Xian'er followed Chen Yue all the way, looking down at her toes, and didn't dare to raise her toes. She was really scared. In fact, after she ran out of Guanpu's stall, she gradually realized that Chen Yue must have written a good lyric, but she didn't expect... it was so good.

It would be fine if the folks in front of the Guanpu stall were, maybe they had never seen the world like her, so it was normal to make a fuss. However, the literati who came to participate in the West Lake Literary Club in Linhu Courtyard was exactly the same as them. They were all the most powerful people in Hangzhou City! Even if she wanted to look up to her, a fairy-like figure, tonight, was shocked by the poem that suited the scene, and... this poem was still about her...

Thinking of this, Xian'er's pretty face turned red again, a pure and clean little heart was so vigorous that she was swaying. Her hands were wrapped around her, and she looked pure and charming under the slightly sparse colored lights and soft moonlight.

Chen Yue seemed to feel something strange, and looked back and asked, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red? Could it be that you caught a cold?" After that, he reached out and put the back of his hand on Xian'er's face to test his body temperature.

"It's so hot, I'm really catching a cold. When I go back, I'll drink some ginger tea first and find a doctor tomorrow."

"Ah..." Xian'er jumped away like a frightened little rabbit, "No... it's okay, go back and have a sleep."

Chen Yue was upset about how to deal with the matter tonight. Although he was a little puzzled about her reaction, he didn't have time to think about this more. He turned around and continued to walk forward, "Well, that's good. I still have to drink ginger tea. Let's see if it's good tomorrow. If it doesn't work, I'll accompany you to the clinic."

"Oh..." The little girl patted her developing breasts with her hands, glad that she had not been found anything unusual, and then lowered her head and followed her young master step by step.

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The Qilinhu Courtyard seemed a little dull because of the shock brought by a Qingyu case. Many people who had just taken out the prepared poems quietly put the written paper back in their arms. Some talented men with a little reputation were unwilling to take out their works to compare with the Qingyu case at this time. Of course, it was impossible to take them back when they had already taken them out. They all cursed in their hearts, but they had to maintain a calm smile on the surface, and they didn't even dare to sting with a word of praise.

Compared to the atmosphere of the Wushan Cultural Association, the atmosphere is much warmer. After the middle of the Cultural Association, good poems and works are emerging one after another. Cheng Li even brought a few excellent works to West Lake to "play" and made people who came to participate in the Wushan Cultural Association excited and waited for good news to be heard there.

Chen Yan and Chen Li were both in the top seat. Because they were somewhat involved in the judgment, Chen Yu, the best son in Hangzhou, went to the West Lake Cultural Club. Chen Qi was too young here and did not show any amazing performances in normal times. When he came here, he was just gaining insight.

"Xishan, your Weiguang is a mistake to go to West Lake. Cheng Bolun heard that he had prepared this time. The poems he brought were all excellent. He might have to make a mess there, and Weiguang was afraid that he would not be able to make a name for himself." Lu Da's hair was already gray, but at this time he was winking and teasing Chen Yan beside him.

Chen Yan glanced at him and pretended to be calm and said, "It is a good thing to have some competition among children, and it is also a good thing to teach some lessons."

In fact, he was still a little dissatisfied. Even if he didn't take his grandson as an example, it was still a bit too much after all, and it was hard to say these things.

Seeing that he had no reaction, Lu Da came over and whispered: "I heard that several children of the Han family have also gone there. I guess he was a little annoyed at this time. Cheng Rushan is still too arrogant and his descendants. Cheng Bolun, who has a famous Cheng Bolun, wished that the whole city knew that if he had done this this time, he would offend all the people in Wansong Academy to death. I don't know if the Cheng family's child returned to victory, should he cry or laugh."

Chen Yan lowered his head and drank a sip of hot tea, nodded and said, "After all, I am still young and energetic. The child of the Cheng family is doing poorly. If Cheng Rushan came today, he would not be able to do it according to his temperament. I hope it won't be too ugly tonight."

Lu Da smiled and said, "The poems of Zheng Youchang and others have been read in public just now, and they are all good. Cheng Bolun's also handed them over to me to read. I didn't expect that the writing skills will be much better in a year, which is even higher than the one last year. It is probably difficult for people of Hangzhou City to compete with them today. How can there be better in the past? I really want to see what the old guys over there will look like after seeing his lyrics." After saying that, he tsk twice, as if he wanted to go to the scene to see it in person.

"It's hard to say that Ang Lee and Cheng Bolun were equal last year. This year, he could not tell that he could turn the tide."

Lu Da smiled and said, "Not to mention that Cheng Bolun has made a lot of entry into the country this year, you must have known the poems written by Ang Lee a few days ago. It is too much for words and cleverly decorated with writing, and it is already dead!"

As he said that, he gently slapped the cup in his hand on the table, sighed with regret, and asked back, "Do you believe that he can compare with Processburn today?"

Chen Yan also smiled and shook his head: "It seems that the old guy Su Wenqing is so angry that he can't sleep today, haha..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the servant who had accompanied Cheng Bolun to Linhuyuan rushed over, and seemed to be holding a few pieces of paper in his hand.

Lu Da smiled and said to Chen Yan again: "Ha, there will be news so soon. Let's see what happened, may it be that there is a quarrel there."

Chen Yan also put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the servant. Although he was quite dissatisfied with Cheng Li's actions, he still felt a lot of fun. He also wanted to know what the people in Linhuyuan would react.

The servant who had just run into the yard wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, ignored the smiles of others, and sued the surroundings and quickly walked towards the top seat.

Lu Da couldn't help but start asking first: "But the news from West Lake? I wonder what the expression of Cheng Bolun's new words were there?"

Several guests around also laughed softly. People of their age are only in a small circle. As long as they don’t have much grudges, they can be familiar with each other. They don’t feel the anger of being bullied in the room. They are also happy to see the crappy look there.

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Alas, I said too much, but I was pale. In short, I was so mean that I was obsessed with reading some information. I realized that the words were not coded and the Internet was broken.

There is an update today, which is yesterday.

Thanks to enzot for his reward and support
Chapter completed!