The Red Gate Pavilion has many patrons, and some of the people who come here are here to receive tasks.
Of course, after making money, most people will spend their money here.
This is why Hongmen Pavilion is the most profitable business in Liu County.
When an oiran holds a wedding ceremony, a large number of wealthy children and wealthy businessmen flock to her.
Jiang Chao didn't want to compare in his heart, but he thought that Yue'er's mother had no clue about anything now.
I can only try my luck everywhere.
After all, the Red Gate Pavilion is more likely to be located. Even if no clues can be found, depending on the proprietress's ability, the possibility of finding clues to Zhang Hanxiu and Gu Yifan will be greater.
Jiang Chao didn't want to miss any opportunity. He was afraid of long nights and many dreams. The earlier Jiang Yue returned to her mother, the earlier she would be safe. And the earlier he could investigate the truth and avenge his adoptive father and his parents.
Therefore, Jiang Chao decided to participate in this literary competition.
The backyard was packed with people in a short time.
Some are here to watch the fun, and more are here to try their luck and see if they can catch a glimpse of beauty.
Not long after, a little maid came down from upstairs. She was wearing a green plain gauze dress and looked smart and cute. She was about the same age as Jiang Chao.
She held a picture scroll in her hand and came to the stage and unfolded it: "Dear guests, today's topic is this picture. Please pay attention!"
With that said, the little maid untied the string and unfolded the scroll.
The painting she held in her hand was a pair of red plums painted by Miss Yunfang.
Many people couldn't help but admire the painting after seeing it: "Miss Yunfang's painting skills are unparalleled! Not only is she beautiful, she is also so versatile!"
"Yes, the painting is really good!"
The little maid smiled and said: "Thank you all for your compliments. Next, I will announce the topic of the young lady. Today's topic is Yong Mei."
"The requirement is that the words to praise plum blossoms should have the meaning of praising plum blossoms, praising the bones of plum blossoms, and praising the feelings of plum blossoms, but there should not be the word 'plum'. If you chant plum blossoms without seeing the plum blossoms! If the lady is satisfied, you can go upstairs and talk to the lady.
A narration."
Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you.
The topic is "Yong Mei", and it is required that the word "mei" cannot be included.
Hu Feng looked at the scholar next to him and asked, "How is it?"
The scholar looked troubled: "It is indeed not easy, but please rest assured, young master, wait a moment! Let me think about it!"
While the scholar was thinking, someone stood up and said, "I'll go first!"
The person who came out was a chubby rich man. He thought for a while and said: "In winter, there is the fragrance of flowers, and the snow slowly grows. After winter, I will meet Miss Yun!"
The boy wrote down what the man said, and then the maid sent it upstairs.
Not long after, the little maid came out and said, "Miss, what I said is nonsense! I never want to see you again!"
The fat rich man quibbled: "This poem of mine is specially given to the lady!"
The little maid pointed at the fat man: "Someone pull him out! Give him a beating!"
Then, a group of men in red rushed over and pulled him out, and soon they heard screams like those of a slaughtered pig.
No one thought that if you didn’t write well, you would get beaten!
But the little maid disagreed and continued to ask: "Which other guest would like to try?"
Hu Feng glanced at the scholar, who still shook his head.
At this time, a rich boy wearing blue satin came out: "I want to try it!"
The little maid playfully pointed at Mr. Kuo who stood up and said, "Master Han, please!"
The person who stood up was none other than Han Qianjiao of the Han family. He was the eldest son of the Han family, but his kung fu was extremely poor and he studied rhetoric every day.
Everyone's eyes fell on him. Han Qianjiao was confident and shook his paper fan: "The red flowers are on fire in the snow! The faint fragrance comes from the snow, where is the fragrance? The sweet boudoir is lonely and sad!"
"good!!!"
"As expected of Master Han!"
Everyone applauded together, and Zhao Han also pouted: "Oh, it's really not easy to win? Brother, are you sure?"
Jiang Chao snorted coldly: "What's better? From my point of view, the last sentence is just asking for a beating."
The little maid went upstairs with the written words and came down after a while: "Master Han, my lady said, please watch your mouth in the future. I'll let you go this time, but next time, someone will slap you in the mouth!"
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At this time, the scholar who came with Hu Feng sneered proudly: "It is an insinuation that Miss Yunfang is alone in the empty boudoir, and she is unbearably lonely. If you don't slap me, you have picked it up."
Han Qianjiao was stunned when he saw the scholar: "Wang Qin? Why is it you!?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard the name Wang Qin.
"Isn't this the most talented person in our Liu County?"
"Yeah, why are you here? It's over now, there's no chance!"
"Yeah, how can this compare?"
Wang Qin whispered a few words in Hu Feng's ear, and then Hu Feng walked out proudly: "I'll do it!"
Everyone understood at first glance that Hu Feng asked Wang Qin to write poems in person, and then Hu Feng participated in the literary competition himself.
"Isn't this cheating?"
"Yeah! Isn't this too fun?"
But the problem is that no one can tell exactly what Wang Qin said, and whether Hu Feng heard Wang Qin say this poem, and no one can provide conclusive evidence.
Hu Feng clasped his fists, deliberately looked at Zhao Han and said loudly: "Today, I will show my shame, but I don't know if the Zhao family can match my poem of praising plum blossoms in a while!"
"The snow covers the pride, and the red flowers welcome the spring. The cold wind brings you to your dreams, and you know it is the secret fragrance."
After saying that, everyone was shocked!
“What a poem!”
"This is great, how can it compare to this?"
Seeing everyone's annoyance, Hu Feng felt that he had a chance to win, so he looked at Jiang Chao and said, "Didn't you show off just now? Say a song too, and let me hear what a country bumpkin like you can say!"
Hu Feng deliberately embarrassed Jiang Chao in front of everyone. He felt that he had a chance to win, and he also wanted to make Jiang Chao and Zhao Han look embarrassed, so he deliberately made things difficult for Jiang Chao and asked him to compete with himself live to slap Jiang Chao in the face.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Chao snorted coldly: "It's not even close to being hot."
Hu Feng said confidently: "Almost a success? This poem about praising plum blossoms. If mine is second today, it means there is no first place!"
Jiang Chao mocked: "Second Young Master Hu, haven't you ever heard that literature is not the first, and military is not the second? Everyone has his own taste, and everyone has his own preferences. How can literature be the first?"
When Hu Feng saw what he had said, he immediately threw his hands away and said, "Stop talking nonsense. If you have the ability, tell us something and let us open our eyes!"
Zhao Han was in a dilemma. He knew that Jiang Chao was very powerful in martial arts, but could he write poetry and lyrics?
This raises a big question mark.
But Jiang Chao was so confident that he didn't need to write it himself.
Just recite a piece of Tang poetry and Song lyrics that you have learned!
Thinking of this, Jiang Chao asked: "I want to write a song that is better than yours. What do you say?"
Hu Feng disdainfully said: "Don't be stronger than me? Are you dreaming?"
Jiang Chao sneered: "Haha, why don't you let Miss Yunfang read it? If my writing is worse than yours, you can respectfully call me your ancestor and we will be clear about this matter. I won't cause trouble for you in the future. Otherwise, it's nonsense." An and I are useless, I don’t want you anymore.”
Hu Feng pointed at Jiang Chao: "What if you lose?"
Jiang Chao said calmly: "It's up to you."
Hu Feng looked at Wang Qin again, and Wang Qin nodded confidently.
Seeing that the talented scholar was so confident, Hu Feng also became more confident: "Okay! Don't say that I'm bullying you, just write it now! I'll give you at most one stick of incense!"
Jiang Chao sneered and thought to himself: "The only one that meets the requirements of this competition is "Bu Suanzi: Yong Mei" by the Southern Song Dynasty poet Lu You. Senior Lu, I'm sorry! With your words, I will clean up this annoying person today. I’m so disgusted by Er Shao Hu!”
Jiang Chao smiled confidently: "Haha, since Mr. Hu is so confident, then I would rather obey your orders than respect him."
"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy."
"There is no need to strive for spring, and the flowers will be jealous. It will be scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same."
After Jiang Chao finished speaking, Wang Qin almost sat on the ground. He muttered: "Impossible, impossible! How could someone write better than me?"
The scene was quiet for a while, and Zhao Han was dumbfounded: "Brother, are you a god? You have good martial arts, good talent, and such good literary talent!"