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Chapter 11
"I have been familiar with classics and history since I was a child, and I have read a lot of books. I have read all the books in my family. I have been immersed in poetry, song and fu for a long time. I can write several parallel essays with a wave of my hand. Isn't it easy to write a poem?"

Wang Zhiyou took out the folding fan again and shook it with a proud expression.

"This poetry meeting, I must be the leader."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something, and he added another sentence.

"In every way, in every sense, the real leader. Very good!"

"Good good!"

Fang Weihan applauded enthusiastically, his flattery was beyond words.

"To be honest, Brother Wang, I actually grew up listening to your poems when I was young."

Wang Zhiyou froze for a moment.

He waved his hand guiltily, a little embarrassed.

"Ahaha, that's not necessary. Weihan is overrated hahaha!"

Shen Yuanxing came out of the illusion after writing the poem, felt it carefully, thoughtful.

Hearing this, he glanced at Wang Zhiyou.

"As for your character written like a dog crawling, it doesn't matter how well the poem is written."

Wang Zhiyou was furious when he heard this.

He stood up with a bang, furious.

"That's because you don't know how to appreciate it!"

Perhaps it was because of his drunkenness, he pointed his finger at the sky excitedly, spit flying all over the place.

"This is my self-created Wild Grass style, a brand new calligraphy!"

"You guys are worthless!"

He looked as if he wanted to bite Shen Yuanxing to death.

Shen Yuanxing shook his head again, not being frightened by him.

Just kidding, am I, Shen Yuanxing, afraid of you?
I will stick to the truth.

"It's just a dog crawling."

he said firmly.

Wang Zhiyou was furious, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat him up.

"You fucking..."

"Ehhh!"

Fang Weihan hurriedly grabbed his arm desperately.

"Brother Wang, calm down, calm down!"

"You can't beat him!"

Shen Yuanxing is a Ming Wu of the third rank, his cultivation level is higher than the two of them, and he can fight a lot.

Wang Zhiyou was held back by Fang Weihan, found a step, and sat down resentfully.

"Fatty man, if Weihan hadn't stopped me, you'd be finished!"

Shen Yuanxing rolled his eyes, and continued to be an enthusiastic audience for his top idols.

In the distance, Wang Boguang quietly watched the movements of the three people, his eyes calm.

"Boguang, this Guangling King..."

Why did Fang Weihan suddenly hang out with Wang Zhiyou and Shen Yuanxing?
Lu Shengxiang frowned and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay."

Wang Boguang shook his head and stroked the jade pendant on his waist.

"He's just a chess piece. It seems to be more important than the real thing, so it's nothing to worry about."

Lu Shengxiang feels at ease, but still has concerns.

"But his surname is Fang after all, and he is still the vassal king of Yiwanhu."

If Fang Weihan, or the royal power he represents colludes with the Langya Wang family, it may have an unknown impact on the balance of the current imperial power center.

"Ah."

Wang Boguang looked away from the three of them as if he lost interest.

He lowered his head, looked at the fluorescent slate on the ground, and sneered.

"Prince? It's just a thought of the emperor."

"It's easier for a vassal king to be like a stubborn stone and a pampas grass, but can it be compared to my Uehara Wang family's mountains and rivers?"

"I can't even keep my fiancée..."

He shook his head again and said no more.

"After reading the results of this poetry meeting, let's go."

Wang Boguang said lightly.

"I still have to go to the Duzhi Yamen. The third uncle has something to do with me."

Lu Shengxiang nodded.

He took a sip of his wine glass and said with a relaxed smile: "It's nothing to look at the results, and you are probably the leader of this poem meeting again."

Wang Boguang smiled lightly, but did not deny it.

……

On the second floor of Huanhualou, in an elegantly laid out living room, the leaders of Huanhualou gathered together and were browsing the poems submitted by everyone.

"What do you sisters think of this song "Love and Death" by Mr. Wang Boguang of the Shangyuan Wang family? I think I can be the leader of this poetry meeting."

Fei Hong raised her dazzlingly white thighs, and gracefully sipped the hot tea in her cup.

She pushed the paper in her hand along the table for everyone to read.

"Sister, although the words in "Love and War" are gorgeous and the writing is good, my sister always feels that something is missing."

Bilong was wearing a long emerald green silk dress with tassels trailing the floor, adding a bit of life to the room.

"I also noticed what little sister Bilong said."

"The poems of Mr. Wang Boguang are deliberately too heavy, but it doesn't seem like real feelings..."

Fei Hong nodded slightly at Bilong, and then gave a wry smile.

"However, due to the hasty preparations of the guests for this poetry meeting, no better works were found for a while."

Bilong also sighed lightly, with displeasure in her beautiful eyes.

After all, I haven't met any interesting sons.

"Hey, don't do such a sudden activity next time."

Feihong nodded her head to show her approval.

"Let him go down to the west building with a bright moon... let him go down to the west building with a bright moon..."

Luo Ying, who was dressed in a white dress, was holding a piece of paper in her hand, and gently placed it on her heart, with water mist faintly floating in her beautiful eyes.

Feihong and Bilong looked at it one after another, their eyes flickering with curiosity.

This Luoying is usually a bit sad for the spring and autumn, and she is a literary and artistic young woman.

What happened today?
He even cried?

"Sister Luoying, what did you see?"

Fei Hong signaled to the maid beside her to bring more tea.

The maid quickly stepped forward, picked up the fine-sand teapot, clasped the arm of the pot tightly with her bare hands, and poured the tea into the cup steadily, without a trace of tea spilling out.

The maid was secretly proud.

My skill of pouring tea with one hand is really getting more and more proficient.

As expected of me.

She stepped back lightly, and at the same time pricked up her ears to listen carefully.

She was also very curious about the poem that could make Luoying cry.

"Look at the song "Writing Love"."

Luo Ying gently placed the paper in her hand on the table, as if she was afraid of breaking it.

Bilong leaned forward curiously, her gaze fell on the paper.

I saw the words on the paper with silver hooks and iron paintings, and it seemed that there was a sharp force penetrating through the back of the paper.

"What a beautiful word!"

Bilong secretly sighed in her heart, although she hadn't read this poem yet, she couldn't help feeling a little fond of the author.

As the saying goes, a person who can write such a good handwriting must be a high-spirited young man.

She blinked, then looked down.

I saw a little poem written on the paper in a hurry:
"Water-patterned treasures are longing for long-term thoughts, and the good times of thousands of miles will rest overnight.

Since then, I have no heart to love Liang Ye, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon. "

Bilong recited this little poem softly.

Her voice became softer and softer, and she was fascinated for a while.

I can't enjoy the beauty with you at present, so this good night is nothing more than ordinary for me.

I am willing to waste all the bright moons of the rest of my life for you.

What a beautiful love!

What a free and unrestrained emotion!

Bilong couldn't help reading this little poem several more times, and her eye sockets were also a little sour after a long absence.

If I can meet such a young master who treats me sincerely in this life...

Her breathing was a little short, and she couldn't make a sound for a while, just staring at the paper in a daze.

(End of this chapter)