Lin Fengkai also felt slightly moved when he heard it.

Even Yang Wenxin, who had always been indifferent, had a little intoxication on her face.

Chi Qingwan snorted coldly, looking at the two of them with contempt.

"Xiangling loves poetry, I believe everyone knows that it is rare to have so many talented men and heroes gather together today. Why not have everyone drinking together for entertainment?" Xiangling suggested softly.

Everyone in the cabinet was full of energy and knew that the focus was coming today.

Xiangling is going to get married today, but if you want to be her first place in Matsunohama, you don’t have to be rich and powerful, and you have to go through her selection and test.

Everyone is civilized, and fighting and killing is too rude and inappropriate, so you can only compete for your talent. Now that you are proposing a drink order is obviously one of the tests.

Everyone understood, agreed, confident, and could not wait to show their talents.

"good."

"It's boring to sit down, it's good to have fun."

"How to do the wine order? Please let Miss Xiangling make an explicit statement."

Xiangling smiled and said, "Since all the guests agree, Xiangling will dare to be the commander tonight. Xiangling has the word "xiang" in her name. The first order is to use the word "xiang" as the order. Write a poem on the spot. Which guest official will come first?"

There are many forms of wine order, and it is specifically stipulated that the verses written must contain the word "scent" and this is the word "limited" and it is slightly more difficult than writing poems at will.

However, many of them are all literati and poets, and this difficulty is obviously not difficult for everyone.

As soon as Xiangling finished speaking, someone stood up and said with confidence: "Since no one speaks, then I will come first. My poem is...Hong Luo Fu Dou Tan, sachets hanging from four corners."

"Hongluo Fu Dou Treasure, sachets hanging from four corners... It seems to be writing about the well-decorated woman's boudoir and the fragrance is lingering, but in fact it is used to highlight the beauty of the woman's heart and the beauty and dignity of her appearance. The young master said a pun, and Xiangling admired her."

Xiangling savored it carefully and commented two more words.

It can also be seen from the side that the job of a courtesan is really not something that everyone can do. At least some literary skills are required. Otherwise, if the guest writes poems with great enthusiasm, you will not understand it and become a cow playing the piano, which would be too disappointing.

Xiangling handled it very thoughtfully and commented it thoroughly. She fully understood the essence of the poem. At the end, she even made a little praise, which was considered a sublimation.

In the service industry, customers must be happy.

At least the poets are very helpful, and their faces are a little proud. When Xiangling's gentle and gentle praise falls into her ears, her expressions are a little rippling.

He is very skilled in his business... Li Xiuran was secretly shocked. He could evaluate the essence of the poem he wrote on the spot by savoring it. It was not low.

Her name is not really hyped up by her talent and beauty.

Someone took the lead, and others also became enthusiastic. As soon as the man sat down, someone immediately stood up again, but it was Hu Ruikang who picked up the wine glass and drank a sip of wine, pretending to be poetic and excited:

"Suddenly, I am so ugly that I have made my poem...Flowers come from time to time, and the fragrance of flowing water is everywhere."

"Fall flowers come from time to time, and the fragrance of flowing water is far away... The petals fall, and the fragrance of flowing water is as fragrant as the fragrance of the withering petals. Instead, they feel leisurely and free. It is a good poem. The young master is so talented, and Xiangling admires it!"

Xiangling commented as usual, and finally praised her again, and her emotions were obviously much more fuller than before.

Li Xiuran was also surprised and heard that it was Hu Ruikang's voice. He didn't expect that this arrogant and domineering guy had such talent.

He turned around curiously and saw that beside Hu Ruikang's seat, in addition to him and Yan Cheng, there was also a middle-aged man in Confucian robe. He looked gentle and elegant, obviously a scholar.

Li Xiuran suddenly realized that this was not written by a gunman.

Lin Fengkai snorted, obviously seeing it.

Hearing Xiangling's praise, Hu Ruikang's face showed a hint of pride, and then he heard a cold snorkeling from the side, and his face turned dark instantly. Especially after seeing that Lin Fengkai was still the one who snorted coldly, he felt even more angry.

He had threatened him just now, but now he just got into the limelight, Lin Fengkai came out to disappoint and deliberately went against him, right?

Hu Ruikang looked at him with a gloomy face and said coldly: "Does Mr. Lin think my poem is not good? Then I guess Mr. Lin must have something better, so why not read it out and let everyone listen?"

Lin Fengkai's face suddenly froze. He didn't expect that he just despised him and asked someone to write poems on his behalf, but he happened to be misunderstood by him, and...

You won’t be really stumped, are you? No, no... Li Xiuran was a little stunned.

After waiting for so long, I rushed to join in the fun. In order to make Xiangling fall in love with her, I even wrote a lot of poems in advance. As a result, you are now missing the first question?

Hu Ruikang also saw the embarrassment on Lin Fengkai's face and ridiculed: "Why, Mr. Lin hasn't figured it out yet? Do you have to think about such a simple drinking order for so long? Mr. Lin's literary talent doesn't seem to be very good."

Lin Fengkai's face turned red in an instant, obviously because he was stimulated, and his thoughts gradually became impatient, which further affected his thinking. As a result, he was unable to come up with poetry for a long time, and his expression became more anxious, as if it had become a vicious cycle.

Chi Qingwan immediately turned her face, looking like I didn't know him.

Yang Wen sat upright and looked straight, with a clear attitude. I am just a martial artist, writing poetry or something... Don't look for me!

Hu Ruikang laughed and pressed step by step: "If you really can't do it, don't force it. Just say it out, why bother so embarrassed?"

There was also a burst of laughter around.

Lin Fengkai was suddenly even more embarrassed, and sweat appeared on his face.

"Just just a poem, what's the difficulty?" Li Xiuran shook his head secretly, unable to see it, glanced at Hu Ruikang, and said disdainfully: "I will present one for Brother Lin, listen..."

Li Xiuran turned his mind quickly, recalling the poems he had read in his previous life, his eyes accidentally flew past several plum blossoms dressed in the corner of the wall, and suddenly a sudden light of inspiration appeared, and he said leisurely:

"There are several plum branches in the corner of the wall, and the cold blooms alone. I know it's not snow, because there is a faint fragrance."

"I know it's not snow, because there is a faint fragrance..."

Xiangling whispered to herself. The more she tasted it, the more charming the brightness in her almond eyes, the more charming it became: "Song of plum blossoms is used to set off the holiness and purity of plum blossoms, and also to imitate plum blossoms, writing about people's strength and indomitableness, simple words, but thought-provoking. It is a good poem and can be called a masterpiece of plum blossoms!

The young master is very literary, Xiangling admires it.”

Xiangling commented and looked at Li Xiuran. In the end, she not only praised her heavily, but also bowed her body and bowed.

Hu Ruikang looked at it with a taste of food, but he didn't get such treatment!
Chapter completed!