"Mr. Li is really literary. His poem expresses his aspirations and lyrics are all excellent works. Xiangling admires them."

Xiangling showed a smile on her beautiful face and bowed slightly.

Li Xiuran said modestly: "Some of mystical works make Miss Xiangling laugh."

"Such a good poem is not a mediocre work, the young master is humble." Xiangling smiled slightly, and saw that he was not satisfied with it, but was still very humble. She felt a little more favorable to him, and the smile on her face became more charming.

Many people in the cabinet were fascinated by the moment, and then their eyes looked at Li Xiuran even more envious and jealous.

Lin Fengkai also looked envious and a little embarrassed. He came here with the wish to win Xiangling's favor and then become her first guest in the curtain, and he also made preparations in advance.

As a result, he was made difficult by Hu Ruikang and made a fool of himself. Instead, Li Xiuran, who was pulled by him, made a big splash twice. This script is wrong...

"Can you write a poem?" Chi Qingwan stared at him and asked in a low voice.

Li Xiuran glanced at her: "Didn't you say that, I'm just not good at it."

"So I was inspired again just now, right?" Chi Qingwan curled her lips, obviously not believing it.

Although she can't write poetry, she also knows that it's not difficult. Inspiration can be done by saying it. She even comes twice, do you think she is stupid?

"Yes, there is indeed some literary thoughts tonight..."

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar of thunder came from outside the window.

I'll go, I just pretended to be small, so I won't be struck by lightning... Li Xiuran's heart thumped, a little guilty flashed across his face, and he hurriedly shut up and didn't dare to say more.

The drinks continue.

After Li Xiuran, several people took the second order, but their literary talent was not satisfactory. Xiangling only made routine comments and commercial flatteries, and did not make any other moves.

After the second order, several orders were issued for everyone in the cabinet to enjoy and show their talents. During this period, several people wrote a few good poems, which won a burst of cheers and praise from Xiangling.

After more than an hour, Xiangling ended the drink at the right time: "As a result, there were indeed many talented people coming tonight, and there were continuous masterpieces, and Xiangling received teachings.

However, the wine order is a bit monotonous, so I will change my way to have a different way of entertainment.

As soon as it rained, I wrote an impromptu poem on the rainy night, and all the poems can be used.

Xiangling is a little tired, so she will leave first. You can think about it slowly, so there is no need to worry."

After saying that, he slowly stepped down from the platform and walked upstairs slowly.

A row of maids appeared immediately and gave each table a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Everyone understood and knew that the last propositional poem was the final test. If Xiangling could be attracted to it, then he would be the guest who entered the curtain tonight.

Many people immediately picked up their pens and started creating.

Those who were unable to show off their style just now were ready to seize this last opportunity and rack their brains to conceive.

Hu Ruikang looked at the man in the Confucian shirt next to him and said with a dark face: "Whether it can win Xiangling's favor depends on the last poem. I can't write it well this time. Let's see how I deal with you when I go back."

He wanted to show off just now, but was slapped in the face by Li Xiuran. While he was angry, he also vented the man in Confucian shirt.

"Don't worry, my master, I happened to write a poem about memorials on a rainy night before. I have been polished for a long time, so there is absolutely no problem this time."

The man in the Confucian shirt was full of confidence and picked up the pen and wrote it on paper.

Hu Ruikang's face then calmed down.

Lin Fengkai was also very happy. Among the poems he wrote a few days ago, there happened to be a poem about missing love, and it was one of the best ones he thought. Although it was a bit different from the theme of Xiangling’s rainy night, it was not a big problem and could be used with a little polish.

Lin Fengkai was excited. He recalled the lovesick poem he wrote a few days ago, racked his brains to start polishing it, and finally picked up his pen and read it.

Looking at the well-designed poem, Lin Fengkai felt a little excited.

Although he failed to win Xiangling's favor with this poem, he could not stand out and was attracted by Xiangling, and then became her first guest to enter the curtain...

Just thinking about it, Lin Fengkai felt a little nervous, and then glanced at Li Xiuran, who had no intention of writing, and said a little surprised:

"Don't Brother Li write one? With your talent in poetry, if you can write one, you will definitely have a better chance to impress Miss Xiangling."

You think I don’t want to think about it, isn’t this happening yet... Li Xiuran muttered to himself.

This last poem is the final test, and he can naturally see it.

And he just witnessed Xiangling's stunning appearance and talent with his own eyes. I have to say that he was also moved.

If such a beautiful woman with both talent and beauty has the opportunity to take the relationship further, she will naturally not be rejected, but she must be able to come up with poetry.

He still remembers a lot of lovesick poems, but which one is most likely to impress her?

Li Xiuran thought secretly, and suddenly remembered the background of Xiangling that Lin Fengkai had just introduced to him. His family was lost, he sold himself in a brothel, and broke off his engagement...

Li Xiuran suddenly had a flash of inspiration. When he thought of a song, the more he thought about it, the more appropriate he felt.

You are the only one... Li Xiuran was so energetic that he picked up his pen and started writing.

Seeing this, Chi Qingwan immediately came over and looked at him writing word by word on the paper. The expression on her face gradually changed from curiosity to surprise, and finally became stranger. She raised her head and looked at Li Xiuran: "Don't tell me that you are inspiration again."

Lin Fengkai also came over to take a look, then his face suddenly froze, and his heart that had just risen was surging. The little fantasy in his heart was directly extinguished. Looking at the works written by Li Xiuran, he looked down at the poems he wrote, his face was completely discouraged, and he finally turned the poems he wrote into a ball.

"Um?"

Li Xiuran said in surprise: "Brother Lin, why... Since you have written it, why don't you give it to Miss Xiangling to take a look?"

Lin Fengkai smiled bitterly and said, "With Brother Li's pearls and jade in front of me, it's better not to offer this one!"

...

upstairs.

Xiangling returned to the room, under the maid's service, changed into a white embroidered skirt, sat on the chair, took the tea brought by the maid, took two sips to moisten her throat.

After reviewing for more than an hour, she was really a little dry.

After a while, a maid entered the room with the work that had been written by someone and presented.

Xiangling took it and looked through a few songs, and her face gradually became a little excited.

She has been reading and literate since she was a child. After coming to Tianxiang Pavilion, she was carefully trained. She dared not say that she was unique in poetry, but at least she is better than most scholars who claim to be talented. The threshold for poetry that can catch her eyes is naturally not low.

There was nothing I could do in the hall just now. Even if the guest wrote a bad poem, she could only force her to smile. After more than an hour, she was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Now that I returned to my room, I could not bear it. After reading a few poems that were full of rhetoric but flashy, I lost interest and put the rest of my works on the table.
Chapter completed!