"What? No? Oh, Your Highness, you see, I am really busy right now. Can I participate in the poetry meeting? I can't say, so let's do it. I will try my best to participate. If I really can't go, there is nothing I can do."
Jiang Fan was quite sorry and immediately said with an embarrassed look on his face.
Prince Wu then remembered that Jiang Fan in front of him was willing to sell his poems to Qian Rushan for hundreds of dollars.
The behavior style that ordinary scholars should have cannot be applied to Jiang Fan at all.
I couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, so I had to say: "Some, yes, there will be selections at the poetry fair. The work that is considered the best that night will be rewarded with a hundred guan. I wonder if Mr. Jiang... thinks it's okay?"
"Ah? Is there a reward? That's no problem! To be honest, reciting poems and composing lyrics is really boring if you just think about it by yourself. I have long wanted to compete with others. Don't worry, Your Highness.
, I will definitely attend this poetry meeting! I guarantee you will be satisfied."
Jiang Fan's eyes lit up and he immediately patted his chest and said.
Such a philistine appearance left Prince Wu speechless for a while.
You are a very talented person...can't you act more solemn and solemn?!
What’s going on with such a strong folk custom?
"Ahem, okay, then I will be waiting for Young Master Jiang to come. There are still some things that need to be prepared for the poetry meeting. Young Master Jiang will continue to play in the garden first. When everything is ready, servants will come to invite you."
Prince Wu coughed dryly, and while speaking, he bowed his hands towards Jiang Fan, then turned and left.
It wasn't until they turned a corner and could no longer see Jiang Fan and the others that the old master who had been following Prince Wu finally couldn't help but asked: "Your Highness, tonight's poetry meeting... isn't it just a normal poetry recital?"
Appreciating the moon? I don’t remember that there is a selection and reward process.”
Prince Wu glanced at the old master and said helplessly: "It was true that it didn't happen before...but now it does."
"Ah? Why?"
The old master was very surprised.
"Why? How do I know why? Okay, let's get ready. It's almost time. You guys will be the judges of tonight's poetry meeting."
Prince Wu rolled his eyes and said.
At this time, Jiang Fan looked pleased with himself, thinking to himself that if he had known that it would be so easy to make money by selling poems, why would he have to work so hard to resell gold and copper in the first place?
It's really not cost-effective to let Shen Meng add favors, it's a loss...
"Brother Jiang Fan, that... that poem just now, can you write it specifically for me when you go back?"
Just as he was thinking about it, Lin Wanqing on the side suddenly asked.
Jiang Fan turned his head in shock and saw that Lin Wanqing's originally slightly confused expression had returned to normal, and his two big eyes had become lively again. He couldn't help but look puzzled: "Wanqing, are you okay? What happened just now?
Miss a man?"
The red tide that had just receded from Lin Wanqing's face resurfaced again with Jiang Fan's words.
Some gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to pinch Jiang Fan's waist. When Jiang Fan screamed, he said bitterly: "I miss you so much! Remember! Go back and write that poem for me again!"
"Just kidding... Besides, I just said you wanted a man, and I didn't say you missed me. Can we be reasonable?"
Jiang Fan looked aggrieved.
"You still say?"
Lin Wanqing made a move to continue pinching him.
Jiang Fan was startled and quickly changed the subject: "Which song do you want me to write?"
"Just...it's the song "Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Face!"
Lin Wanqing said a little shyly.
"Okay, okay, I get it, really...can't you be as gentle as your sister? You don't know how serious it is, you will definitely pinch me."
Jiang Fan muttered.
"What did you say?!"
"No...it's nothing. Life is so beautiful, but you are so irritable. It's not good. It's not good. It's better to continue to play. Don't finally come to Fujiang Garden and see nothing. That's not a loss.
"
Jiang Fan had a strong desire to survive and continued to change the topic.
Lin Wanqing snorted at Jiang Fan, and then looked around looking quite arrogant.
Tieniu, who remained silent and just silently followed the two of them to protect them, gave Jiang Fan a thumbs up.
In the next half hour, Lin Wanqing cleared up his previous daze and had a great time playing in Fujiang Garden.
Although the scenery in the garden seemed to Jiang Fan, there was really nothing surprising about it.
In a world where there is an explosion of information, even the most ordinary people at the bottom have a broad vision that cannot be matched by the so-called rich and powerful people in this world.
But for Lin Wanqing, it was truly a shocking experience.
So much so that the little girl has such a temper that she can't help but admire whatever scenery she sees.
It wasn't until a servant from the garden arrived, saying that the poetry meeting was about to begin, and inviting Jiang Fan and the others to move to the place where the poetry meeting was held in the garden, that Lin Wanqing had to reluctantly end his tour.
Obviously, as the poetry meeting was about to begin, everyone who was visiting the Fujiang Garden began to gather towards the same place.
When Jiang Fan and the others arrived at the place where the poetry meeting was held, hundreds of people were already seated in the open space of Nuo Da's garden.
Two rows of long tables were lined up side by side, and several long tables were lined up at the top, where Prince Wu and his concubines were in charge of appreciating poems.
The seats for everyone were not designated, so those who arrived early had already filled the seats close to Prince Wu and his concubines.
When Jiang Fan and the others arrived, only the tail seats of the two rows of tables were left. They were about to find a place to sit down when they suddenly found someone waving towards them.
If you look closely, you will see that there is a mountain of money.
With his heart trembling slightly, Jiang Fan suddenly thought of the question about wine sales partners he had previously considered... Isn't Qian Rushan the perfect answer?
He walked over with Lin Wanqing and Tieniu, and sat down next to Qian Rushan. Jiang Fan asked with a smile: "Why is Young Master Qian sitting so far back? How can Prince Wu see this position?"
"I can't help it. Those scholars don't want to see me as a businessman. If I sit too far forward, I might become a target. Besides, the reason why I came today has nothing to do with the prince. I want to see if the prince is ready at any time.
Can you see it? But everyone, Yun, who will come to participate in the poetry meeting tonight, will not be able to see it."
Qian Rushan said mysteriously.
"Master Yun? Who is it?"
Jiang Fan noticed that Qian Rushan's tone was quite casual when he mentioned Prince Wu, but what he was more concerned about was the newly heard title.
"Hey, everyone Yun hasn't arrived yet, so let me give it a try. You'll know when everyone Yun comes later."
Qian Rushan's smile looks vulgar no matter how you look at it.