Great Swordsman

Chapter 103 Investing in Poetry ([-])

Baixiang Pavilion, Qingyi Building, Yunsu Courtyard...

After Li Mu went upstairs, he turned around first, and under the watchful eyes of many ladies and sisters, he finally walked to Xiaoxiang Pavilion and Honghua Xiaozhu.

At this time, Zhang Yulang, who came up first, had already finished a poem on the spot. He dried his pen and ink, rolled up the scroll, and his eyes wandered between Bi Er from Xiaoxiang Pavilion and Tweet from Honghua Xiaozhu.

Choose me, choose me, choose me... Tweety's heart was broken, she was extremely nervous, and her steamed stuffed face suddenly swelled up again unconsciously.

Bi'er next to her pretended to be calm, but she was also very nervous. She was trying to smile, trying to impress Mr. Zhang, one of the 72 elites of the Imperial Capital.

"I vote..." Zhang Yulang was about to make a choice, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a person, Shi Shiran, approaching, it was Li Mu.

His heart moved, he put away the scroll with a smile, cupped his hands and said: "Magistrate Li, I have known you for a long time, next Zhang Yulang is Yucheng's cousin."

cousin?

Cousins ​​can look so similar?

The story of you two brothers has a very long timeline!

Li Mu stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling face, but also bowed his hand, and started the business mutual bragging mode: "It turns out that Mr. Zhang is in person, and his name is like thunder!"

"Brother Li, you are welcome." Zhang Yulang held a scroll in one hand and a folding fan in the other, like Mr. Pianpianjia, with a confident smile on his face, he greeted Li Mu, "There was a little misunderstanding between my cousin and Brother Li, I hope Brother Li will not worry about it." In my heart, I apologize to Brother Li for him."

As he said that, he actually bowed his hands and apologized earnestly. Moreover, he kept his bent posture all the time, as if if you don't forgive my cousin, I won't get up.

Li Mu was stunned by him.

Is this a moral kidnapping?
No, everyone is cultivating immortals, even if I forgive you here, turn around and go to a place where no one is around, I will kill you all the same, you don't look naive.

Li Mu felt that there was a problem, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

He was secretly vigilant, and then stretched out his hand to support Zhang Yulang's arm, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, what did you say? Your cousin and I don't know each other."

Zhang Yulang took advantage of the situation and said with a smile, "Brother Li is really broad-minded. I will prepare bouillon with Yucheng some other day. Brother Li must show respect!"

As he said that, he took a step forward affectionately, wanting to pat Li Mu on the shoulder to show his friendliness!
Zhang Yulang smiled kindly, but deep in his pupils, there were a few hairs on Li Mu's shoulders.

The Seven Evil Nails need the other party's hair to cast... The smile in Zhang Yulang's eyes became more and more friendly, but...

Li Mu's figure flickered, and he took two steps back in an instant, avoiding Zhang Yulang's hand.

Are you serious about stepping back... The smile on Zhang Yulang's face gradually disappeared, and the outstretched hand froze in mid-air, trembling slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I'm not used to being too close to men, it was purely subconscious just now." Li Mu asked with a smile, "Why don't you take another shot?"

"...No need." Zhang Yulang thought, but it was too obvious to do so, and it would definitely arouse Li Mu's wariness. He has a very deep city, and a smile appeared on his face again. He first handed the scroll in his hand to Bi'er in the Xiaoxiang Hall , and then said to Li Mu, "Brother Li, why don't you join the Poetry Xiaoxiang Pavilion, take a flower boat with me, and go to Peach Blossom Island to participate in the literary fair, how about it?"

Zhang Yulang sincerely invited.

He swears that he is really sincere!

Because he has some kind of friendship with Ning Qinger, the courtesan of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, as long as Li Mu dares to vote for the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he can guarantee that Li Mu... will not pass!

At that time, you can watch the play.

At this time, there is not much time until the registration ends. If Li Mu wants to participate in the literary fair, he must immediately switch to other brothels.

Honghua Xiaozhu?

With the "friendship" between Honghua Xiaozhu and Xiaoxiang Pavilion, we will never accept poems rejected by Xiaoxiang Pavilion!
In front of so many people being rejected by the brothel again and again, I wonder if your mood will be frustrated?

If not, I'll spread the word properly and let your reputation spread far and wide, it would be a beautiful thing, hehehe.

Zhang Yulang looked at Li Mu with warm eyes, with a faint expectation that he would not arouse the disgust of others.

What's the matter with this guy?

Do you really want to turn against me, or do you want to lower my vigilance and stab me twice?

Li Mu slandered in his heart, kept his face calm, and said with a smile: "The oiran of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is famous all over the world, but I prefer the little master of Honghua Xiaozhu. I disappointed Brother Zhang. I'm really sorry."

As he spoke, he looked at Tweety and said, "I want to write poetry on the spot."

Tweety's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly invited Li Mu to the private seat at the back, where there was a screen to cover her, so she could write with peace of mind.

"Hey, it's a pity." Zhang Yulang looked at Li Mu's back, his eyes sparkled: this Li Mu is interesting!
"Master Zhang, my name is Bi'er, and I'm going to pass on a poem for you, please wait a moment." Bi'er apologized and ran all the way to the fifth floor.

Bitch... Cui Er glared at Bi Er's back.

"Miss Cui'er, I'm sorry." Zhang Yulang was very gracious. After submitting his poems to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he did not forget to apologize to the maids of Honghua Xiaozhu.

How could Cui'er dare to blame Mr. Zhang, one of the 72 elites in the Imperial Capital, and hurriedly bowed down: "Tui'er dare not."

But in my heart, I feel quite wronged.

"I've finished it." At this moment, Li Mu walked out of the private seat.

So fast?
Tweety was stunned, how long has it been, you... don't you have to think about it?
Or is the poem written in advance?
"I don't know if Zhang is lucky enough to match Brother Li's poetic talent." Zhang Yulang smiled gracefully.

"Sorry, you are unlucky." Li Mu handed the scroll to Tweety neatly.

"..." The muscles at the corners of Zhang Yulang's mouth twitched, and he almost lost control of his expression, cursing secretly in his heart: Sure enough, there are so many troublesome people in the backcountry, you bastards!
Tweety seemed to have sensed that the atmosphere was a bit weird, she quickly apologized, and ran to the fifth floor with the scroll.

Tianzihao private room on the fifth floor.

Ning Qing'er, the flower chief of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and Yan Hanyu, Honghua Xiaozhu and Xiaozhu Xiaozhu, were sitting lazily. Although there were no outsiders here, they stretched their delicate bodies as much as possible, exuding charm with all their strength, trying to overwhelm each other.

This is a war between women!
dong dong.

Bi'er knocked on the door and came in: "Sister Qing'er, Mr. Zhang's masterpiece!"

"Oh, Mr. Zhang actually voted for my Xiaoxiang Pavilion, sister, this is really..." Ning Qing'er took the scroll in a bitch, opened it and glanced at it, and her eyes suddenly showed excitement.

Yan Hanyu's heart sank.

Ning Qing'er's eyes moved, and she said with a smile: "The chaos has not yet turned yellow, but it will become wild when leaning on the east wind. If you let the flying flowers cover the sun and the moon, you don't know the world..."

I don't know what's in the world?
Yan Hanyu seemed to be looking out the window, but she was actually listening attentively, but Ning Qing'er, a bitch, stopped reading after reading this!
"Hehe, sister, how about this poem?" Ning Qing'er rolled up the scroll, looked into Yan Hanyu's eyes with a smile, and really wanted to see her distraught appearance.

Yan Hanyu tried hard to maintain the indifference in his eyes, and said: "The chaos has not yet turned yellow, and it will become crazy when leaning on the east wind. With just one sentence, the momentum in the poem will rise. I think my sister will gain a lot from it if she realizes it seriously. .”

"Although this sentence is good, it's not as good as the following sentence." Ning Qing'er laughed, "If you cover the sun and the moon with flying flowers, you don't know the world..."

After reading this, she stopped reading.

Yan Hanyu gritted her teeth angrily: What the hell is there? !
If you want to comprehend a poem, the premise must be a complete poem. If you miss one or two keywords, you will not be able to comprehend anything at all.

　PS: The poems here are all ancient poems.

　　Another: Ask for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets

　　
　
(End of this chapter)