As for big customers like Han Zhongyan, people would direct them upstairs after seeing him.

 The second and third floors are all in the shape of a return, with a patio in the center, but there are more than a dozen poetry plaques hanging on the patio.

Zhang Yue went to the courtyard and took a look. He was drunk with wine and his ears were warm. One person said: "There is another Yuanxi poem written in the pavilion."

 One person hung the poem sign on the patio.

 The front and back of the poem card are both thickly inked and heavily written, so anyone with a good eye can see them clearly.

 Many drinkers read the poems as if they were savoring them over and over again.

Han Zhongyan said to Zhang Yue: "Just now, we have written more than a dozen poems and submitted them to Mr. Wan Ling, but no one has been included in the poems. Why don't the chief write a poem for New Year's Eve and give it a try?"

When Zhang Yue heard that Mei Yaochen was in Fanlou, he said: "You all are not good enough. If my little writing can catch the eye of Mr. Wanling, I will not bring shame on myself."

The students also know that the stronger the chapter is the classics and articles. Each test of the poems can only be reluctant.

 One of the people laughed and said, "Master, everyone is here."

“Yes, we usually write poems in a certain format, but the New Year’s Eve poems are not limited to these. It can be either a poem or a poem. It’s just that the writing is not good, so I can’t write this poem.”

 Everyone laughed.

 Zhang Yue waved his hand and said, "Today I only chatted with Tongzhai and did not write poems."

 Zhang Yue already said this, and no one dared to force it.

As he said that, everyone climbed up the stairs and arrived at the pavilion. The rest of the group looked at Zhang Yue but did not dare to say a word. They were all newcomers and did not dare to directly make a joke on Zhang Yue.

In addition to Tongzhai, there are also more than a dozen singing girls who come to accompany the guests drinking or to play and sing.

People in Bianjing call this "Qianli'er", and it doesn't matter whether the singing is good or bad, as long as it can relieve boredom. Many people in Bianjing are not living a secure life, so they let their daughters or wives go to restaurants to catch up.

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 There were twice as many people catching up in Fanlou as there were drinkers.

 The pavilion is full of first-class utensils, and the chairs and tables are all equipped with Chu. This is the grandeur of Fan Tower. Sitting in the pavilion, you can have a panoramic view of the night view of Bianjing City during the Lantern Festival.

 Someone wrote a poem to record Fan Lou.

 The restaurants in the city are as high as the sky, and the dragons and phoenixes are delicious and delicious.

Gongsun got off his horse and smelled the fragrance. He was so drunk that he did not hesitate to spend ten thousand yuan on one drink.

 Invite distinguished guests, introduce distinguished people, and perform music, singing, and orchestra upstairs.

There are all kinds of beautiful things and treasures, and the railings on all sides are painted with colorful eaves.

 At this time, there was a burst of cheers outside the pavilion.

Someone said: "Good poetry, good poetry, this year's New Year's Eve poems must be the best."

Han Zhongyan was a little dissatisfied when he heard this and said: "I want to see who did it?"

 Several classmates followed him out.

 Zhang Yue didn't care about eating in the restaurant. He was really hungry after walking around for so long.

Soon Han Zhongyan came over, looking a little surprised.

 A bystander asked: “Who did it?”
Chapter completed!