Great Swordsman

Chapter 102 Investing in Poetry ([-])

The fifth floor of Peach Blossom Building.

In the elegant room of Tianzihao, two beautiful women sat by the window, their enchanting figures exuding a lazy atmosphere, overlooking the crowd below.

Both women wear veils, one has eyebrows like distant blacks, eyes like smoke, and a delicate body. She is the young master of Honghua Xiaozhu: Yan Hanyu.

The other person has high temples, eyes like peach blossoms, and her eyes are flowing, charming and natural. She is Ning Qing'er, the oiran of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

"Sister Hanyu, do you think the nobles of the Hanlin Academy will throw poems at you or at me?" Ning Qing'er smiled charmingly.

Yan Hanyu smiled and said: "My sister was joking, isn't the person in charge the guest of my sister?"

Her voice was crisp and waxy, with a bit of soft whispers unique to Jiangnan women.

Ning Qing'er covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Oh, my sister actually found out, my sister is really ashamed."

She changed the subject, pointed at Zhang Yulang in the crowd, and said with a smile, "Sister, do you know who that person is?"

Yan Hanyu tilted her head lazily, and a few strands of blue silk passed by the veil, like the dew in the spring breeze. After a few glances, her wonderful eyes flashed, and she said in surprise: "One of the 72 elites in the Imperial Capital, Zhang Yulang, I didn't expect him to here too."

"Guess who he will deliver the poem to." Ning Qing'er smiled.

Yan Hanyu's eyes were like ink, she looked at Ning Qing'er fixedly, but she was a little anxious.

In fact, Wenxuan Academy's essay meeting did not have much impact on her, on Honghua Xiaozhu, or even on Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

However, Yan Hanyu just didn't want to lose to Ning Qinger, a coquettish bitch, hum!
dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Sister Qing'er, someone has submitted a poem for us." Bi'er, a maid from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, knocked on the door and came in, holding a scroll in her hand.

Ning Qing'er took it with a smile, opened it and looked at it a few times, with a smile in her eyes, and said: "Beauties are like jade and flowers, so delicate and charming that they are as beautiful as scum... Hehe, no one dares to come to my Xiaoxiang Pavilion." Poetry, Beer, send it back."

While talking, she gave Beer a look,

"Understood, Sister Qing'er." Bi'er's eyes lit up, she turned around and left.

Back on the second floor, Bi'er returned the scroll to the young man intact, and said, "My lady said, your poems are actually not bad, but it's a pity that my lady doesn't match it, but...hehe, sorry, please Vote elsewhere."

While talking, Bier winked frequently, the young man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, he quickly handed the scroll to Tweet who was next to him, and said, "I would like to vote this poem for Honghua Xiaozhu! Miss Tweet, please."

"You, you..." Tweety was stunned for a moment, then she became very angry and stomped her feet anxiously.

There is nothing wrong with one poem and two votes, but the problem is, you should at least go down for a turn, it is best to change clothes and then come up and vote again!
You switch directly like this.

So many people watching, what would they think?
The poems eliminated by your Xiaoxiang Pavilion, vote for me Honghua Xiaozhu, everyone will think that Honghua Xiaozhu is not as good as Xiaoxiang Pavilion!

You must have done it... Tweety looked at Bi'er fiercely, gnashing her teeth with her baby-fat face.

Bi'er looked at Cui'er pitifully, with an innocent face.

bitch!

shameless!

Tweety was so angry that her chest heaved, but she had no choice but to take this man's poem to the fifth floor.

An elegant room on the fifth floor.

Ning Qing'er was still chatting with Yan Hanyu, the two girls smiled sweetly, but there was a hidden edge in their words.

"Sister Yan'er." Cui'er knocked on the door and came in, her cheeks puffed up, like an angry bun, holding a scroll in her hands angrily.

Ning Qing'er glanced at the scroll, and looked at Yan Hanyu expectantly.

"Don't look at it, just send it back." Unexpectedly, Yan Hanyu didn't even look at it, as if she had already noticed Ning Qing'er's little trick.

"Sister doing this, it won't sound good if it spreads." Ning Qing'er laughed.

"Sister, do you want to follow that gossip woman and talk nonsense everywhere?" Yan Hanyu pointed her needle at Maimang.

"My sister has such a sharp mouth, my sister is ashamed of herself." Ning Qing'er sneered: "Stinky girl with sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

"I don't dare to compare with my sister. Everyone knows that Xiao Xiang's voice is unparalleled in the world." Yan Hanyu smiled: "My sister's mouth, that's really powerful."

"You..." Ning Qing'er gritted her teeth.

dong dong dong.

At this time, there was another knock on the door outside the house.

Yan Hanyu frowned slightly, and turned her head to look out the window.

"Sister Qing'er, it's the masterpiece of Young Master Lin Mo of the Imperial Academy!" Bi'er ran in with a smile on her face, and happily handed over the scroll in her hand.

"Hmph, what's the big deal." Tweety Baozi's face became even more puffy.

Ning Qing'er opened the scroll, and it turned out to be Lin Lang's handwriting. She smiled and read: "The wind is warm and the sun is small, and the people are free and the spring is quiet. In the depths of the apricot blossoms, there is a sound of doves, and the flowers fly into the water. Looking for old dreams, continue to the south Ke, Meishan is relatively sad. Reminiscing about Zeng and Lei seeing off the boat, the ancient ferry on the Spring River."

After reading the word, Ning Qing'er pretended to be dissatisfied and complained: "Oh, Lin Lang is really serious. Since he is looking for old dreams and continuing Nanke, why did he put the words in our Xiaoxiang Pavilion? Sister, why don't you give the words to you? ?”

"Mr. Lin Mo is my sister's lover, how can my sister dare to take her love away." Yan Hanyu gritted her teeth, shook her head with a smile, then quickly tasted the poem, and said with a smile, "Besides, although this poem uses words Elegant, with a poignant and bleak artistic conception, but without much momentum, probably because you can't comprehend any secret skills from it, right, sister?"

Otherwise, you wouldn't read it in front of me!

"As expected of sister Hanyu, I can't hide anything from you." Ning Qing'er smiled, but she felt annoyed in her heart, but she couldn't get it out, she took out a wooden sign from her sleeve, and handed it to Bi'er, Said, "Bi'er, to Lin Lang."

"Understood, Sister Qing'er, then I'll go down first, and Mr. Zhang will vote for poems later." Bi'er took the wooden sign and left with a smile.

"Tui'er, you go down too." Yan Hanyu's heart tightened, and he ordered.

"Understood, sister." Cui'er pouted, went downstairs angrily, returned the scroll to the young man, and shouted, "No, goodbye!"

"Hey, the bright pearl is cast in secret." The young man seemed to be unrecognized for his talent, sighed, and regardless of the shame, he decisively cast for someone else.

shameless!
Tweety spat angrily, and immediately saw a pair of handsome young men waving folding fans coming up, it was Zhang Yulang, one of the 72 elites in the Imperial Capital!

Her eyes lit up immediately, and she looked at each other expectantly.

"Sister, Mr. Zhang is going to submit a poem. Are you nervous?" Ning Qing'er watched Zhang Yulang climb up to the second floor in Tianzihao's private room on the fifth floor, with a smile on her face, as if she had a chance to win.

"My sister's tongue skills are amazing, but my younger sister is willing to bow down." Although Yan Hanyu was anxious in her heart, her mouth was not forgiving.

Ning Qing'er was so angry that her veil began to tremble: Bitch!

at the same time.

Li Mu, who was among the crowd downstairs, also went up to the second floor, ready to submit a poem.

　ask for votes

　　
　
(End of this chapter)