Originally, after Yang Xu was about to enter the flower boat, he did not talk to the four flower courtesans. After drinking a few glasses of wine with them, he left with the silver.

But now Zhou Yi threatened his stubbornness with words, and thought that after I entered Yan Feixue's flower boat, I would stay in it for a while and stimulate this guy very much...

In addition, Yang Xu was also a little curious about Yan Feixue.

Judging from Zhou Yi's appearance, he is considered a tall, rich and handsome person in this world. He did not hesitate to threaten himself to achieve the goal of entering the flower boat and Yan Feixue for a while. It can be seen that although Yan Feixue may not be as peerless as Zhou Yi said, he must be somewhat beautiful.

Yang Xu suddenly felt that if he had entered Yan Fei's snowflake boat, he would take the silver and leave, which was no different from the woman who had slept and lifted her pants and left.

So in order not to be called a scumbag, he decided that if Yan Feixue is quite pleasing to you, he would have a few drinks with her, and talk about life and ideals by the way.

As for the other three courtesans, Yang Xu felt that he might not have time to accompany them, so he could only say sorry at that time.

Yang Xu thought he had farted and ignored Zhou Yi's threat.

Like most people, his eyes fell on four flower boats, waiting for the four maids to walk out and announce the final result.

A moment later, in front of everyone, Xiang'er and the four maids seemed to have made an appointment, walked out almost at the same time, came to the deck of the flower boat, holding the poems written by several literati just now.

They will present these poems to everyone on the shore for appreciation and let everyone savor which one is the best.

In fact, after reading a few poems just now, the four courtesans had already achieved results in their hearts. They were just trying to convince the public.

Everyone on the shore had been anxiously waiting. When Xiang'er and four maids came out, they shouted that they would quickly display a few poems and give them a review.

The four courtesans, each of whom has many fans, also received two or three poems.

Amid the clamor, Li Wanru's personal maid from the house, first spread the two poems he received.

There is a scholar who has good eyes on the river bank, shaking his head, raising his breath and opening his voice, and recites the two poems one by one.

Wu Sheng, the connoisseur of the first poem, recognized many people on the spot, knowing that he and Zhou Yi are among the four talents, and also came from the Hanmo Poetry Society.

Wu Sheng is over 40 years old. Although he is a little talented and knowledgeable, he is a little inferior to Zhou Yi. In addition, this poem was written in a hurry, so it is ordinary to read, which makes people feel that this talented man has only a false reputation.

The second short poem is the Mid-Autumn Moon written by Yang Xu. After reading it, the noise of the crowd on the shore gradually weakened. Everyone was savoring it carefully, and the eyes of Yang Xu were also a little surprised.

"The clouds are all gone and the cold are overflowing, and the silver man silently turns into the jade plate. This night is not good for this life, where can the bright moon be seen next year... Tsk tsk, this poem has a lofty realm and beautiful language, which is a rare masterpiece!"

Some people read the small lyrics written by Yang Xu repeatedly, and couldn't help but sigh, but they felt that Wu Sheng's poem was completely different from this lyrics and was not worth mentioning.

"Young Master Yang has only learned a lot, and the word Mid-Autumn Moon is a recognized masterpiece. My lady asks you to talk about it in the flower boat..."

Li Wanru's close maid smiled and invited Yang Xu.

As soon as she finished speaking, the other three courtesans' personal maids were unhappy.

The personal maid of Shen Linglong, the courtesan of Yixianglou, said dissatisfiedly: "Our lady is also preparing to invite Mr. Yang... Well, let's take a look at the poems written by Mr. Yang for our lady..."

She was afraid that Yang Xu would be invited to other flower boats and was blamed by her own lady, so she couldn't wait to unfold the poem written by Yang Xu for everyone to watch.

"The crows live in the garden in white trees, and the cold dew is silently wet the osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is bright and people look at it, but I don't know who the autumn thoughts are falling... This poem has a lofty artistic conception, and there are paintings in the poem, which is another excellent work! Today I have seen two excellent works of poetry, which is so lucky!"

After someone read the poem loudly, there was another commotion on the bank by the river, and all the literati were stunned.

Even Zhou Yi's gaze at Yang Xu changed completely, and his expression was dark.

He was self-aware that the two poems written by Yang Xu were more than one piece higher than him and were beyond his reach.

He was hesitating whether to stop Xiang'er from reading his poems so as not to be embarrassed in front of others, and he saw Yang Qingyan, the close maid of the Mingyuelou flower courtesan, had already shown another poem by Yang Xu.

"The bright moon grows on the sea, and the world is sharing this time. My lover complains about the distant night, and I miss you all the night! I will be filled with pity for the light, and I feel the dew in my clothes. I can't bear the gift from my hands, and I will sleep in my dreams... This... This..."

When the literati who was reading this poem ended, his voice was already trembling slightly, and he was obviously very excited.

As soon as Yang Xu's poem of looking at the moon and moving away was published, the literati, including Zhou Yi, no longer had the same desire to compete with him, and he could not even be jealous of jealousy.

Zhou Yi had his teeth tightly and his face looked ugly. He knew that Yang Xu and Shuishui were like this, so the poems he wrote to Yan Feixue would not be bad. If he compared them with him, he would be humiliating himself.

With a blue face, he got on Yan Feixue's flower boat, rudely snatched the poems he wrote from Xiang'er and tore them off. Then he returned to his body, stretched out his fingers, and pointed Yang Xu: "Hello...you're very good..."

Yang Xu grinned: "Exceeded! Exceeded!"

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, squeezed out of the crowd, and left with several friends.

Behind him came a literati who recited aloud what Yang Xu wrote to Yan Feixue to drink alone under the moon:

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people. Since the moon does not drink, the shadow will follow me. I will accompany the moon for a while, and enjoy the joy in spring. I sing and wander, and my shadow dances in chaos. When I wake up, I have sex with each other, and after getting drunk, they will scatter. I will always be together and travel mercilessly, and I will meet each other in the distant clouds and Han..."

After reading the poem, a lot of applause came out.

Zhou Yi staggered and almost fell down. After standing firm, he looked back at Yang Xu, who was hidden by the crowd, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Turning around the corner of the street in front, he saw several rascals gathered together and said something. Zhou Yi waved to one of them and signaled him to come over.

The rascal man recognized Zhou Yi, ran over with a smile on his face, and asked respectfully: "What's wrong with Master Zhou calling Xiao?"

Zhou Yi said with a cold face: "You go and find my second brother. After finding him, let him go to Chunfeng Restaurant. I have something to do to call him!"

The rascal man responded and hurriedly left.

"Brother Zhou called your brother to come, are you planning to teach that invisible boy a lesson?"

A young man following Zhou Yi gently shook the folding fan and asked with a smile.

Zhou Yi said angrily: "In Jinyang City, who doesn't know that Zhou Yi likes Yan Feixue? That kid came out of nowhere. He dared to attack Yan Feixue! If he didn't give him some color, he thought I, Zhou Yi, would be so fucked!"

The man holding the fan suddenly looked like he shared the same hatred for the enemy: "That boy only knows that Brother Zhou is the president of Hanmo Poetry Society and the four talents in this city, but he doesn't know that Brother Zhou is or the eldest son of the inspector of Jinyang City... Haha, I dare to compete with Brother Zhou for a woman, this time he will lose his skin even if he doesn't die!"

He said this, but he was very contemptuous of Zhou Yi's actions: "If you can't steal others with your true talent and knowledge, you will find that slutty brother to help you. The face of our scholars will be completely discarded by you! If you were not the eldest son of the inspector of this city, I would have stayed away from him!"
Chapter completed!