I'm reborn, so it's not too much to kill the one who traveled through the book, right?

The second one picked out and posted immediately afterwards was a poem praising camellia.

The tea blossoms are all in bloom and the mountain camellia is revealed.

The bloody and delicate spring is slanting with rain.

Is it because this year is a leap month?

The east wind blows on the flowers.

The sacred tree of Penglai has fallen into the mortal world, with green branches and leaves showing red flowers. The jade tea crown is covered with veil, and the generations are elegant.

The plum rains transplant new green, and the spring is full of red flowers. Eighteen scholars bathe in the morning glow, and everyone praises them.

On the side of the Eighteen Scholars, two poems were posted in succession. It was not until a full quarter of an hour later that a poem about roses was posted.

Shen Rong quickly raised her eyes and looked over.

The goose gnaws at the gardenia with its yellow beak, and the phoenix has a light and plump pink waist.

A person is taking a nap behind the curtains in the deep courtyard, and red roses are framed by green banana trees.

After a while, three more poems were posted.

The flowers are full of vigor and leaves are soft, and the fragrance is intoxicating even after rain and clear weather. The Shi family's brocade curtain is still there, leaning against the wild wind at night without being put away.

One night, a thousand threads of thunder fell, and the clear sky was bright and green. The affectionate peony contained spring tears.

The powerless rose lies on the branch in the morning.

The green trees are thick and the summer is long, the reflection of the building is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves in the breeze, and the roses are full of fragrance in the yard.

After seeing that she had posted four poems in a row, Shen Rong finally felt relieved.

When it comes to the final round, it would be really embarrassing if their flowers don’t even have the last poem. It is normal for Shen Rong to be worried.

Now that they have four poems, this banquet of beauties has come to a successful conclusion for the couple.

Shen Rong never thought about getting first place.

Shen Rong was already very satisfied that Changsheng could break those rumors.

After two hours of painting and splashing ink, the young men and women had written many poems about each of the twelve flowers.

The one who received the most was the Eighteen Scholars, who received a total of thirty-two poems, many of which were exquisite and wonderful.

Shen Rong had never expected that, under such circumstances, their multi-colored rose would actually receive 28 poems, many of which were outstanding.

However, this kind of on-the-spot poetry requires quick talent.

I can only write poems. Even if the poems are not satisfactory, I still have some knowledge.

Therefore, this round was not won by the quality of the poems, but by the quantity.

In the end, the eighteen scholars of the Liu family wrote thirty-two poems, ranking first.

The Gong family's multi-colored rose received 28 poems, ranking second.

The second Qiao had 27 poems, and came in third place by one lot.

Shen Rong hugged the two children happily.

After this final round, the talented men and women became famous.

And this flower that won a prize not only became famous, but also its value increased a hundredfold.

Just as the third round of rankings was being drawn, someone in the pavilion opposite started bidding a price for the plant called Eighteen Scholars.

"Eighteen scholars, ten thousand taels, my Wang family wants it." A young man waved his fan and said loudly.

The exciting moment for all flower lovers has finally arrived.

In the second round, the boys and girls cast lots together. After three rounds, if one of them buys the flowers that both of them cast lots for and gives it to the other, it means that he is willing to take the next step or to propose marriage.

In short, the meaning behind buying and sending flowers is already known to everyone.

When the man in brocade robe shouted, everyone came to their senses.

"Eighteen scholars, twelve thousand."

"I'll give you 15,000!"

"Sixteen thousand!"

"........."

Finally, the Eighteen Scholars were bought by the eldest princess's grandson, Wu Liang, for 20,000 yuan.

Shen Rong didn't expect that the Eighteen Scholars could be sold for 20,000 taels of silver. The wealth of the capital city really made her eyes water.

As for the fact that she sold it to the Liu family for eight thousand taels and the Liu family made a profit of twelve thousand taels, Shen Rong did not feel any regret.

The reason why we chose to sell it to the Liu family was that the plant of Eighteen Scholars originally belonged to them.

Although the flower was lost by the Liu family, she picked it up.

In short, she just kept the dying flowers alive and returned them to the owner, earning 8,000 taels of money for the flowers. Shen Rong was already very satisfied with this.

No matter what, she was taking advantage of others.

But Shen Rong didn't expect that she and Changsheng would eventually join this banquet.

Eighteen scholars had already been taken, so someone started bidding for the second-place multi-colored rose.

"I'll give you three thousand taels for this pot of multi-colored roses."

"I'll give you six thousand!"

"I'll give you seven thousand!"

"I'll give you eight thousand!"

…………

Most of the people bidding this time were young boys and girls.

This rose is suitable for making flower walls and flower stands. It is most loved by young girls. Therefore, most of the people who want to buy it are young people.

Shen Rong listened to everyone shouting louder and louder, and her heart beat like a drum. She felt nervous and excited.

The bid has reached ten thousand taels. With the eight thousand taels she has, she can buy two shops in the capital!

Life in the mansion no longer has to be so difficult.

Thinking of this, Shen Rong became more and more excited.

Although the two children had no idea how much ten thousand taels of silver was, they clapped their hands happily when they saw everyone scrambling to buy their flowers.

Although the starting price of the multi-colored rose was not as high as that of the eighteen scholars, the final price was not low. It reached as high as 16,000 taels of silver before those young masters and ladies stopped.

If it were an ordinary rose, it would naturally not be worth this price, but this is a multi-colored rose, and its color and shape are far better than those ordinary roses.

The point is, this multi-colored rose is unique.

The person who bought the flowers was also a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old. He bought the flowers as a gift for a girl.

Zhang Ran blushed and immediately brought the servant to move the flowers.

It has been a tradition for this group of people to buy flowers for their loved ones at this banquet. No one who attends the banquet comes empty-handed, as most of them carry money with them.

Therefore, there is no need to wait until the end to settle the money and move the flowers.

After buying the flowers, Zhang Ran handed the silver to Changsheng. He was not in a hurry to leave, but started talking to Changsheng.

"Are you really the son of Marquis Pingyang?" Zhang Ran asked curiously.

Changsheng nodded, "Yeah."

"Then why did people say you were a fool before?" Zhang Ran asked again.

Changsheng was silent for a moment, then said, "My brain used to be a little bit bad, but it got better later."

Zhang Ran didn't expect this man to be so honest. If he heard someone say something nonsense, he would have no choice but to believe it.

But he still revealed his true colors.

"I heard that you had a fever that damaged your brain. Can this be cured?"

Zhang Ran is not very old, but he knows that people whose brains are damaged by fever will never recover in their lifetime.

Changsheng said: "I don't know about others, but I am fine now."

Zhang Ran wondered if this guy had really hurt his brain before, "Then how did you get better?"

Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "Fight poison with poison..."

Zhang Ran originally didn't think Changsheng would be able to tell it, but unexpectedly, he actually had the answer.

"How can this be called fighting poison with poison?" We can't burn it again, can we?

"I was hit on the head before and was unconscious for a few days, but I'm fine now that I woke up."

Zhang Ran never expected this to be the answer.

"Then you are lucky!" Zhang Ran said dryly.

Changsheng didn't know what he was thinking of, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I'm really lucky."

Zhang Ran chuckled twice and waved his hand to ask the servant to help move the flowers.

As a result, the boy was thin and short, and it was extremely difficult for him to lift the flower pots.

Changsheng couldn't bear it anymore and picked up the flowerpot with one hand.

Zhang Ran suddenly felt that this man was not only honest, but also a person who did not care about trivial matters. He began to have a better impression of Changsheng.

"Brother Gong, don't worry. I will clarify things for you in public in the future and never let anyone call you a fool." Zhang Ran walked beside Changsheng and raised his hand to pat Changsheng's shoulder.

"Thank you!"