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The first remaining manuscript at the Zhuozhou Poetry Conference is what Bai Minghe said, "The Three Virtues of a Gentleman". Except for the first sentence from the doctor of Lu in the Spring and Autumn Period, there is no source verified after that.

Then, it will be temporarily attributed to the name of the Baiming Crane.

The poetry meeting officially began. The first poem was titled Chun Xiaobing Merge, and the talented men chose whether it was a poem or a lyric. The final selection was fairly handed over to the flower shed, and female guests came to evaluate it.

In the garden, everyone is thinking or writing.

Only the white-famous crane sat there, just savoring the wine, and there was still a piece of white paper in front of him.

All the poems were collected and sent to the flower shed in the garden, and they were naturally selected by talented women. The women who could sit here were not ordinary women. They were not rich but noble. To top, there were Shangshu and the daughter of the scholars from the capital. To bottom, there were also ladies from gentry and celebrities, such as the Lu family and the Zhao family.

But you can't underestimate it.

Anyone who can sit in the flower shed will make the poor talented man here rise to the top and can also make the famous masters here go to the next level.

There were also nine seats, but only eight people were seated.

There was another empty one left for the first talented woman in Zhuozhou. This number of talented man, Sun Yuanjun, who is known as the female gentleman, was sitting next to his husband at this time, and the bun on his head was already a woman's hairstyle.

The top five poems and essays were selected in the flower shed, but they did not publish them immediately. Instead, they took the table of Bai Minghe and handed them to Sun Yuanjun. This is obvious, the female gentleman commented again!

Sun Yuanjun quickly wrote a comment on a piece of white paper and sent it back to the shed.

In the first round of poetry, Shanxi scholar Cheng Kai was the first, and he entered the pavilion to sit down.

Immediately afterwards, the second round began. Bai Minghe was still a piece of white paper. In this round, a child of the Lu family won the first place.

The first two rounds ended, and the third round was a real competition. The difficulty of setting the questions increased several times, and the final ranking was determined by the pavilion and the flower shed. Everyone in the pavilion handed in the poems, but the white-famous crane was still a piece of white paper.

Now, there will naturally be someone talking.

"Brother Bai Nian, you are in Jiangcheng, Xiashuntian Prefecture. Brother Bai Nian did not participate in the first two rounds. Is it because Mrs. Bai avoided it because she was the referee? But in the third round, you and I were both referees. Brother Bai Nian is still a piece of paper. Could it be that Brother Bai Nian is looking down on me?" Jiang Cheng was very polite, but it was difficult to hide his unhappiness.

The Baiming He can write poems, and he can’t even recite a few poems.

I really plan to avoid it. Now, let alone this Jiangcheng, I am afraid there are many people who are dissatisfied with themselves.

After thinking about it, Bai Minghe stood up: "Brother Jiang Nian, don't think too much, but I, Bai Minghe, have already won the pen. During my lifetime, I will no longer write lyrics and poems, just because after a peerless poem, there is no more poem to write."

"Brother Bai Nian is a bit far-fetched. Why not read out your unparalleled word and let me learn a little too." Yang Buwu stood up with a smile on his face.

At this time, Bai Minghe noticed that Yang Buwu seemed to be making some gestures in secret. Could it be that he had a trick?

Yang Buwu coaxed him together, and many talented men also shouted.

Bai Minghe was still calm. It was not that he couldn't deal with it, but that the time was not right.

Finally, a wonderful voice came from a small boat in the lake: "Young Master Bai is really a very human being. Don't worry about being polite at Baihua Tower. He asked Mr. Bai for a poem, not to participate in the competition, but to wish you a happy night."

Don’t worry about Baihua Tower!

Baiminghe doesn’t know who this is.

But there are no talented people in Shuntian Prefecture who don’t know about it. This is known as one of the three major brands in the capital.

The capital city has always said that snow in the north, lotus in the south, and the beauty of Mochou. These three people have their own merits. Just one thing about appearance, Mochou is definitely the first. It was rumored a few years ago, the current emperor, and the emperor at that time, wanted to secretly put her into the palace walls. It was just a change in the Tumu Fort, so that was just a rumor, and it was just a rumor.

The white-famous He smiled indifferently, obviously not a courtesan or something.

But what surprised everyone was that Sun Yuanjun stood up at this time: "A poem about my husband, are you qualified to ask for it?"

Women, they are really angry.

However, there are many people who support Sun Yuanjun, especially those wealthy families in the flower shed, which are naturally very popular.

The courtesan naturally didn't care about this small provocation. Mochou walked out of the boat and bowed: "A good lyric is really like the world's masterpiece. I, Mochou, wash away all the dew and serve Mrs. Bai with all my heart, and I am willing to do so."

Bai Minghe made a secret gesture, and it was obvious that Mochou was called out to embarrass him.

It’s a pity that you have no money and are a poor person. Otherwise, you will kill you, a woman with money.

When Sun Yuanjun retreated, he said dissatisfiedly: "Husband, take her down!"

Bai Minghe smiled bitterly, why did you take her off? You should bring her at home to recruit thieves, or cause trouble for yourself. However, it is an excellent opportunity now, and Bai Minghe’s plan prepared in advance is ready to be used.

He shook his long gown and white-known he clasped his fists: "This is Zhuozhou. I don't know if there is any unparalleled music in Zhuozhou. Please come out. I, Baiminghe, Guanzhong, would like to teach a song and wish you a happy evening!"

What is the courtesan from the capital? People have a living face and trees have a living bark. Do you really think there is no one in Zhuozhou?

At this moment, dozens of small boats came out of the lake, and seemed to be communicating as they moved forward. In the end, only three of them arrived in front. The white-known crane shook his long gown and boarded one of the boats, and clasped his fists to everyone again: "Half an hour, at most one hour. I, the white-known crane in Guanzhong, offer a gift tonight."

The woman on the boat did not come out, and the boat took the white crane and drove quickly towards the remote place.

Sun Yuanjun also left the seat and went to the flower shed. The real place for a noble and talented woman was her seat.

In the pavilion, Yang Buwu's face turned dark. He looked at Mo Chou, who was also pale, and the two were helpless. However, Jiang Cheng smiled brightly and said to Lu Changjie: "This brother Bai Nian is an interesting person."

"Brother Jiang is in two days, I'm afraid that it's more than just interesting. The white-famous He is a talented man!"

"For Brother Bai, drink this glass!" Jiang Cheng raised the wine glass in his hand.

He raised his glasses at the same time in the pavilion, and even Yang Buwu couldn't show his face too ugly, but he still felt very uncomfortable.

Mo Chou in the lake bit his teeth and took out his pipa and sang a song immediately. Xue Wuyan in the capital, Ling He and his two girls were not there, and she didn't believe that someone could compete with her in the folk art.

Sun Yuanjun was already sitting under the garden shed.

The eight women sitting here all stood up to greet him. Sun Yuanjun is not the oldest here, but the most famous one. Sun Yuanjun's poems, lyrics, songs, paintings, and characters can be said to be excellent. Not to mention a juren, even if a top scholar comes, he may not dare to say that he can surpass Sun Yuanjun in five categories.

At the age of thirteen, Sun Yuanjun, who became famous after attending a poetry meeting for the first time, has a reputation in Zhuozhou that is far higher than the white-famous crane.

The real world is that if the modern white-name crane did not travel through time, the ancient white-name crane would not be killed by a stone. Then the ancient white-name crane came to Sun Yuanjun to make up for the lesson. But now, all this does not exist. The modern white-name crane is the real white-name crane.

"Sister Yuan Jun!" A girl in Taoist suit held Sun Yuanjun's hand: "When will sister wash off these colors on her face? That woman doesn't like beauty!"

Sun Yuanjun sighed long, "I feel that he has changed. It's not the person I remember."

Hearing this, the girls all laughed and rushed to say, "Can they compare with the present when they were six, eight, and thirteen or fourteen? But..." At this point, the girls laughed even happier.

Sun Yuanjun was a little proud, after all, Bai Minghe was his husband.

"Sister thinks that my brother-in-law can win this battle?" The girl in Taoist uniform asked again.

He sighed softly again, and then Sun Yuanjun said, "That's what I said, he has changed. He has become very bad, but..." The low expressions on Sun Yuanjun's face disappeared, but instead had a bright smile: "But who wants Mo Chou to bring you tea and water, wash your feet and make the bed, I can make the decision!"

The girls laughed again.

They complained that it would be a problem for anyone who dares to take such a woman back home. What's more, there are a group of beautiful girls who have not married or have not officially gotten married.

In the time when there is no white crane, the poems in the garden will be reduced in color.

Jiangcheng quickly replaced Yang Buwu and became the protagonist in the pavilion. Several very good poems took action, which even suppressed Yang Buwu's head.

In terms of talent, Yang Buwu was in Jiangcheng, but tonight, he was in a mess.

When he was using the excuse to enter the toilet, Yang Buwu came to a remote corner and attracted his followers. After whispering a few instructions, he clenched his fists hard and let out a heavy breath.

The follower's face was obviously hesitant, but after seeing Yang Buwu's expression, he took the order and retreated.

Yang Buwu thought no one knew, but he didn't know that there were two Jinyiwei in the garden. Wu Bin couldn't learn it, but he learned many strange skills, such as lip verb!

"Yu'er!" Wu Bin said to Du Shuangyu happily: "I discovered something interesting."

"Interesting, will people die?" Du Panyu was still immersed in the atmosphere of this poetry meeting, and replied casually in the second half of the time. But who thought that Wu Bin was very serious: "If you die, you will probably die a lot of people."

Du Pisces was startled: "What's the matter?"

"Yang Buwu, the son of Shangshu Yang, arranged for his men to blow up the dam of Baiminghe. Do you think this will die?"

After hearing what Wu Bin said, Du Shuangyu nodded silently. This is really nothing.
Chapter completed!