After Wu Tiancheng entered Chunfang Tower, his eyes were not enough, and as for the Zhu Shan and Zhu Hai brothers, they were blinded.

Tang Yi swept around and found that the restaurant had two floors, one was a scattered seat, and the second floor was a private room. They were all redesigned today. The scattered seats were separated by bamboo mats and divided into elegant seats. Colorful satin was hung at the door and pots of chrysanthemums were placed, blooming brightly. On the front of the first floor, a stage was set up, and the decoration was even more colorful, and I think it was the place for performance.

"My God, why did it look like a Peach Banquet?" Wu Tiancheng sighed exaggeratedly.

"Ahem, don't embarrass me!"

Tang Yi was the first time a girl had to take the sedan chair for such literary gatherings. What should he do? He could only look at his father with help. When Tang Shen first passed the exam for the scholar, he had participated in many clothes and horses, but since he failed many exams and lost his family, he has no such blessing.

Unexpectedly, he could participate again with his son, and he was so tall. Tang Shen's face was filled with joy. After looking at the arrangement, Tang Shen pointed to the court near the door and said, "Yi'er, let's go over there."

Tang Yi didn't say much, followed his father and walked in. He saw an Eight Immortals table facing him, with a lot of food on it, including peanuts, melon seeds, red dates, almonds, osmanthus cake, mung bean cake, walnut crisps, etc., all kinds of them were everywhere, with no less than a dozen.

"Master, can you eat it?" Wu Tiancheng asked thief, while Zhu Shan and Zhu Hai grabbed three or five pieces of osmanthus cake and the other bit off half of the apple.

Tang Yi spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "Let's eat it here!"

"Just wait for this sentence." The three of them were heartless and rushed up. When they saw something good, they stuffed them into their mouths, eating them so hard that their cheeks were bulging, and they were of the same virtue as the little hamster.

However, Tang Xiucai was calm and savoring the tea and looking at the sky, "Yi'er, do you know why Dad chose the private room that is the most aside?"

"We are not the lowest in our status and have no foundation. We can only enjoy the wind by the door."

Tang Xiucai narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Boy, you are only half right this time."

"What about the remaining half?"

"Yi'er, although this kind of literary skills emphasizes identity, it pays more attention to talent. Just now, you and the couplets named Wan were not inferior, which is a proof of strength. In fact, there is nothing wrong with us sitting in front."

"Then why not go?" Wu Tiancheng swallowed a mouthful of mung bean cake hard and said anxiously: "Master, there are maids in the private room in front of you. Look, how thin and beautiful the gauze dress looks like a fairy..."

Wu Tiancheng was so greedy that he drooled, looking like a slutty look.

"Why did I bring you here? Quality, pay attention to your quality!" Tang Yi knocked on the table in anger. Wu Tiancheng quickly relentlessly and retracted his head.

"By the way, Master, have you not told the reason yet?"

Tang Yi thought for a while and said with a smile: "The Book of Changes says that the hidden dragon should not be used. The flying dragon is in the sky. If you don't squat down first, how can you jump high?"

"Haha, I am worthy of being my son, I am just smart!" Tang Xiucai said proudly: "Yi'er, don't underestimate the Wenhui. Mr. Wei arrived in person. All the people who came from famous talents in Jiangnan. They recognized it. It won't be long before your talent will be spread."

Tang Yi disagreed, "People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. If there is anything good about it, they will be pointed at everywhere they go, as if they are playing with monkeys!"

"Muqi!" Tang Xiucai said bluntly: "You little brat, do you know that having fame is like the divine fetus in the temple has spirituality. It is famous, at least the county government and the government can easily get the fame of a scholar."

"Oh!" Tang Yi woke up by the dream, "Did you always get involved in this way?"

"Look for a fight!" Tang Xiucai's old face turned red and said stutteringly: "If your father can become famous all over the world, he would not have been able to get to this point, so..." Tang Xiucai suddenly became stern and said viciously: "You kid must show off all your abilities, become famous in one battle, bring honor to our Tang family, and pave the way for your future imperial examination."

Tang Xiucai was happy, but found that his son's eyes had long deviated, "Boy, you..."

"Shh!"

Tang Yi made a move to silence, then pointed outside, and Tang Xiucai looked along his finger. He saw a middle-aged man in his thirties slowly walking in. He was wearing a Confucian shirt, with majesty in his elegance, and there were two tall followers behind him.

The restaurant owner Qian Fatty, shaking his fat meat, ran over like a pug.

"I have met my parents and pay my respects to them." As he said that, he was about to kneel down. The visitor said lightly: "I came here in my private identity today to appreciate the style of a talented man in Jiangnan. There is no need to salute him."

After saying that, he ignored Qian Fatty and walked straight towards the main seat.

"Oh my god!" Wu Tiancheng didn't know how many times he sighed. "The magistrate is here, this is a blessing for several lifetimes!"

"It may also be bad!" Tang Yi lowered his head and turned his mind quickly. After thinking about it, he found that this story might not be simple.

Wei Liangfu was a retired official, so it was not uncommon for him to emerge, and the magistrate also came, which was strange. Moreover, after hearing the conversation between Wei Liangfu and Wan Hao, he was the nephew of the Minister of Personnel.

That is in charge of the assessment and promotion of officials all over the world. The authority is so important that you can compete with the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet!

Tang Yi's head was about to explode, and they were all great gods. When he stepped in, he felt a little like a fight between gods and mortals were suffering.

Especially Wei Liangfu also promised to give himself a request to defeat Wan Hao!

Damn, it’s not that they have conflicts, let me be the knife for cutting people, right?

Tang Yi has a bad temper and hates being used the most. How about you, Qu Sheng? I won’t be fooled!

"All three of you are full?"

"If you are full, you can still eat." Zhu Shan raised his face and smiled embarrassedly.

Tang Yi nodded, waved his hand and called the guy over.

"Go, get a few more plates of snacks. Uh, just put them in the food box and put them in two boxes."

The young man almost fell off his eyes, he clenched his ears, and asked hesitantly: "Young master, are you going to take them away? I'm afraid it's not good?"

Tang Yi sneered: "Who said I want to take it away? I have a problem. As long as I see a bunch of delicious food, my thoughts will flow like a spring and my talents will fly all over the sky. Let me tell you, my parents and adults are here. At such a grand literary gathering, I don't want everyone to say that Chunfanglou is not well received, right?"

"Young Master, I'm timid, don't scare me!"

"What are you going to do? Go quickly!"

"Yes, yes." The young man rolled and crawled, while running, muttering: "It's so fucking strange that the literati still has to watch the food. What's wrong with it!"

"It's done. As the saying goes, the thief doesn't leave. You three hold the food box and we'll leave!" Tang Yi said proudly. But as soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out a hand from outside the window and patted his shoulder hard.

"Tang Prodigy, you can't leave."

While speaking, a young man in white jumped in through the window with his legs. Tang Yi hurriedly turned around and asked in surprise: "Why are you? Are you a thief?"

"Misunderstandings cover people's ears and eyes, but only cover people's ears and eyes!"

The person who came was the one who was following Wei Liangfu and was shouting for cheering him. The guy jumped in, and he was very familiar with him. He grabbed Tang Yi's arm directly and said with a smile: "Mr. Shangquan is amazing. He is afraid that you have never seen the world and are stage frightened, so he sent me here."

"Stage fright? I haven't seen it before, and I'm still scared?" Tang Yi said disdainfully.

"You're not afraid, why run away?"

Tang Yi sneered, "There is nothing else, I don't want to be a chess piece!"

The boy in white was stunned and patted Tang Yi on the shoulder, hahaha and burst into laughter.

"Have a personality, smart enough, I like it!"

" Stay away from me, I don't like men." Tang Yi said with contempt.

The boy didn't care and smiled and said, "Tang Prodigy, do you know the finale of today's literary show?"

"I'm a soy sauce."

The boy wondered and asked, "What does it mean?"

"In layman's terms, it's all about me!"

"Hahaha, it's true that he is a child prodigy, but he's extraordinary." The young man smiled proudly and said, "I believe more and more that you can defeat Wan Rumeng. Let me tell you the truth. The most famous singer in Qinhuai, Miss Liuying, took Master Wei as her teacher a few days ago and learned the latest water grinding cavity. As long as you hear it, you will know what the sound of nature is?"

"Hmph, what's so amazing? I've heard the sound of dolphins!" Tang Yi said disdainfully.
Chapter completed!