In Linhuyuan, the cultural conference had already begun. Several old men sat on the top, and the students below each found their own seats to sit.

Su Wenqing's first speech on stage was roughly the meaning of Hangzhou's literary style, and everyone was asked to devote themselves to studying and studying. Today, the Lantern Festival, everyone participated in the grand ceremony again. Finally, everyone wrote poems and lyrics based on the night view or Lantern Festival, and decided on the lottery again. This time there were more than last year's: the first name was the carved Duan Inkstone, the second name was thirty jin, and the second name was thirty jin, and the second name was 20 jin.

As soon as the lottery came out, the lower part suddenly cheered. Needless to say, the first name was, the twenty or thirty stakes behind were definitely not a small amount at this time, and the annual expenses of a medium-sized family would not be higher than this number. Even half of the children of rich families were a little moved.

Su Wenqing was very satisfied with this effect. Every year, West Lake and Wushan hold literary meetings on festivals, so there is naturally the idea of ​​competing with each other. Last year, Cheng Bolun from Wushan made a squad, and this year he always wanted to get some face back.

Next is the official start of the literary conference.

There are generally not many rules for this kind of literary society. The students below sat in groups of three or five and discussed in a low voice. If the poems were modified and satisfied, they would stand up and walk on the stage and recite loudly to ask for evaluation. There were also some brothel women performing programs in the center of the venue. If they heard them, they would sing the poems.

At this time, the text will be considered as a warm-up stage, and the atmosphere cannot be considered warm. Except for a few people who are confident, other students are nervously improving the prepared poems, and they will talk a few times from time to time, and some are improvising something.

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Chen Yue and Xian'er had just run out of the crowd when they were suddenly pulled by someone. When they turned around, they found that it was Han Hao.

"Shangwen, you can make it easy for me to find! The literary meeting has begun, so you don't say anything if you run around."

Chen Yue let out a sigh of relief: "I just sat a little bored and came out for ventilation. Did you come to me specifically?"

"It's not just about finding you alone. Before Qi Niang arrived, my elder brother asked me to come out to find you. Hey, why are there so many people gathering there?"

Chen Yue looked back, waved his hand and pulled Han Hao back, "It's probably because he was in the cusp, it's meaningless," he quickly opened up the topic, "How can so many people find Qi Niang? Let's go back to Linhuyuan and wait for her."

Han Hao looked at the crowd again, and without thinking much, he followed Chen Yue back.

"Ah...Why is the purse back?" Xian'er looked at the embroidered purse hanging on her waist in wonder.

When Chen Yue saw that he was really back, he walked and said with a smile: "You didn't find it in a hurry just now."

The little girl turned her big eyes and tilted her head for a while and said, "No, I remember that I have searched all of them... By the way, Master, what did you write just now? It seems that they all got crazy."

"Don't tell others that I did it." Chen Yue used the name Huang Tao in his previous life before, and no one else would guess it.

"Oh? Shangwen also wrote the first poem? Take it out and show it to me." Han Hao said curiously.

"You don't know my level yet? Go quickly, don't miss Qi Niang."

Han Hao knew Chen Yue’s previous level and was too lazy to continue asking questions, so he quickly walked towards Linhuyuan.

When he arrived near Linhuyuan, Han Hao went in and looked around his neck. Before he could see Han Qiniang's figure, he turned back. The three of them waited at the door for about half an hour. Han Hao slapped Chen Yue's shoulder: "Here you come!"

Chen Yuexun looked at him, but the crowd was mixed, and he couldn't tell who Han Qiniang was, "Which?"

"Here, the one wearing a light green double-breasted skirt over there is."

Chen Yue looked carefully and found only one person wearing light green clothes without much effort. He couldn't see his appearance clearly in the distance, but his figure was slim and slim. From time to time, he turned around and talked to the two women dressed in a maid behind him.

When he got closer, Han Hao greeted him, Han Qiniang trotted over, but Chen Yue, who was not paying attention to the side, excitedly grabbed Han Hao: "San Ge'er, why are you here?"

Chen Yuezai looked at his fiancée carefully, with eyes like water apricots, mouth like cherries, delicate face like flowers, and skin like snow. He thought to himself that he was a beauty, why did he be cheaper like me? Do you have any serious illness?

Han Hao naturally would not think of Chen Yue’s thoughts and said to Han Qiniang: “I’m here to wait for you.”

Han Qiniang smiled prettyly, raised her slender finger and pointed at the direction when she came, saying, "Did you see that the third brother just now? Many people gathered around a stall. I heard that Wenquxing from the sky came down to earth and wrote a poem about Lantern Festival."

Han Hao looked at it and saw nothing far away. He asked Chen Yue: "Shang Wen just came from there, did you know what lyrics he wrote?" He teased and said, "I heard you just now that I wrote the lyrics. Could it be that Wen Quxing is talking about you?"

Han Qiniang heard Han Hao call Chen Yue's words, and her expression suddenly stopped. She looked at Chen Yue up and down, turned her head and hummed.

"If he could write the song "Qingyu Case", I would serve him tea and apologize. I think he would not be able to write a word or a sentence in another three hundred years."

Chen Yue touched his nose and knew that he had offended her badly that time, so he decided to keep a low profile. He coughed awkwardly: "I can't do that kind of poem like a god."

"It's good to know. If a romantic figure can talk about poetry and painting, he will be happy to die." Han Qiniang, who blinked the starry eyes, said and glanced at Chen Yue disdainfully, "If he can have half of his literary talent, why bother marrying him."

Han Hao hurriedly pulled the corner of Han Qiniang's clothes, and coughed awkwardly, and apologized to Chen Yue: "Qi Niang and Shang Wen have some misunderstandings. Shang Wen, you don't remember the villain's past, so don't worry about it when you fight on the bedside and the bedside.

"Who is fighting at the head of the bed and having sex at the end of the bed! Third brother, you are speechless, don't blame me for going back and telling grandpa to let you eat the board!" Han Qiniang's pretty face turned red, and she stomped her feet hard and stepped on the tip of Han Hao's shoes, which made him grin.

Chen Yue smiled awkwardly, and finally understood how the Han family would give her a favor. To put it nicely, this is called "frankness", and to put it ugly, it is said to be unrestrained. Such a stingy woman will inevitably get unhappy when she marrys into any family.

"Uh... the literary meeting has been starting over there for a long time. Let's go in and see if there are any excellent ones."

Han Hao nodded quickly, afraid that the aunt next to him would say something horrible.

Several people walked into the venue arranged by Linhuyuan. Han Qiniang didn't say much, and pulled the maid to the position of the female family. Han Hao smiled apologetically at Chen Yue. The two found Han Dalang and others and sat down.

At this time, the literary meeting was halfway through, and many of the good words and works were released. Everyone in the venue was discussing and tasting. Several old men on the stage also talked to each other, with faint smiles on their faces, as if they were quite satisfied with today's results...

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Finally, I made up for the update yesterday and sent the contract today. Please recommend it and collect it.
Chapter completed!