When someone saw He Baichuan bowing his head and saying nothing, he asked, "Brother Ziyuan thinks how does Miss Chen's poem?"

He Baichuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said slowly: "This poem contains the brush and ink to describe the appearance, shape, and the language of the poem is gorgeous and gorgeous, with rich colors, and has obvious formal beauty due to the exquisite parallelism."

"The style of the poem is frivolous, and the ending says, 'It's just that the clouds are inserted, and the eyebrows are easy to form'. The writing of the objects and the appearance of a woman is also a cliché of official poetry. It is meticulously crafted and portrayed ingeniously, but the texts are the same and have no meaning."

After hearing this, everyone naturally agreed and refuted it, but He Baichuan didn't care and said, "As the saying goes, it's a clever way, and it's just a mat, and it's a perfect place to carve the vines and algae, and think about it in the boudoir!"

The fat scholar named Wang said, "In this way, Brother He believes that the title of the number one talented woman in Jiangling is not Miss Chen's?"

Everyone smiled He Baichuan and refused to comment.

He Baichuan has a clear mind about the talented men in Jiangling. In the past, there were many opportunities to compete in poetry and lyrics. Many talented men became famous by competing with poetry and essays.

But women are different. They have fewer opportunities to show up in public, and there are even fewer poems than fighting. It is hard to say who is the name of the number one talented woman in Jiangling.

He Baichuan looked down on Chen Manyuan's song "Ode to the Way of Flowers" just now, not that he did not admire Chen Manyuan's talent.

The poems about objects that Shen Fu Wan are like a large number of works of objects in this period, carefully crafted and gorgeous and light, but with her delicate thoughts and sentimentality, she can often get rid of the simple words and sublimate.

Some express the feelings of the past that are different from the past and the changes in the world, or express the worries and fears of being slandered, love and favor fading, thus setting a distance from some works with the same title.

And Lou Qingyi seems to have no particularly commendable masterpiece. The only thing I can remember is the song "Morning Wind", which is sprinkled with the qi of the Yuefu, without being restricted by the pen. It is like a high-profile and elegant sound when playing the string, and then it is explained with a sparse and uneven sound.

He just called Lou Qingyi the number one talented woman, and he also ranked it in private.

"Isn't that Miss Lou?" someone next to him said.

He Baichuan suddenly raised his head and looked over, and saw Lou Qingyi walking down from the upper floor in black.

His eyes lit up suddenly, but they dimmed in an instant.

Everyone's eyes focused on the girl in black. Lou Qingyi and Shen Manyuan could be called Jiangling's two beauties. It is naturally a great pleasure to see the beauty's face.

He Baichuan always had a faint smile on his face, but he was afraid that only he himself knew the feeling in his heart.

Lou Qingyi took Zi Ling to shuttle through the crowd. They just arrived at the second floor, but found that there were not many female relatives on the second floor, and most of the women above were singers. Lou Qingyi did not look down on these people, but she had nothing to talk about with them.

Zi Ling held a heart-shaped embroidered purse in her hand, which was the reward for guessing riddles. She originally asked Zi Ling to continue guessing riddles, but Zi Ling shook her head: "Miss, Zi Ling can't be more greedy. If she throws the scroll away, Zi Ling..."

Lou Qingyi's mouth bent a beautiful curve and said, "I was originally going to let you come out to relax. What do you like, go and have fun as soon as possible."

Zi Ling continued to shake her head.

"Okay, then follow me." When it comes to the maid, Lou Qingyi has always been very generous. She noticed that the scholars not far away seemed to be pointing at her and sighed slightly. When she entered the room, she was still covered with black veil. Even with candlelight, her expression was difficult to see clearly.

The master and servant found a table of the Nei Shui and sat down. Dr. Tea had come to pour water. Lou Qingyi was not very interested in the performances around him, such as writing and poetry, and just sat here quietly to rest.

At this time, the formal performance began. The five-stringed pipa, guzheng, square sound, fish and other music sounded one after another. A group of singers danced. The willow waist in the lead was snatched, and the 28-year-old youth, with melodious music and beautiful posture.

Not far away, a man's complicated gaze passed through the singing singer and landed on Lou Qingyi's face. He seemed to be entangled for a moment, but finally got up and strode over.

When Lou Qingyi saw the man in front of her, she was a little stunned at first, and after a while, her eyes were a little complicated.

If she doesn't have a good impression of He Baichuan in front of her, it must be a lie. He Baichuan is quite talented and is also a top figure among the younger generation in Jiangling literary world.

"Young Master He." Lou Qingyi smiled and nodded and greeted He Baichuan.

"Lou...Miss Lou..." He Baichuan was so excited that he didn't speak very quickly. "The first floor is so messy, why don't you go upstairs?"

He Baichuan knew that he had come to say hello to Lou Qingyi, and the rest of the scholars must have seen it. He just heard their evaluation of Lou Qingyi. Although most of them were positive, there were also people who said the grapes were sour when they couldn't eat grapes. A good lady from a family had to tell some romantic affairs by a few guys.

It would be fine if I evaluate other women, but this was directed at Lou Qingyi, which sounded particularly harsh just now.

"There is no one to talk to when going upstairs, so why not sit downstairs." Lou Qingyi replied.

"Is what you said just now in the long pavilion true?" He Baichuan stared at Lou Qingyi and asked.

"Hasn't it been said?" Lou Qingyi frowned slightly and asked back.

"Uh..." He Baichuan didn't know how to answer for a while. He thought for a while, and hesitated again when he was at the mouth. After a while, he finally took a breath and calmed down his chaotic mood.

"I was just traveling out and wanted to go back... to find you after I came back, but now... you are like this. What happened?"

Lou Qingyi frowned and smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern. Qingyi's life was very happy before and is living a good life now. Such a peaceful and peaceful life is God's gift. The young master has not returned for many days, so there must be many friends who want to chat with him. It is better to go to them earlier.

He Baichuan sighed, but was unwilling to accept it after all, and shook his head and said, "I have seen some of them just now and have talked a few times. They all have their own affairs, and they are not bad for the next person, but..."

Lou Qingyi turned her head aside slightly. The scholars there were still fighting for literature and poetry. Several people were already fighting red, and the onlookers were also in high spirits. This diluted the atmosphere of singing and dancing performances on the stage.

He Baichuan was a little helpless, and the other party obviously did not want to continue the topic just now.
Chapter completed!