If Yunze hadn't been brought up by Luo Qingcen, everyone might have driven him off.

Everyone looked at Yunze with eyes full of contempt and disdain.

Luo Qingcen frowned when she saw this scene. She smiled faintly, took her self-portrait from the maid, and showed it to everyone.

She knows that people don't believe it, so she tells the truth.

"Everyone, this is the self-portrait Mr. Yun painted for me. If you think Mr. Yun's painting is good, you can ask him to paint it later. By the way... twenty-two pieces per piece."

As Luo Qingcen took out the self-portrait, his eyes lit up and were filled with astonishment.

The image... was so similar that no one had ever seen such a portrait. Everyone looked at Yunze and their eyes suddenly became different.

Several women in particular had a look of emotion in their eyes.

Luo Qingcen ignored everyone's reactions. She said what she needed to say. As for whether others were willing to draw, she didn't care.

She brought Yunze on board the ship, not only because she wanted her companions to get self-portraits, but she also wanted to have a good relationship with Yunze.

After all, she would not be satisfied with a self-portrait.

She quickly arranged a place for Yunze and asked someone to put his easel in place. Then, she arranged for those who signed up to start painting.

Yunze ignored the reactions of others and started painting for one of the women. Making money was the most important thing, and he was not interested in participating in other people's poetry gatherings.

Among the more than thirty people on the opposite side, several women came over out of curiosity and immediately took the young man in the middle for granted.

This man's face became a little ugly, especially when he saw Luo Qingcen busy with Yunze, and the jealousy in his eyes became a bit stronger.

Zheng Ming, who also came up, looked at Yunze and his eyes were about to burst into flames. He couldn't understand that he couldn't even lick Luo Qingcen's harmonious whispers while kneeling down.

But Yunze just painted a picture and asked Luo Qingcen to do all the work for him. It was so annoying.

If he wasn't afraid of Luo Qingcen's anger, he would have had the urge to rush up and lift Yunze's easel.

Looking at the young master with the same ugly face, he walked over.

This man is Hou Dong, the number one talent in Danyang City. His family sells private salt, and he is also one of Luo Qingcen's suitors. He is well-known and extremely popular throughout Danyang City.

Zheng Ming wanted to find the other party as an ally so that he could find an opportunity to rectify Yunze.

"Brother Hou, it's really irritating that this guy is so valued by Miss Luo. He is a playboy and a prodigal. Why..." Zheng Ming came to Hou Dong's side to provoke him.

"Hmph...he's just a idiot, why should I care about him..."

Hou Dong glanced at Zheng Ming lightly, knowing that this guy wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, and he was not stupid enough to have trouble with Yunze in front of Luo Qingcen.

Hearing this, Zheng Ming opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but when he saw Hou Dong looking at Yunze with murderous eyes, he smiled coldly.

In fact, he didn't need to say much, Hou Dong would also look for opportunities to punish Yunze. If he acted too hastily, it would be bad.

At this time, after Luo Qingcen and others came aboard, the building boat started to move to the next pier.

However, as Yunze finished another painting, the woman holding the portrait showed off to everyone with a face filled with surprise.

Suddenly, the few remaining people around Hou Dong could no longer suppress their curiosity and all moved closer. This time, Hou Dong and Zheng Ming's side seemed even more deserted.

This situation made Hou Dong and Zheng Ming tremble with anger, especially Hou Dong. He had always been the focus of the crowd, but today he was ignored and ignored. He was so angry.

What made him even more angry was that after seeing Yunze's paintings, almost all the other people who were picked up from the pier came close to him.

There were nearly a hundred people, and nearly ninety people were at Yunze's side. Luo Qingcen seemed to have forgotten about the poetry meeting, and was watching Yunze painting with great interest.

Yunze's painting speed became faster and faster, and the time became shorter and shorter. Almost an hour passed, everyone got on the boat, and Yunze had already spent five and a half paintings.

Everyone present seemed to have forgotten that this was a poetry meeting, and the entire building became a special painting session for Yunze.

After Hou Dong finished the fifth painting in Yunze, he finally couldn't help but burst out and said in a cold voice:

"Miss Luo, and fellow members of the society, we are here to hold a poetry meeting today. Are you putting the cart before the horse a little by surrounding a painter?"

As soon as he said these words, everyone around him reacted. Most of the people had a look of embarrassment and embarrassment on their faces.

Although they also want Yunze to paint a self-portrait, they don't know when it will be their turn.

After seeing the excitement, of course the main focus is the poetry meeting.

Luo Qingcen was also a little embarrassed. She nodded apologetically to Yunze, and then invited everyone to start a poetry meeting.

As the host of the poetry club and one of the founders of the poetry club, she was the first to speak out.

"Tonight's poetry meeting is themed spring. Everyone can write a poem to cheer up the fun, and we will judge whose poem is the best... The reward for this poetry meeting is that the top poet will get a hundred taels of silver! Come on, everyone...

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The theme of the poetry meeting is nothing more than to compare poems. Then, add some bonuses. Although, the money is nothing to young ladies like them.

But receiving a reward can be regarded as a kind of recognition of strength. The poetry meeting finally started with Luo Qingcen taking the lead.

Hou Dong and Zheng Ming looked at Yunze mockingly, with a sense of pride in their eyes.

Although Yunze's paintings were indeed amazing, but when it came to poetry, he was the one they pinned to the ground and rubbed.

Hou Dong's eyes lit up and he looked at Yunze, with a trace of amusement and teasing on his lips.

He turned to Luo Qingcen and said: "Miss Luo, since Mr. Yun has also come to the poetry meeting, why not let him participate in our poetry writing competition. It is not good to not write poems after participating in the poetry meeting!"

As soon as he said these words, Luo Qingcen looked stunned. He looked at Hou Dong with a somewhat unhappy look.

She had already said that Yunze was just here to paint, and besides, Yunze was known as a loser. Even if he could paint, poetry was a more advanced skill, and Yunze probably couldn't do it.

Hou Dong asked Yunze to write poems. Wasn't he obviously trying to make Yunze look embarrassed?

"Yes, it doesn't make sense to participate in a poetry meeting and not compose poems... Miss Luo, this Mr. Yun is not just a fool who can draw. If such a fool joins our poetry meeting, he will bring down our poetry meeting."

level..."

Zheng Ming on the side also said in a strange voice at this time.

He doesn't know if he is a straw bag himself, but he calls others a straw bag, and he doesn't know where his face comes from.
Chapter completed!