Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 81 Poetry
Just as Han Fei expected, Shenhou Mansion also found clues about An's family through Mr. Xu, who was also in charge of Qian Jian.

In addition, surveillance began to rotate day and night in an attempt to dig up more evidence.

And tonight was the day when An Shigeng hosted a grand banquet and held a poetry meeting, so Mr. Xu would naturally go.

Therefore, even if there is no invitation, Zhuge Zhengwo intends to take everyone from the Shenhou Mansion with him.

……

Shenhou Mansion didn't have invitations, but Han Fei and Lu Xiaofeng did.

Just in the morning, a man who looked like a servant sent two invitations to the six doors.

One is for Han Fei and the other is for Lu Xiaofeng.

"Brother Han, this An Shigeng is really good, knowing that we are investigating him, he invited us openly." Lu Xiaofeng said.

"Who knows?" Han Fei smiled: "Maybe, he is confident that we can't catch him."

This An Shigeng is quite an interesting person, confident and arrogant, he doesn't take people seriously at all.

But in contrast, Han Fei was more interested in his father, An Yunshan.

This Zhuge Zhengwo is already at the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm, what cultivation level should An Yunshan who can easily defeat him have?
It seems that no matter where they are, people who practice this kind of people-absorbing martial arts are all strong...

After handing over the invitation, the two entered the Anfu smoothly.

This An Shigeng really deserves to be called the "God of Wealth".

The whole mansion can only be described in one sentence, it is inhumane.

What came into view was a road paved with marble.

On both sides of the road, there are many green pine trees planted, and there are many rockery and strange rocks, which are wonderful.

In the distance, the looming pavilions and pavilions add a touch of atmosphere to the mansion.

Every building is made of expensive mahogany, even the chairs of the kiosk in the lake are no exception.

The most conspicuous one is a jade ladder made of white jade on the lake, which glows faintly under the moonlight.

If you stand on it, it will be like ascending to a fairyland.

Han Fei couldn't help sighing: "Sure enough, the rich died of the rich, and the poor died of the poor."

But Lu Xiaofeng at the side didn't respond, money was not important to him.

The two soon came to the hall, and there were already many people inside.

There are high-ranking officials and dignitaries, there are gifted scholars and beauties, and there are also simple tycoons in the rivers and lakes.

The two found a table and sat down at random, and then began to talk.

"Brother Lu, look at how big this "God of Wealth" is."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded approvingly: "Indeed, this An Shigeng is really not simple."

Han Fei scanned the hall. These people were in groups of twos and threes, chatting happily.

He also saw Zhuge Zhengwo, but at this time Zhuge Zhengwo seemed to be rejected.

He wanted to visit the crowd at the six doors, but he didn't expect to be stopped.

One of them caught his attention. Jin Jiuling could only stand up, but this person was sitting on a chair drinking tea.

"Brother Lu, is that man the catcher of the six doors?"

Dealing with the imperial court still depends on Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng followed Han Fei's gaze and said, "That's right, that person is the God Catcher of Six Doors, Master Liu."

Seemingly aware of their gaze, Catching God turned his head to look at them.

After looking at it for a while, I turned my head away again and ignored it...

After a while, a man with a smile on his face and an extremely evil look came in.

If Han Fei guessed correctly, he was An Shigeng.

An Shigeng stood on the main seat and shouted to the crowd: "Thank you for your honor. It is a great honor for An. Tonight, everyone can eat and drink as you like, you are welcome."

After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands, and countless young maids came out with trays.

"This An Shigeng really enjoys it. Although these women are not said to be overwhelmed by the country, they are also considered small and lovely."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed a little, even the emperor's life may not be comparable to that of An Shigeng.

Han Fei ignored Lu Xiaofeng, all his thoughts were on these dishes.

He wanted to see what delicious treasures they were all about.

These maids are well-trained and quickly put all the plates in front of the guests.

When it was opened, everyone was shocked.

Braised hump in brown sauce, braised bear's paw in oil, steamed abalone, asparagus in clear water, shark's fin and black ginseng soup, secret grilled red scale fish, moonlight wine.

All are famous delicacies from mountains and seas, which can be described as extravagant to the extreme.

There were also many high-ranking officials and dignitaries present, and it is possible that not many people would have such a meal.

An Shigeng sat on the main seat, crossed his legs and said to everyone: "Let's start the banquet, don't get cold for a while."

Everyone bowed slightly, cupped their hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. An."

After that, the atmosphere on the field became lively, and the chat was full of enthusiasm.

At this time, several maids pushed a large exquisite screen and placed it in the center of the hall.

Before everyone could ask questions, An Shigeng had already explained: "The Green Bamboo Poems in previous years were too boring, why don't we come up with something interesting."

Everyone naturally agreed: "It's all up to Mr. An."

"Okay." An Shigeng clapped his hands and said, "In a moment, I'll ask someone to come up with questions on this screen, and you guys will compose poems based on the questions."

"The best solution for each question will be rewarded with 1 taels, plus a treasure."

This kind of thing has nothing to do with those high-ranking officials and nobles, and it is basically participated by the talented and beautiful women present.

And of course these people will not refuse, they can show off and get money, so why not do it?

Seeing that there was no objection from the crowd, An Shigeng called a maid and whispered something in her ear.

When the maid heard this, she called several strong men, who were carrying a large bucket of ink and a large brush.

Afterwards, they came to the big screen and began to write with this large brush.

Not long after, a big "Snow" character appeared on the screen, and this expensive screen was destroyed like this.

Seeing the word "Snow", everyone fell into deep thought.

After a while, a scholar stood up.

"Everyone, let's start with a song."

"At the end of the south, the Yin Ling is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds.

"The forest shows the color of the sky, and the city grows colder."

As soon as this poem came out, there was a burst of applause from the audience.

"Good poetry."

"Brother Zu Yong is really good at writing."

"A good poem indeed."

This scholar named Zu Yong seems to be a little famous, and many people present know him.

Regarding this, he just smiled modestly: "I'm overwhelmed, but it's just a clumsy work."

This poem was really good, and no one spoke for a while. If there were no accidents, he should be able to win.

However, accidents still happened.

A woman stood up and said to everyone: "The little girl also has a song, I hope you can taste it."

"Snow in childhood, falling like a lonesome."

"When the breeze blows through the hall, the eaves are clear and the heart is clear."

(This poem was written by the author himself, please don't pay attention to it.)
"Good poetry, and this is also good poetry."

"This woman is equally talented."

"Extreme! Exactly!"

Han Fei was also surprised, because this woman was none other than the one he met in Saibei Flower Boat that day.

Oiran - Liu Yuruo.

Looking at Han Fei's eyes, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly joked, "What's the matter, Brother Han, do you know him?"

"Cough cough~"

Han Fei coughed lightly, and said, "I've seen her once, but I didn't expect her to be so talented."

"Just met once? Really?" Lu Xiaofeng teased.

Han Fei ignored him, this Lu Xiaofeng is just a big fun guy.

I just like to watch people suffer, and I never get tired of it.

At this time, the atmosphere on the court was very lively, and they were all discussing who was the real winner.

　YY wrote a poem, won't she be scolded?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)