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"Which distinguished guest tonight will impress the two girls with his poems, he can drink wine and listen to the piano in their room."

Before Manager Fan Lou who was standing on the stage finished speaking, countless people on the first, second and third floors cheered.

Many literati are eager to give it a try.

On the fourth floor, in a private room with a terrace facing the lake, several civil servants and celebrities headed by Wu Zidao, the Minister of Civil Affairs, laughed when they learned that "Ruhuaruyu" asked for poems.

"Tonight in Fanlou, the most talented people are all in this room. Who comes first?" Wu Zidao smiled and looked around at the people present.

"Then I'm going to show off my humiliation first, and think of it as a way to attract good friends..." The middle-aged scholar who spoke was named Jia Yan.

Jia Yan, who has the reputation of being the most famous scholar in Shengjing, is wild and unruly on weekdays. He joined the official position three times and resigned three times.

"Paper, ink and pen!"

Wu Zidao ordered the servants guarding outside.

Two servants brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone into the private room.

Jia Yan sat at the table and pondered for a while, with the corners of his mouth raised to show his confidence. Then he dipped his pen in ink and wrote quickly on the snow-white paper.

The autumn wind locks the heart and cuts away the sadness.

A bouquet of osmanthus and yellow leaves on the cool rain road, leaving behind the dark fragrance and dim curtain.

On the side, several people admired the words written by Jia Yan, and they knew that it was a piece of Qingping music.

For the Oiran's final singing and playing duel, Ruhua and Xiyu need a good word, not a poem, so writing words is more in line with the two girls' wishes.

"Stepping through the dark fragrance... good!" Wu Zidao couldn't help but praise.

After Jia Yan finished writing this poem, he wrote at the end that he would give it to girl Ruhua.

"Since Brother Jia gave this masterpiece to Ruhua, then I will write a song of Qingpingle for Miss Xiyu..."

Another scribe stood up as he spoke.

Jia Yan gave up his position.

The scribe sat down at the table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and chanted as he wrote, "The mountains and forests are shrouded in mist, and the thousands of trees have beautiful buds. The scenery in the world is so wonderful that it cannot compete with the charming smile of a beautiful woman..."

At the same time, hundreds of literati on the first, second, and third floors took out their prepared masterpieces and handed them to the servants in Fan Tower.

"My words are for Miss Xiyu, don't make a mistake!"

"My gift is like a flower..."

"Give back what I have..."

There was a lot of noise.

In front of the stage, Tang Xian, Hao Dacheng, Pang Yun, Fan Sheng, and Zhou Tong felt the enthusiasm of the people around them for "Like Flowers and Like Jade" and looked at Chen Hao one after another.

They were waiting for Chen Hao to take action.

"Brother, you said you want to be a blockbuster, where are the masterpieces?" A young man who had previously scorned Chen Hao asked Chen Hao with a smile.

"Brother, please bring out your masterpiece so that we can take a look!"

"Take it out quickly!"

Many people started to boo.

"What are you yelling about!"

Hao Dacheng glared and scolded the people around him.

The timid people were frightened by Hao Dacheng and did not dare to say anything, while most people who looked down upon Chen Hao did not take it seriously.

Chen Hao smiled slightly.

The literati in this world are far less accomplished in poetry than those in ancient China, so he is naturally confident.

The poems written by everyone to "Ruhua Like Jade" were collected by Fan Lou's steward and sent to the two girls.

In a luxurious suite.

Her appearance and figure are impeccable like a flower, and as her name suggests, she is as delicate and beautiful as a flower.

She sat at the table, flipping through the thick stack of papers with poems written on it, sometimes frowning and sometimes laughing.

On the other side, in a more elegantly decorated room, Xiyu, who can still smile without any makeup, is also reading a poem.

Lobby on the first floor.

Tang Xian whispered: "Master..."

“It’s never too late to have a good meal.”

Chen Hao's words provoked several laughs.

On the stage, Fan Lou's steward waited for a long time, but when no one presented any more poems, he asked loudly: "Are there any distinguished guests who will present masterpieces to the two girls tonight?"

"There is...my young master!" Tang Xian couldn't help but spoke up for Chen Hao.

Everyone looked sideways.

"Let people record it."

Chen Hao ordered the steward on the stage.

What a big rack!

Many people slandered and looked at Chen Hao coldly.

The steward also felt that Chen Hao was staged, so he still nodded in agreement with a smile on his face.

"This brother said before that he was going to make a big splash tonight!" The young man who said this repeatedly targeted Chen Hao.

A blockbuster?

Most of the hundreds of people on the first, second and third floors laughed, obviously taking the young man's words as a joke.

"It's this kid again."

Fan Sheng frowned and murmured.

Hao Dacheng snorted coldly, looking at the sinister young man as if he were looking at a dying person.

Chen Hao still ignored the young man, not to mention the eyes of others.

When the person in charge of recording was ready, he raised his head proudly and said loudly: "The southeast is beautiful, it is the capital of three dynasties, and the Holy Capital has been prosperous since ancient times..."

This sentence alone brought the noise to an abrupt end.

The people who were laughing at Chen Hao just now were all moved.

The guy who repeatedly mocked Chen Hao was stunned.

Shengjing, on the Daxia territory, is barely located in the southeast.

Before the Great Xia Dynasty, there were two great unified dynasties, both with Shengjing as their capital.

As the capital of three dynasties, the Holy Capital deserves it.

"Smoke willows paint bridges, wind curtains are green curtains, millions of homes are scattered among them!" Chen Hao's magnetic voice echoed through Fan Tower.

Private room on the fourth floor.

The six people headed by Wu Zidao had been playing each other's masterpieces just now. Now they heard Chen Hao's voice and either frowned or were in a trance.

"Clouds and trees wrap around the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless!"

Chen Hao chanted the third sentence loudly.

The literati present were either impressed or looked sad.

Having read poetry books, they certainly know whether a poem is good or bad.

In the private room on the fourth floor, Jia Yan, the most famous scholar in Shengjing, stood up and said, "Let me go and see who wrote this poem."

Fifth floor.

Ruhua and Xiyu, who were reading poems in their respective rooms, were inspired when they heard the words recited by Chen Hao.

The city's line of pearls, the household of Yingluoqi, are competing for extravagance.

The lakes are stacked with Qingjia, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers.

Chen Hao's sentence after sentence is shocking.

Aiming at Chen Hao, the young man's face became increasingly ugly.

After Chen Hao finished reciting the last sentence, he stood with his hands behind his back, as if standing tall among the chickens.

The huge fan building was completely silent.

Tang Xian came to his senses and took the lead in high-fiving and cheering.

Hao Dacheng, Pang Yun, Fan Sheng, and Zhou Tong also hurriedly applauded.

Soon, there were cheers and cheers.

Ruhua couldn't wait to get up and walk out.

"Where are you going, girl?"

The maid was surprised.

"I……"

Ruhua stopped and ran out on her own initiative, no doubt lowering her status. She hurriedly told her maid, "Go and invite the person who composed this poem here!"

The maid nodded quickly and left in a hurry.

Xiyu's maid also ran out of another room.

On the third floor, in front of the railing, Jia Yan stared coldly at Chen Hao and the people around Chen Hao.

The cheers died down.

The steward on the stage asked Chen Hao, "What is the name of this poem composed by the young master?"

"Watch the sea tide and win in the southeast."

Chen Hao responded calmly to the steward.

"Sir, which girl should I give this poem to?" the steward asked Chen Hao again.

The onlookers' hearts lifted.

Like flowers and jade, whoever gets this poem has a greater chance of winning.

"Gift..."

Chen Hao hesitated.

"Wait!"

A sudden sound came.

Everyone looked around and saw Jia Yan, whose face was as sinking as water.