The girl who came out of the curtain was dressed in white clothes, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was born in the world. She was fascinated by the country, and her beauty was not enough to describe her beauty. She was ashamed of the moon and the flowers, and the falling fish and the falling geese were not enough to summarize her appearance. Every strand of her hair and every little finger was extremely beautiful, and her every frown, smile, anger and anger were extremely charming. She seemed not a mortal, but a fairy who was demoted to the world. She was surrounded by a girl in green, and her beauty was quite beautiful, but compared with her, she was suddenly dull.

Yang Muyun looked at the way everyone seemed to be fixed by the detention technique and sighed in his heart: "No wonder they are so out of character. How could there be such a beautiful woman in this world? My wife, Su Yue, Ning Xin, and the girl Butterfly Rain just now, and Miss Shi Yin are all rare stunning beauty in the world, but compared to this fairy in the world, they look overshadowed. How could such a person become a brothel? What a pity!"

Miss Zisu used her seductive eyes that were so dazzling that the stars in the sky were eclipsed by them. She lightly opened her red lips that were even more beautiful than the petals, and made a sound like a heavenly sound: "Dear young men, the little girl is polite." Everyone seemed to wake up from a dream and returned the favors. Yang Muyun secretly looked at He Qixiu. Although he was quite surprised by Miss Zisu's peerless appearance, he only looked at him a few more times and then talked to the people at his deskmate, and didn't even look at Yang Muyun.

The girl in green clothes beside her said softly: "My lady admires literati and elegant people the most and loves colorful articles. If you can gather with all the young masters here, you should make friends with your writing. You should avoid the beautiful articles that are discussed in a long and long way. Why don't you please improvise a poem and write your own title? I wonder what you think?"

Mr. Zheng, who had previously vented his dissatisfaction, raised his chest and raised his belly, and said with a lewd smile: "It's easy to say and say it, just write a poem, no one can do it. I have done a poem to give to the lady, so I will start the show first." As he said that, he bowed his hand and bowed, cleared his throat, and said: "My poem is based on the lady, listen to it..." said:

"Where is the fairy who falls into the world, and her jade-faced and peach blossoms are shy. Her bright eyes are so kind that people admire them, and her graceful figures are praised by everyone. The jade-like hair and golden hair are worn on the head, and her black hair and cloudy hair are like ink. A beautiful woman smiles and the city walls are destroyed. Who will fall in the late spring in the future?"

With a "puff" sound, Yang Muyun choked out a sip of tea that he had just taken, and coughed continuously. Song Ping looked at him and smiled and said, "Why, Brother Yang, isn't this Mr. Zheng's poem written well?"

"Cough, cough... it's not that bad, but that it's really good. The parallelism is neat, flat and oblique, cough, cough..." Seeing a few people looking at him, Yang Muyun quickly said insincerely.

Song Ping looked at Jiang and Zhang again and said, "I just said, there is nothing wrong with Mr. Zheng's poem, but unfortunately, I also want to write a poem with Miss Zisu as the title, but he used it first." After that, he shook his head repeatedly, Jiang Wenying said, "Brother Song, this Milf Butterfly Rain has been snatched by you. Could it be that you would not let this Milf Butterfly Rain go?" Song Ping glanced at him: "Brother Jiang, if Miss Zisu favors me, Miss Butterfly Rain should be given to Brother Jiang."

At this time, Mr. Zheng shook his head and said to Miss Zisu: "I am Zheng Wanen, how about I am ugly? Miss Zisu, can my poems fit your wishes?"

Miss Zisu smiled slightly, but did not answer. The girl in green smiled and said, "Prince Zheng, please sit down. You must write a poem for each of you here before you can make an evaluation." After saying that, she glanced at everyone in the hall and continued, "But the young master who has been selected by Miss Die Yu and Miss Shi Yin cannot participate, otherwise she will be listed as the most unpopular person by the National Semen Museum."

After hearing this, Zhang Tianhe grimaced at Song Ping and said with a smile: "Brother Song, it seems that you don't have this chance, otherwise Miss Zi Su would not choose you, and Miss Die Yu would not see you anymore." Song Ping smiled helplessly.

At this time, a thin young man stood up and asked, "I also want to write a poem with Miss Zi Su as the title. I wonder if it is okay?" This person was Jiang Wenying.

The girl in green smiled and said, "Of course, the lady said that the topic is not restricted."

Jiang Wenying coughed lightly and said, "Looking gently at the front, the graceful and beautiful lady. Looking carefully, my heart is rippling, and a hint of affection enters my heart. My heart flew to you and circled around you. I gave it to you with my whole body and mind, but I don't know what the beauty is like?" After chanting, he bowed and said, "This young master's surname is Jiang Wenying, and I'm ugly."

Yang Muyun held back her smile and praised, "Brother Jiang, your poem is really a bit smarter than that of Mr. Zheng." Jiang Mingwen's eyes shone and said, "Really? Does Miss Zisu think so?" He turned around and looked at Miss Zisu, and saw that her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, without any expression on her face. Yang Muyun said in his heart: "It would be strange if Miss Zisu is interested in it."

Next, several people presented a limerick poem, all with Miss Zi Su as the title. The theme was similar and the words were boring. Yang Muyun felt very bored when he heard it. He turned to look at He Qixiu's desk quietly. He saw that He Qixiu and the people at the desk were not sure what they said. Judging from the gestures, the people at the desk seemed to be urging He Qixiu to write a poem, but He Qixiu refused. Unconsciously, he thought: "Mr. He is good at piano skills, but he doesn't know how poetry is. People like him, even if they are not good at chanting poetry and lyrics, are better than these limerick poems! It can be seen that his purpose is not to be a popular courtesan, but to socialize with the powerful." He was secretly alert: "I'd better be low-key, and never attract his attention."

At this moment, the hall was silent for a moment. It seemed that this limerick poem was not easy for many people. Song Ping stood up suddenly, and the girl in green frowned slightly: "Isn't this Mr. Song who stole the veil of Miss Butterfly Rain? You can't participate in this poetry competition." Song Ping was embarrassed and almost forgot, but he sat down and was unwilling to be laughed at by others, so he pulled Yang Muyun up: "Who said it was me? Mr. Yang wanted to write a poem, but I'm sorry, I, I'll pull him..."

Yang Muyun felt very hatred. Why was this man pulled him around today? He wanted to keep a low profile, but it seemed that he would not be able to avoid being noticed.

The girl in blue face cleared a little, and her voice became softer: "So that's the case, then please ask Mr. Yang to write a poem."

Yang Muyun was about to refuse, but when everyone's eyes were focused on him, he gritted his teeth and coughed: "Then, that little boy should use the bright moon as the topic!"

Finally, after changing the topic, everyone became interested.

Yang Muyun thought for a moment and chanted: "The moon is brighter in the sky, and the heart of the deep palace is more concentrated..." As soon as the poem was said, it was very different from the oil-burning bodies just now. Everyone was immediately impressed. Not only did the girl in blue feel excited, but Miss Zisu's slightly closed eyes slowly opened.

"The tears are swaying and the heart is broken, and the sorrow of separation is causing thousands of chaos. I lean on the window and bow my head to sigh, but I don't know that the pain is high and my heart is far away. The fairy grass in the Yaochi is now here, and I don't tell you that I miss you all over my heart." After the words were finished, the four seats were silent.

Miss Zisu's beautiful eyes were already shining with dazzling light. The girl in green clapped her hands and shouted, "What a good poem. Mr. Yang is so literary." Yang Muyun smiled embarrassedly and was about to sit down. The girl in green hurriedly said, "Mr. Yang hasn't said his name yet!" Seeing that she couldn't hide, Yang said, "The young student is from Huzhou, with his surname Yang and Muyun."

"Oh, it turns out to be Yang Muyun and Young Master Yang." As he said that, he glanced at the lady, Miss Zi Su nodded, and a hint of undetectable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After Yang Muyun sat down, Song Ping smiled and said, "I didn't expect Brother Yang to write such a good poem. You must have a fame, right?" Yang Muyun replied, "I dare not, I am just a scholar." He glanced at He Qixiuhe, and when he saw that he did not look at him, he felt relieved. Song Ping's eyes turned: "No wonder, by the way, Brother Zhang doesn't write a poem?" Zhang Tianhe smiled and said, "I think it's a pity that I can't arrange it."

Then several people wrote poems and recited them, but unfortunately they did not reach Yang Muyun's artistic conception.

Seeing that no one was going to do it anymore, Miss Zisu turned around and left leisurely like a fairy. The girl in green looked at the people in the hall and said, "Misses in poetry have heard of it, and it is difficult to make a judgment for a moment." After a pause, she took out a scroll from behind the curtain and stretched it out, but it was a couplet. It reads: "The moon is full and the moon is waxing, the moon is waxing, the moon is full, every year, every day, day and day, and the night is white at the end of the night." The girl in green said aloud: "If all the young men in the hall can write a couplet in a cup of tea and get the recognition of the lady, they can meet with my lady alone." As she said, a group of girls held a tray with pen, ink and paper on it, and distributed the things in the tray to everyone like a butterfly.

Yang Muyun looked at the paved rice paper, thought for a moment, and then walked around the pen. He picked up the written lower couplet and walked up to hand it over to the girl in green. The girl in green said in surprise: "Young Master Yang, so fast?" When he opened it, the lower couplet said: "Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall, flowers bloom, summer and autumn, summer and autumn, summer and autumn, spring begins to come after the severe winter." Zhan Yan smiled at Yang Muyun and took the lower couplet to find the lady.

Yang Muyun looked back at the people in the hall, some of whom were thinking hard, some were careful to write, and some simply put aside and joked with others. Time passed, and very few were handing over the upper and lower couplets.

Soon, Xia Hongyu walked in, holding a round fan in his hand and smiled, "Let you wait for a long time, girls, come in quickly." The beautiful women dressed in charmingly slim waists and came to every guest with a slim waist. At the same time, the servant brought plates of exquisite and delicious wine and dishes. Xia Hongyu smiled at everyone in a charming way, and then said to Xu Tianqi and Song Ping: "Young Master Xu, Young Master Song, please follow me."

Yang Muyun looked at the sky outside the window and asked, "Brother Jiang, Brother Zhang, when will this ship dock?" Jiang Wenying felt unhappy when he thought he was not selected by Miss Zisu, and smiled and said, "Brother Yang, it seems that Miss Zisu has no choice but to have a crush on him. You don't have to worry about it. This other girl is actually good..." As she was speaking, she saw the girl in green next to Miss Zisu coming to Yang Muyun and gave a blessing: "Mr. Yang, please come with me." Jiang Wenying had to swallow the second half of the words back.

Yang Muyun followed the girl in green down to the first floor, came to the front of the first cabin door from the bow of the boat, knocked on the door, and said, "Miss, Mr. Yang is here." A very gentle voice came from inside: "I understand, you go down and let Mr. Yang come in." The girl in green pushed the door and said to Yang Muyun: "Mr. Yang, please..."

Yang Muyun walked in. The decoration of Miss Zisu's room was very simple, without a bed curtain. On the left side of the entrance, there was a chess table and two seats. A zither table and a square stool table were placed directly against the wall. The square zither table was decorated in a simple manner, and some calligraphy and paintings were hung on the wall. Miss Zisu sat inside and didn't know what was written in front of the desk. Yang Muyun didn't dare to disturb him, so she stood there quietly.

After a while, Miss Zisu's humming voice turned around and showed the beautiful face that shook any man's heart. She looked at Yang Muyun and smiled slightly, which was brighter than the moonlight. Yang Muyun's heart was shaken and she didn't dare to look directly: "Miss Zisu."

"I wrote down the poem you just wrote, what do you think?" She moved her lotus steps lightly, and her slender hands like jade spread out a piece of rice paper full of delicate handwriting.

"How dare you write down a random trick? Miss?" Yang Muyun looked at her perfect and flawless body moving towards him, and hurriedly moved her gaze to one side.

"Young Master is too humble. Only the young master can recite such a beautiful sentence, but I changed it two times, look..." Miss Zisu's cherry lips were even tenderer than apricots, and her voice was like the sound of nature.

Yang Muyun felt curious and looked a little closer. He felt a sensation of her extremely seductive body fragrance coming to her face, which made her heart intoxicated.

"I changed the sway to hazy, so that the artistic conception is more distant, just as I changed it to more, listen... the tears are hazy and the heart is broken, and the sorrow of separation is even more messy. Isn't it better than before?" A pair of big, seductive eyes flashed at Yang Muyun.

"The tears are blurred and the heart is broken, and the sorrow of parting has caused thousands of chaos. It has attracted thousands of sorrows, but it is better than attracting thousands of sorrows. The lady is knowledgeable and has allowed the students to receive teachings."

Miss Zisu smiled, as if the flowers in spring were blooming together.

"Young Master Yang, please sit down."

"Miss Xie."

"The young master is Yang Muyun, and he comes from Huzhou."

“That’s right.”

"Young Master has come here for a special trip, otherwise how would you know the event held by our sex museum in this pleasure boat?"

Yang Muyun glanced at Miss Zi Su and saw that her eyes were full of inquisitiveness, and her heart moved.

"If I say I was pulled over temporarily, I don't know about the Guose Pavilion at all, will the lady believe it?"

Miss Zisu blinked her big, captivating eyes.

"Young Master is so bizarre. Could it be that the man is possessed and the young master refuses and insists on pulling the young master?"

"I also feel like I'm dreaming about this. Does the lady believe in fate? If two people are destined, fate will grab the hands of the two people and let them hold them together instead of passing by."

Miss Zisu's face turned red, and a glow of light rose on her snow-white cheeks.

Yang Muyun also felt that he was speechless and embarrassed.

"Miss, don't misunderstand it. Xiaosheng doesn't mean that. Xiaosheng is talking about the fate of friends. Xiaosheng is abrupt... Alas! I don't know how to explain it to the lady?"

Miss Zisu saw that he was sweating profusely when she saw that he was anxious, and she couldn't help but smile and changed the subject.
Chapter completed!