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Chapter 20 The Moon Girl
Wanhua Building.

Getting off the carriage, Xia Tian saw the colorfully decorated Wanhua Building.

In three days' time, it will be the Moon Worship Festival, and this time is usually the busiest time for Wanhualou's business.

Every year on the Moon Worship Festival, each flower building will hold a poetry meeting, inviting talented scholars in the capital and everyone in the literary world to participate, and compete secretly.

If the other party produces some good poems, there are no good poems here.

He will definitely be overshadowed by the other party and lose face.

This is not only a battle between Hualou, but also a battle among talented scholars in the capital.

Xia Tian walked into Wanhua Building, there were not many people inside.

His poem has been hung in the lobby.

Seeing him coming in, the bustard walked over quickly, smiling all over her face: "Master Xia, you are here."

Just talk, can you stop rubbing against me?

"I'm going to see Mel."

"Young Master Xia, are you free on the Moon Worship Festival? Our Wanhua Building will hold a Moon Worship Festival Poetry Contest. At that time, countless talents from the capital and everyone in the literary world will come."

"Look, I'll come over if I have time."

"Alright Mr. Xia."

Xia Tian went directly to Liu Mei's small courtyard.

The servant girl Qiao'er saw him, and smiled on her face: "My lord, you are here."

"Where's Mel?"

"Miss is upstairs."

Xia Tian came upstairs, Liu Mei was sitting there copying his handwriting.

She usually has nothing to do in Hualou, only performing at night.

"Xia Lang."

Seeing him coming in, Liu Mei put down her pen and greeted him, throwing herself into his arms.

Xia Tian smiled and took advantage of his hands: "Did you miss me?"

"Well, Meier misses Xia Lang all the time."

Liu Mei blushed slightly, and replied softly.

"How about practicing fonts again? I will teach you personally."

"Xia Lang, on the night of the Moon Worship Festival, Wanhualou will hold a poetry meeting. Will you come?"

"If I'm free, I'll come and take a look."

"At that time, there will be some talents from the capital and dignitaries. If we can make a good impression on those dignitaries, it will be good for Xia Lang's career in the future."

This girl is very concerned about my affairs.

Gentle and virtuous, understanding.

If I had such a girlfriend in my previous life, it would be smoke from my ancestral grave.

Although there are no mobile phones, TVs, and Internet in this world, life is very cool.

Especially his current emperor status.

He is the ruler of the entire dynasty.

"Okay, I'll definitely come over when I'm free."

"You rest well, I'll go back first."

"Xia Lang, go slowly, the concubine will not see you off."

Her legs are weak now, and it is difficult for her to go downstairs. She is too tired from being tossed just now.

Xia Tian put on her clothes and went downstairs, Qiaoer was sitting there.

"Young master, are you leaving?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Qiao'er hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sir, will you redeem yourself for Miss?"

"When I get rich, I will definitely redeem Meier."

"Young master, I'll see you off."

As soon as he walked out of the small courtyard, he saw the bustard and a charming young beauty.

After Xia Tian saw it, she couldn't help sighing in her heart, what a charming and charming woman.

Miss Ziyan from Wanhualou also looks charming.

But compared to the person in front of her, she is far behind. Miss Ziyan's charm is all pretended coquettishness, and her every move, every frown and smile is full of charm, as if she was born with it.

"Master Xia is leaving?"

"Yes, go back and review your homework."

"I met Mr. Xia."

The charming woman next to the old bustard bowed and saluted.

"You're welcome, girl."

"Master Xia, this is Miss Mingyue, we are the new nobleman of Wanhualou, I hope Mr. Xia can take care of her."

His accomplishments in poetry are astonishing, if only he could write a masterpiece for Miss Mingyue.

The reputation of Miss Mingyue will also spread throughout Wangcheng in a very short time.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

"Does Mr. Xia have time? How about going to my concubine's room?"

"That would be disrespectful."

Qiao'er snorted in her heart, scoundrel, just now she said to redeem the young lady, then turned around and went to Sao Fox's place.

Men are liars.

The old bustard smiled all over his face and led Xia Tian to the residence of Miss Mingyue.

Qiaoer went back angrily and went upstairs.

"Miss, Young Master Xia followed his mother to Mingyue's courtyard."

Liu Mei smiled: "Just go, Xia Lang is so good, there must be many people who want to see him, I just need to be myself."

"Miss, are you not afraid that Mr. Xia will be snatched away by other coquettish foxes, and won't come looking for you then?"

"Xia Lang is not that kind of person."

"Hmph, miss, you are stupid."

……

On the other side, the residence of Miss Mingyue.

The servant girl poured a cup of tea for Xia Tian and Ming Yue.

The old bustard has already left, only Xia Tian, ​​Miss Mingyue and her maid.

"Young Master Xia, I have read your poem about plums many times. It is so well written that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the pinnacle of poems about plums."

"Miss Mingyue has won the prize. The article is naturally made, and it is a skill that comes by chance."

Miss Mingyue's beautiful eyes lit up when she heard the words: "Articles are made by nature, and you can get them by chance. Good poems, good poems." Do you have the full poem?"

"No, just a few words that came to mind."

He remembered the whole poem, but why did he tell it to you? Are you letting me sleep in vain?

If you sleep in vain, I can send you a complete poem.

Miss Mingyue's appearance, figure and temperament are amazing.

She is one level higher than the plum blossom girl. If the full score is 9.5, she will have no problem scoring [-] points.

"Young master and concubine know a little bit of rhythm, why don't you let the concubine play a song as a son."

"Okay."

"Sir, please."

The two went upstairs and came to her fragrant boudoir, the room was lightly fragrant and elegant.

There is a guqin on the desk in front of the terrace.

"Sir, please sit down."

Mingyue, dressed in a white skirt, stretched out her hand to signal.

Xia Tian sat on the round stool, and she personally poured a cup of tea for Xia Tian.

"Ms. Mingyue's skin is really fair and delicate. Did you just join Wanhualou?"

"I have just been here for two days, and I was attracted by the young master's poems about plums. Before I came, I was thinking that if I could meet the young master, I would be satisfied. I didn't expect to meet the young master today. I am full of joy. .”

"If the son can also write such a poem for the concubine, the concubine will be happier."

"My son's poems are relatively expensive."

After speaking, Xia Tian stretched out his hand to wrap her slender and soft waist, with a smirk on his face.

Mingyue's delicate and pretty face flushed slightly, and she didn't struggle: "How expensive is it?"

"As precious as Mingyue girl is, poetry is as precious as it is."

(End of this chapter)