After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan regretted it

"Yes, now she is living in a generous and wealthy family."

Zhang Yuan shook his paper fan in excitement and stared at Fang Yuanxi. Fang Hongye stepped forward and kicked her: "You two, put your eyes away from me. If you dare to turn on my sister again, I will blind you."

"hey-hey…"

Zhang Xinjue and Zhang Yuan hid for a moment, smiling without fear.

Fang Yuanxi was a little embarrassed. After all, she was from her daughter's house, but she was used to it. Just because she appeared on the scene, she was stared at with blazing eyes by many talented people around her.

"Who is this woman?"

"I don't know. You are still wearing a veil. Could it be that you are ugly and dare not look at others?"

Many talented men and women around were staring at the veiled Fang Yuanxi and pointing, and someone said: "Isn't this the talented scholar Fang Hongye, the son of Master Yushi Fang? The woman next to him should be his sister Fang Yuanxi!" "

"Fang Yuanxi, could it be Master Fang's adopted daughter?"

"Exactly, I heard that she is still mute."

"Mute..."

These people looked at Fang Yuanxi with strange eyes, and many talented people shook their heads: "What a pity..."

Fang Hongye pulled Fang Yuanxi, Zhang Xinjue and Zhang Yuan to sit on the second floor, looking down at the stage where two talented people were competing for poetry.

"Yuan Xi, just take a look at the people here to see if there is that talented man in your photo."

Fang Hongye joked, Fang Yuanxi glanced at her faintly, then raised his head slightly, and happened to look at the handsome eighth prince Huang Jingyu in a black robe at the VIP table on the third floor, which made Fang Yuanxi stunned.

"What a coincidence, isn't this Mr. Fang's adopted daughter?"

Yang Xuehai looked at the veiled Fang Yuanxi next to Fang Hongye, but he still recognized her identity, and smiled at Zhou Jingyu: "When she fell into the water, it was you who saved her, Your Highness."

"Yes."

Zhou Jingyu also smiled, looking at Fang Yuanxi with starry eyes, vaguely remembering the ten-year-old girl who fell into the water five years ago and was rescued by him. Now she is a graceful and elegant lady.

Fang Yuanxi blushed at Zhou Jingyu's starry eyes, and quickly lowered her head. Apparently she also recognized the eighth prince Zhou Jingyu, and remembered that he saved her back then, which inevitably made Yuanxi feel an inexplicable heartbeat. The feeling was strange and she couldn't describe it.

Fang Hongye and Zhang Xinjue didn't notice that the eighth prince Zhou Jingyu on the third floor was watching the poetry competition on the stage downstairs.

This is a topic created by Mo Yuan Tower. For example, with the theme of wine or scenery, let these talented and beautiful people compete in poetry to see who can do better. Using this as a bonus, the head of Mo Yuan Tower will write the winner's poem. Hang it at the gate for the entire capital to appreciate.

All in all, Moyuan Tower is a platform for these great talents to showcase their talents.

"Today's topic is a poem about winter plum blossoms!"

The young man from Moyuan Tower came up to the stage to present his topic. Immediately, the talented and beautiful people in the audience were eager to try and start thinking about composing poems with winter plum blossoms.

"There's only one plum blossom tonight..."

Immediately, a talented man jumped up to Taichung and started composing a poem eagerly. However, he got stuck after reading the second half of the sentence, causing the audience to burst into laughter.

"I'll come, I'll come..."

Another talent jumped up and pretended to sing a song, but the audience kept booing. He felt that he had done too badly, and jumped off the stage with his face covered in shame.

"Your Highness, can you think of any good poems?"

Wu Mu turned to look at Zhou Jingyu and found that his eyes were staring at the second floor from time to time, and Fang Yuanxi beside Fang Hongye was watching.

"Your Highness, you have already looked at me 23 times. Could it be that you are looking at Mr. Fang's adopted daughter?" Yang Xuehai smiled. Zhou Jingyu withdrew his gaze and covered it up: "Nonsense."

"Ha ha."

Wu Mu and Yang Xuehai laughed, and Zhou Jingyu rolled his eyes at them before saying, "Hanmei's poems, I didn't expect that."

After a few glasses of wine, many talented people came on stage to write poems, but there were still no good works. Finally, Zhang Lezhang, who was known as the great talent in Jiangnan, walked up to the stage with confident steps. He looked around and said with a smile: "Suddenly I saw a winter plum tree blooming on the bank of the Han River. I didn't know that spring was early, so I suspected it was a bead maker."

"Good poem..."

Immediately, all the talented and beautiful people in the audience applauded. This Zhao Lezhang is worthy of being a talented person from the south of the Yangtze River. His five-character poem surpasses those of the previous talented people.

"This Zhao Lezhang is indeed quite talented."

Zhou Jingyu on the third floor smiled and nodded in affirmation. Yang Xuehai Wu Mu also smiled: "Your Highness, do you think this person will be the number one pick this year?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Zhou Jingyu shook his head and smiled.

Fang Hongye, Zhang Xingxing, Zhang Yuan and the others on the second floor were a little unhappy when they saw Zhao Lezhang stealing the show on the stage. They felt that this Jiangnan talent had overshadowed them, the capital talent.

However, many talented people present had shallow ideas and could not come up with good poems. Fang Hongye turned to look at his sister Fang Yuanxi: "Yuanxi, do you have any poems about winter plum blossoms?"

Fang Yuanxi thought for a while and nodded. Fang Hongye was excited. He knew that his sister was talented, but she was a girl. She could only stay in the boudoir and write and draw by herself. When he saw that she had poems, Fang Hongye immediately took out a pen and paper: "Write it down." ,let us see."

So Fang Yuanxi wrote his own poem and said in sign language: "This is what I thought of as a gift to my father last year."

"Okay, okay, it's such a good poem."

Fang Hongye held the rice paper and looked at the poem written by Fang Yuanxi. Zhang Juexin and Zhang Yuan were also shocked and admired.

"Can anyone else come on stage and give it a try?"

At this moment, Zhao Lezhang was still on the stage. Seeing that no one was on stage to compose poems anymore, he became more and more confident and proud, and said with a smile: "It seems that tonight, I, Zhao, am the chief poet again."

Such a scene made Yang Xuehai on the third floor frown: "This Jiangnan talented man is very arrogant."

"Well, if I hadn't been weak, how could I have allowed him to be arrogant." Wu Mu glared, it was a pity that he took up martial arts.

Suddenly Fang Hongye jumped on the stage, looked sideways at Zhao Lezhang, and sneered: "Who said there is no one?"

Zhao Lezhang turned to look at Fang Hongye, bowed and said with a smile: "So it's Mr. Fang, do you have a better poem than me?"

"of course."

Fang Hongye was full of confidence. Many talented people in the audience were interested. Zhou Jingyu on the third floor was also surprised. He couldn't help but glance at Fang Yuanxi on the second floor. Then he looked at Hongye above the stage and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang's son seemed to have failed last year. Just once.”

"Yes, it's a pity that he didn't continue Master Fang's talents." Yang Xuehai nodded and smiled.

After all, Fang Liang was the number one scholar back then, but now he is the imperial censor.

"The spring color of the Imperial City is covered with cold plum blossoms, and I can't get rid of my regrets. I can't avoid this trip. I should go back every other year. When I enter the river, the remaining sun will be gone to the west, and the snow will start to come up. Don't forget to clear the fortress if you have any thoughts. Learning, it is said that the king is responsible for supporting the king's talents." Fang Hongye read this poem out with great momentum, and all the talented people and beauties present were stunned and stunned.

Especially Zhao Lezhang was also stunned, his expression kept changing, as if he was savoring this poem carefully...

"Is this really a poem written by Fang Hongye?"

"What a poem..."

The talented people who reacted exclaimed in surprise and looked at the proud Fang Hongye on the stage in disbelief.

"This boy is really impressive." Yang Xuehai was surprised and felt that this poem was better than Zhao Lezhang's five-character poem.

"Well, he is indeed a great talent." Wu Mu didn't understand poetry, but he felt that this poem had a strong sense of empathy.

Next to him, Zhou Jingyu narrowed his eyes and stared at Fang Yuanxi on the second floor. He raised his lips slightly and said, "If Fang Hongye can't write this poem with his talent, there must be someone else!"