As soon as Qin Feng and the two left Baodie Pavilion, the figure of the beauty in black dress appeared out of thin air in the attic on the third floor.
She looked at the location of the hosta and saw that the glass cup had been opened and the contents inside were missing.
In front of the glass lamp, there was a girl in the shop who was in a daze, her face slightly red, and she was muttering something: "Is there really such a beauty in this world?"
Cang Mu asked: "Xiao Nizi, what are you doing here? Where did the person who wrote the poem just now go?"
The girl heard the commotion and called out: "Hey, shopkeeper, why are you here? The young man who wrote the poem just left."
As soon as she finished speaking, Cang Mu's figure suddenly appeared at the door of Baodie Pavilion. She looked around and saw a crowd of people.
With so many people, how could she know who the poet was just now?
Returning to the attic, the beauty in black dress frowned slightly and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Why don't you keep him?"
"That young man wants to leave on his own, and even if I try to persuade him with the temptation of fame, he doesn't care at all.
The young master also said that he was used to being indifferent and clear-minded, and he didn't like these false reputations."
At this point, the girl covered her cheeks and blushed, saying, "Only such a handsome young man can write such beautiful poems.
I really envy his wife. If this poem spreads, his wife will be famous throughout history."
Cang Mu was surprised and said: "Did that person write this poem for his wife?"
The girl nodded: "Yes, the young master admitted it himself."
Cang Mu understood, and walked to the empty glass lamp, thinking to herself, it's fine if she hasn't seen that person, at least she still has a pair of original treasures of literary principles left behind.
She picked up the white scroll next to the glass lamp, and then widened her eyes, only to see that it was empty.
At this time, she just remembered that Jiang Yexin connected the glass lamp to Yating, so the poems written on the white scroll would be drawn to Yating!
"Jiang Yexin!" Cang Mu clenched the white scroll into a ball and gritted his teeth angrily.
"You called me?" The mature beauty in pink clothes climbed up to the attic. She glanced around and saw no other people. She asked curiously: "Where did the poet go?"
Cang Mu didn't respond, just stared at her closely, his eyes filled with resentment.
"Why do you look at me like this?" Jiang Yexin said uncomfortably.
After a while, Cang Mu said leisurely: "Give me back that poem."
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Golden poems cut through the night sky, and the news that Yating's flowers were in full bloom spread throughout the Baihua Valley in a matter of seconds.
Everyone talks about it.
"Hey, have you heard that a famous poem was published, and all the buds outside the elegant courtyard bloomed!"
"If you want to say this, I have the most say. I was standing outside the court at that time.
At that time, a young man in Tsing Yi wrote a poem, which caused 80% of the flowers in the elegant courtyard to bloom, and everyone was praising him.
But after a while, the flowers in the elegant courtyard suddenly bloomed, and golden words fell from the night sky and emerged into poems on the elegant courtyard.
What about the poem? I don’t know how to describe it. Just looking at it makes me feel goosebumps all over my body and my scalp is numb!”
"Hey, is that poem really as good as you say? Come and read it with us?"
The man then read out the poem, and the others were stunned on the spot after hearing it.
Most of them were businessmen with little education. After turning over and over the words in their minds for a long time, they finally came up with one sentence - "Fuck".
While everyone in Baihua Valley was shocked by the unparalleled poem, Qin Feng took Heitan Tou and wandered around the valley again.
He bought some rouge and gouache and planned to take it back and give it to his second mother.
I also bought some fine tea leaves.
It is worth mentioning that while buying tea, he also caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, with his head lowered and away from the crowd.
How does that figure look like my father...
"Uncle, do you want to buy something else?"
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "I have almost bought everything, but when I come to Baihua Valley, I have to see the amazing Beauty Garden."
Heading towards the depths of Baihua Valley, Qin Feng and the others soon arrived outside a manor, which was Baihua Valley's famous Beauty Garden.
There are naturally beauties in the Beauty Garden, but the word beauty in this Beauty Garden does not refer to real beauties, but to those fresh and tender camellias of different colors!
The beauty of flowers shows how beautiful the flowers in this garden are.
Outside the manor, many girls in colorful clothes were greeting the flow of people and maintaining order.
And looking at the patterns on their chests, we can see that these are disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect.
It is worth mentioning that the owner of this beauty garden is the head of Baihua Sect!
After passing through the gate, you will see flowers blooming everywhere, which is so beautiful.
Even Heitan Tou, a vulgar warrior, couldn't help but be stunned by the sight in front of him.
"Uncle, this is the first time I have seen such a camellia. It is really beautiful."
"This is just the periphery. The truly precious and beautiful camellias in the Beauty Garden are all there." Qin Feng responded with a smile and pointed at one place with his finger.
Xing Sheng then looked around and saw that there was a place in the manor surrounded by continuous trees and flowers.
And outside, many people gathered.
Heitan Tou asked curiously: "Why do those people just stay and don't go in?"
Qin Feng explained: “The camellia varieties there are extremely difficult to cultivate, they are very delicate and will be damaged if you are not careful.
In order to prevent the camellias that have been cultivated with so much painstaking efforts from being damaged, the leader of the Baihua Sect established a rule.
If you want to see camellias there, you must pass the test of flower appreciation.
After all, only those who truly understand flowers will not inadvertently destroy those precious camellias."
"I see."
He came to the edge of the crowd and looked up eagerly.
I saw several girls blocking the way ahead, each of them holding a pot of camellia in their hands.
There are thousands of colors and it’s really beautiful.
From time to time, someone will come forward, point to the flower in the girl's hand, and tell the name of the camellia. If you can answer three or more questions correctly, you can pass the flower appreciation test and enter.
But a long time passed and no one succeeded.
Heitan Tou asked in confusion: "Uncle, are those flowers rare? Why are there so many people coming forward, but so few of them answered correctly?"
Qin Feng replied: "There are many types of flowers in the world, and the camellias here are rare things cultivated through the Baihua Sect's special techniques. It is naturally not easy to name them."
"Uncle, can you recognize these flowers?"
The corners of Qin Feng's lips raised slightly: "You won't know until you step forward and try it."
After many people failed to identify flowers, they returned to the crowd dejectedly.
As time went by, the others also lost confidence and only dared to watch from the sidelines, not daring to step forward.
There was a wealthy businessman who might have had a bad temper. He pointed at a camellia that he had just admitted was wrong and said angrily: "You clearly don't want us to go in.
This camellia is obviously walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, what did I say wrong?!"
The girl holding the flower looked displeased. People like this with no eyesight and bad temper were the last thing they wanted to see.
In the past, they might have explained something, but after so many years, they understood that no explanation was useful to such a person, so they didn't bother to respond at all.
When the wealthy businessman saw this, he thought he was right and immediately started shouting even louder. For a while, the scene was a bit ugly.
The rest of the people were also pointing at the white camellia with pink in it. Some felt that the wealthy businessman was right, while others were undecided and just pondered over it.
"Call your sect master, you must give me an explanation today!" The wealthy businessman shouted loudly with the support of some people.
The scene became a little out of control.
At this moment, two voices in the noisy crowd said in unison: "This camellia is not walking in the snow in search of plum blossoms, but its name is Yilanjiao."