The best county magistrate

The hearts of the three of them were bleeding. Why could this pretty boy hug him?

How could I be worse than this pretty boy?

Wu Zuopei pretended to be calm, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "This lady is right!"

"Now that we're all here, let's go in together."

Liang Wenjin agreed: "The wind is blowing high at night, so it's better to enter the building earlier."

Wen Jingxing entered the building in no hurry, took a few steps closer, cupped his hands towards Zhou Miaomiao, and saluted Yang Xuanchen.

"I dare to ask you your name. If you can win the heart of the Wine Fairy, you will definitely not be an unknown person."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. The veiled woman in front of them turned out to be the Wine Fairy from the Immortal Residence!

Wow, this is a rich woman. If I win her favor, this special girl can save decades of hard work.

Wu Zuopei and Liang Wenjin actually ignored Yang Xuanchen and apologized to Zhou Miaomiao repeatedly.

Even Ma Chao couldn't help but take a few more glances, but he didn't expect that Aunt Cheap was actually the wine fairy from Shenxianju.

"Dad, is the Wine Fairy really my aunt?"

The words were shocking, and the hearts of the three talented men were shattered again.

What kind of thing is this, that such a beautiful woman is already married?

What a shame.

Suddenly, Yang Xuanchen felt three invisible sharp blades cutting back and forth all over his body.

Comparable to Ling Chi.

He couldn't help but tighten his hands that were rubbing his slender waist, and once again swore his sovereignty.

Did you see it? This is my wife. You can’t envy her.

Ma Chao was shocked and said, "Who is your uncle? Don't say such mindless words in the future."

From the words of Mr. Ma and his son, the three of them could tell that the handsome young man in front of them must have a high status.

Only then did they face it, and unanimously apologized to Yang Xuanchen.

What kind of words do dogs look down on people and cannot recognize the mountains?

"Okay, okay, it's getting late. Let's go upstairs, I'm a little hungry."

Now that Yang Xuanchen had spoken, everyone handed over the invitations and entered Wangyue Tower.

Wangyue Tower is one of the best restaurants in Linjiang City. It has three floors and is four feet high.

At this time, the Wangyue Tower was bustling with people, not only the talented people, but also many beauties from various families in Linjiang City.

Today's waiter was extraordinarily hard-working. When he saw Yang Xuanchen and others entering, he announced loudly.

"The great talent Wu Zuopei from Donghuang Academy has arrived!"

"The great talent Wen Jingxing has arrived at Molin Bookstore!"

"The talented scholar Liang Wenjin from Fengming Academy has arrived!"

"Boss Ma of Ma's Trading Company is here!"

Yang Xuanchen turned his head and glanced at the three of them. It seemed that their literary talents were both high and low.

Judging from the announcement made by the waiter, Wu Zuopei from Donghuang Academy should be the leader among the three.

When Wu Zuopei saw Yang Xuanchen looking at him, he smiled back, showing off the style of a scholar.

The waiter came to Ma Fugui and said hello with a smile, "Boss Ma, I'm so sorry. There are too many people today and the private room is full."

"Would you like to make a table in the hall for you and your friends?"

Ma Fugui could not stand this anger. He was about to explode, but was stopped by Yang Xuanchen.

"I think the lobby is pretty good. Let's sit in the lobby."

"Servant, please bring some good wine and food. We haven't even eaten yet."

The waiter responded, immediately cleared a table, told the guest officer to wait a moment, and went to arrange it.

As soon as a few people sat down, they heard Liang Wenjin's loud sarcasm, "What's the use of having more money? There's not even a private room for the cultural gathering, haha."

Wen Jingxing, who was beside him, echoed: "Even with the fame bought with money, I still have the nerve to attend the cultural gathering with a shy face."

After all, Ma Chao was a young man at heart. He slapped the table hard and the anger in his eyes suddenly rose.

Ma Fugui patted his son on the shoulder and told him to sit down and not be rude.

It seems that the status of businessmen is indeed not high. No matter how much money they have, it is not enough in the eyes of literati.

"Okay, they're gone, stop staring!"

"Hurry and memorize the poems on the paper. It may come in handy later."

Yang Xuanchen warned and turned around to look around.

The hall of Wangyue Tower is basically divided into two groups of people. One group is richly dressed businessmen, and the other group is poor scholars in old clothes.

It’s just that everyone’s topics are very consistent.

Si Liangye and the second young lady of the Fu family.

The private rooms on the second and third floors are occasionally crowded with people, and judging from their clothing, they are all rich or noble people.

Suddenly, the waiter's shout came from the door of Wangyue Tower again, "Master Yan is here!"

Following the voice, Yang Xuanchen looked from a distance and saw Yan Chenghai walking side by side with an elder.

At this time, the doors of Tianzi No. 2 and Tianzi No. 3 private rooms on the second floor opened, and the three academy heads and the head of the Fu family walked down.

"Congratulations, Sir Yan!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Yan Chenghai waved his hand and said with a smile: "Today's Lantern Festival event, I'm just here to join in the fun. Feel free to do whatever you want!"

He looked happily at the audience of literati and talented people, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Qingzhou has such a grand gathering and there are so many capable people with lofty ideals, which is really a blessing for Great Yan.

After a while of greetings at the door, everyone entered Private Room No. 1, led by the head of the Fu family.

Yang Xuanchen patted his chest and took a long breath.

He had come to Jiangcheng out of heed, and he hadn't even had time to prepare for Yan Chengye. If he was discovered, he would inevitably be criticized.

Not long after, a table of wine and food was served, and several people were chatting and laughing.

Zhou Miaomiao occasionally lifts her veil to eat, leaving the businessmen and intellectuals at the next table stunned.

Just when a few brave ones were about to strike up a conversation, a gong sounded in the hall.

After three bangs, the door of Tianzi No. 1 private room opened.

A man in a blue shirt walked out and shouted loudly: "The Lantern Festival Literary Festival has begun. The first title is Couplets, written by Dr. An, the head of the Molin Academy."

With a clang, a piece of red satin lowered from the ceiling, with the words "The orioles, the swallows, the emeralds and the emeralds, and the reds are everywhere in harmony."

As soon as the first couplet came out, everyone was shocked.

"The fourteen-character first couplet is rare, citing the spring weather and vitality."

"Tell me that the world of Great Flame is peaceful and prosperous!"

"It's not difficult to make the first couplet neat and tidy, but it has to be neat and consistent with the artistic conception. If it doesn't have good literary talent, I'm afraid it will make people laugh."

"Doctor An, how long do you think it will take for us, the students here, to answer the second couplet?"

Yan Chenghai's voice came from the private room.

Then, hearty laughter came from the private room again.

"Lord Yan, you are ridiculous. I have many learned people in Qingzhou. I think one stick of incense is enough for me at most."

Yang Xuanchen glanced at the words on the red satin.

With a slurp, the Siliangye he had just drank sprayed into Ma Chao's face.

Damn it, the king of kings is right?

How about taking pictures of Tang Bohu and getting some autumn fragrance?

"Uncle, what's wrong? Is this couplet difficult?"

"Why did you spit out the wine?"

Ma Chao rubbed his face and asked innocently.

Zhou Miaomiao and Xiaolian said in unison: "Is it difficult?"

"Difficult? It's a joke, why is it so difficult? Let's first see how this talented man from Qingzhou can deal with it."

Not long after, pieces of paper were handed to the second floor.

However, these second couplets are like silver needles sinking into the sea, they become silent once they enter the door.

The three great scholars in the private room shook their heads repeatedly, and their expressions only improved slightly when they saw the second line of Wu Zuopei, who was known as one of the four most talented men in Qingzhou.

Yan Chenghai handed his correct second couplet to the elder sitting next to him.

"Mr. Li, are you okay?"

"If there is nothing better, I will win this question." The elder said calmly.

The three heads of the hospital heard this and nodded with smiles.

Especially Guo Changzhou from Donghuang Academy laughed loudly. After all, Wu Zuopei was his student.

After the incense was burned out, everyone saw that there was no more second line. When they were about to announce the winner of the first question, a young man in a blue shirt came in from outside holding a piece of paper.

"Teacher, there is another student who came out, take a look."

An Wenyuan took the second couplet and read slowly, "Rain, rain, wind, wind, flowers, flowers and leaves, every year, every year, every year."

boom!

Of course, this was not a real explosion. It was a shocking explosion that occurred in the ears of several great scholars.

Mr. Li said hello three times and patted the table three times.

After An Wenyuan finished reading, his eyes glowed with dazzling light, and he stared at the words in his hand over and over again.

Yan Chenghai held the wine glass to his lips without taking a sip, recalling the rain, rain and wind in his mind...

Guo Changzhou, the head of Donghuang Academy, asked: "Ziming, who wrote this second couplet?"

Lin Ziming bowed his head and said, "Back to the head of the courtyard, Ma's Trading Company, Ma Chao!"