in her hand to the old man.

The old man looked at the painting on it carefully, then nodded and said, "Not bad!"

"This is the sign to participate in the Spring Club! Go straight to the right when you leave the academy, then turn left and you will see Fengyun Pavilion! The Spring Club is held there! Go!"

Looking at Luo Jiaojiao's hand who put the fan and sign together.

Luo Jiaojiao bowed deeply to the old man with a happy smile, and then walked out of the academy quickly, pulling Mr. Bo's sleeves.

Jiang Yu followed Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao, watching Luo Jiaojiao walking briskly forward, she knew she had got the sign.

"arrive!"

Holding the sign in her hand, Luo Jiaojiao looked up at Fengyun Pavilion in front of her.

Fengyun Pavilion has three floors, with carved railings and painted buildings, simple and elegant.

"Members of the Accord, the poetry competition in the second field is about to begin!"

A clear voice came from the first floor of Fengya Pavilion.

"Lang Jun! Quick!"

Seeing Bo Langjun watching from afar, Luo Jiaojiao urged her.

Bo Langjun really didn't want to participate in such a meaningless party, but he still moved over for Luo Jiaojiao.

The three of Bo Langjun entered the Fengyun Pavilion and found that the space inside was very large and the roof was also high.

Many talented scholars and beautiful ladies who came to participate in the competition have already taken their seats.

Mr. Bo Lang sat on the last seat.

At this time, a bell rang, and the door was slowly closed.

A man with the appearance of a bachelor in blue walked to the main seat and sat down.The two boys behind him carried wooden boxes and distributed pens, inks, papers and inkstones to each participating man.

Bo Langjun frowned as he looked at the rough linen paper on the table.

"At the beginning of spring, everything recovers. Peach blossoms bloom in response to the occasion. Today, I will compose a poem with the title 'The Color of the Peach Forest', to show the beauty of spring!"

The bachelor in blue uttered the topic, and all the gentlemen studied ink and wrote essays one after another.

Mr. Bo Lang didn't write for a long time.

Luo Jiaojiao had already polished the ink for him and was just waiting for him to write.

(End of this chapter)