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After Liu Yuanhui finished teaching his servants, he went straight to Li Tang's appointment.

Today they are going to the poetry gathering in Huayuan Pavilion.

"Brother Li, I'm here!"

"Brother Liu, you're here! The time is just right!"

I saw Li Tang put on decent clothes and walked out of his thatched cottage radiantly.

The two exchanged pleasantries and then took a boat together to arrive in front of Huayuan Pavilion.

This Huayuan Pavilion is a bamboo building built on the bank of the Bian River.

Antique, fresh and elegant.

Before I even entered the door, the music of Kinse Shakuhachi could be heard.

There were two bookboy-like boys standing on the left and right in front of the door.

The two of them stepped directly from the boat onto the bamboo platform of Huayuan Pavilion, and Li Tang took out the invitation.

"Li Tang and Li Xigu of Heyang Three Cities." Li Tang said as he handed over the invitation.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The boy said and made an invitation gesture to Li Tang.

Liu Yuanhui followed him, but was stopped.

"This is your invitation."

"This is my friend!" Li Tang said quickly.

"Sorry, if you want to enter today's poetry meeting, you must have an invitation." The boy was meticulous.

"Ah, what should we do..." Li Tang frowned: "I have not prepared for Brother Liu..."

"It's okay," Liu Yuanhui interrupted him immediately: "Brother Li, I have an invitation."

With that said, he handed the invitation in his hand to "Liu Yuanhui, Bianliang Inner City."

The boy looked at the invitation and then at the smiling Liu Yuanhui.

Nodding: "Please."

Liu Yuanhui took back the invitation, nodded, and followed Li Tang in.

"Brother Liu, thank you for preparing the invitation in advance, otherwise I wouldn't be able to enter today."

Liu Yuanhui smiled and said nothing.

Fortunately, he was smart and expected that a place like this would require invitations, so he bought it from an arty passerby on the way here.

Then he found someone to change his name...

Inside Huayuan Pavilion.

As soon as I walked in, the aroma of agarwood hit my nostrils.

I didn’t expect that the fuel used for incense here is so sophisticated.

On the first floor, people come and go, those who compose poems, those who play tea, those who taste wine, those who play the piano...

Almost everyone is well-dressed and elegantly spoken.

"It's true that there are great scholars in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in dealings!" Liu Yuanhui blurted out.

"Hahahahahaha! The silk and bamboo are not messy, and the documents are not troublesome." Li Tang laughed and continued: "Brother Liu doesn't know, this Huayuan Pavilion was built with money from a certain dignitary, specially for Bianliang. The city's literati gathered together to build it, but this man never showed up."

"There are people like this who spend money just to be elegant! It's fun and interesting!" Liu Yuanhui said.

"I heard that this person occasionally plays the piano on the third floor, but I can only hear the sound of the piano but not see him." Li Tang continued: "But if we are destined, we will meet! The poetry club is on the second floor. Brother Liu, come with me! By the way! Let me introduce you to a friend who is also a painter."

"So good!"

It would be best to let him get to know some people and collect some famous paintings that will be priceless in the future!

The two immediately stepped on the squeaky bamboo ladder to the second floor.

As soon as he reached the second floor, Liu Yuanhui saw a man in white standing guarding the stairs leading to the third floor. It was obvious that he could not go up.

"Is this upstairs?" Liu Yuanhui asked curiously.

Li Tang was also puzzled: "This third floor is never open to the public. Brother Liu, don't mind. We mainly do our activities on the second floor."

Liu Yuanhui nodded, glanced in the direction of the third floor, and then left with Li Tang.

There were more people coming and going on the second floor, gathering in twos and threes.

Some were appreciating poems and paintings, some were reciting poems and composing poems, and there were also women playing the harp and flute, which was much more lively than on the first floor...

"Brother Shangguan!"

Li Tang shouted quickly when he saw someone not far away.

Liu Yuanhui followed Li Tang's voice and looked around - it was a young man in black, holding a paper fan in his hand. His appearance... vaguely felt like he had seen it somewhere...

"Brother Li! You're here! I've been here for almost an hour!" said the young master in black.

"You're here too early. Come on, let me introduce you. This is the painting friend I mentioned to you the day before yesterday!" Li Tang introduced Liu Yuanhui to the young man in black.

"This little brother looks very familiar. Have we met him before?" the man in black asked.

"What a coincidence, when I meet my brother, I feel like I've seen him before."

"Oh? Didn't the two brothers know each other before?" Li Tang said in surprise.

The next moment, the young man in black suddenly opened his eyes.

He pointed at Liu Yuanhui and said, "I remember, you, you are the second son of the tea merchant Liu family! That illiterate idiot and prodigal son!"

It turns out that this person is Shangguan Jing, a down-and-out painter who used to make a living selling paintings in Bianliang.

In the past, Liu Yuanhui was bored when shopping. At the instigation of his "friends", he once boasted that Shangguan Jing's paintings were not as good-looking as those painted on the wall. Of course Shangguan Jing refused, so the two quarreled. Unexpectedly, Liu Yuanhui turned around. So he found someone to buy all his paintings, and then personally took his paintings and burned them one by one in front of his painting stall...

Liu Yuanhui couldn't help but feel ashamed when he remembered the origin between the two.

This original owner is too inconsiderate. How many times will I have to wipe this person’s butt?

There is no other way. The soldiers will come to block it, and the water will come to cover it up.

"I am Liu Yuanhui, the second son of the Liu family!" Liu Yuanhui pretended to be calm and bowed politely to the glaring Shangguan in front of him.

Liu Yuanhui didn't speak loudly, but everyone around him still heard him.

Because on this occasion, the words Liu Yuanhui are indeed a bit too sensitive - like the sudden appearance of mouse droppings in a rice vat...

Everyone's eyes were focused here for a moment.