Chapter 1487 Entering the Flower Room

Others were still brewing, but Jiang Hao had already written two poems, and the quality was so high that others were a little anxious, especially Mr. Ma Wencai.

He made a bet with his friends that he would be a groom in the flower room tonight. If he lost, he would lose face.

He asked himself if he had some knowledge in his mind. If he could really capture Miss Yuxian and bring her back, he could get both money and people. More importantly, if he could take this courtesan Yuxian into his room, he, Ma Wencai, would definitely become famous.

You should know that Miss Yuxian is very famous in Hangzhou. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea. She is sought after by many people and is simply a star. If he takes Yuxian, he will definitely become famous, which will be of great help to his future development.

Everyone knows that being famous is important these days.

Of course, if you marry such a woman, she will be a concubine at most. After a long time, she will be thrown aside.

Ma Wencai's mind turned quickly, and he soon wrote a poem. He waved his hand and asked the servant to send it to the house. After the little girl got Ma Wencai's poem, she read it out loud.

After the poem was finished, many people cheered loudly, especially the friends at Ma Wencai's table. Ma Wencai was very proud and even glanced at Jiang Hao's table.

Jiang Hao smiled in his heart.

He felt that the poem just now was a little talented, but it was still a little different from his two poems.

Most of the better ones were just to make fun of him.

He picked up the pen again and wrote another one. The article was finished in one go and asked the servant to send it up.

The little girl took it and read it out loud.

"There is no fragrance or grass, but it is fragrant. The stone inkstone is ground and the ink is dyed into the pond.

The pen moves like a dragon and snake winding around nine bends, and the phoenixes fly and dance in the three rivers.

The steep mountains of Mount Lu are hidden in the depths, and the faces of people and peach blossoms are reflected on the wall.

Iron paintings and silver hooks record the eternity of the Spring and Autumn Period. "

Just after the poem was finished, many people cheered loudly. The voices this time were much higher than those made by Ma Wencai's friends. Many people who come here to play are educated people. Even if they can't write poems, they still have a level of appreciation.

Jiang Hao didn't even look at Ma Wencai. He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank a glass of wine, feeling contented.

Ma Wencai was so angry. He just got a little bit of limelight, but it was immediately snatched away by the other party. He felt very embarrassed.

"Brother Ma, write another poem to suppress that person's arrogance." The person at the same table said.

"Brother Ma, write quickly. You can go to the West Lake pleasure boat at any time. We just want to see you carry Miss Yuxian into the flower room." Someone next to him started to make a noise.

Others also wanted to watch the fun. They all looked at Ma Wencai and kept urging him to write quickly.

Ma Wencai gritted his teeth and frowned in thought.

After a while, he picked up the pen and wrote another poem. After the little girl read it on the stage, the people in the audience cheered continuously.

In Jiang Hao's opinion, this second poem was obviously not as good as the first one. The previous one was still a bit talented, but this one was completely artificial and full of rhetoric.

As for the cheers, it was probably all for the sake of making a noise and watching the fun.

Jiang Hao smiled. Since he wanted to watch the excitement, he would make it bigger. He stood up and started writing again.

"The mountains and rivers are covered with plain paper, and the morning breeze and the waning moon are included in the beautiful chapter.

A single stroke of the brush sweeps the rhyme of the past, and the seven colors melt into the fragrance of several times.

The sound of pines on the mountain road and the sound of streams, the painted boats wander by the snowy creek pavilion.

Who can keep spring forever, only the flowers of the painting are forever fragrant."

After the little girl got the poem, she looked at Jiang Hao deeply and read it out loud. After reading it, all the guests in the lobby cheered in unison, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Ma Wencai glanced at Jiang Hao, his eyes full of hatred. Where did this bastard come from? It was obvious that he came to steal his venture capital.

Ma Wencai rolled his eyes and bowed in the direction of Jiang Hao, "This brother looks very unfamiliar. He is not from Hangzhou, right? I am Ma Wencai from Hangzhou. I passed the examination for a scholar two years ago and ranked third on the first list. I don’t know how to call you, brother, where are you from?"

This guy was showing off in his words.

Jiang Hao glanced at this guy, smiled and nodded, saying: "Jiang Hao, from Jinhua."

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became quiet, and then someone said: "It turns out that it is Jiang Hao, the first place in this year's college examination. No wonder he can write such a good poem."

"I heard that he is not only the first place in the college examination, but also the third place in the junior examination. It is very rare!"

"So this is Jiang Hao, young and handsome, really a leader among people."

Ma Wen just wanted to compare his status with the other party, so that he could win back a game on this point, but he didn't expect that the other party was the first place in this year's examination. He felt slapped in the face again.

This guy is very active in mind. He narrowed his eyes and immediately had an idea. If he can't suppress you, then praise you, praise you up and then throw you.

Ma Wencai said to Jiang Hao with a smile on his face: "So it's Jiang An Shou. I'm sorry. Brother Jiang has great talent. In the few poems just now, Brother Jiang wrote about music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's really a flow of ideas. Since we have 'music, chess, calligraphy and painting', it would be a pity if we lack 'poetry, wine, flowers and tea', don't you think?!"

Ma Wencai said the last sentence to everyone in the hall, meaning to encourage people to build up Jiang Hao together, and it's not easy to refuse.

With Ma Wencai's mind, you can write four poems, but you may not be able to write eight. If you can't do it by then, you, Jiang An Shou, will be embarrassed.

Others also started to make a fuss, urging Jiang Hao to write 'poetry, wine, flowers and tea' as well. If you can get all eight, tonight may become a good story.

Jiang Hao stood at the table and pondered for a long time without moving. Ma Wencai looked at him and sneered in his heart. This is called flattery. Let's see how you end this time. Even if you only write three poems, your fame tonight will be halved.

Just when Ma Wencai was thinking of bad ideas, Jiang Hao picked up the pen and started writing quickly. This time he kept writing and changed several sheets of paper in the middle.

Many people thought that Mr. Jiang was dissatisfied with the poem he had just written. It seemed that he was also stumped.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Hao put pen to paper.

Said to the servant next to him.

"Take it. The four poems of "Poetry, Wine, Flowers and Tea" can be written in one go, which will save you the trouble of running around." Jiang Hao finished speaking and sat down.

Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard what Jiang Hao said. It turned out that he was not bad at writing, but he wrote all the remaining four poems at once.

Is it that powerful?

Many people have doubts.

You know, for ordinary people to compose a poem, they need to ponder it over and over again for a long time, and revise it again and again before they can finally show it to people. There are very few people who can write it directly, which requires extremely high literary attainments.

I really thought that everyone was a great writer like Du Fu and Su Dongpo.

When Ma Wencai heard Jiang Hao say that he had done it all, he was shocked. Could it be that he had really done it?

If it is as good as the previous poems, what happened tonight will definitely spread, and this guy will definitely become famous in Hangzhou.

Damn it, wouldn’t I have become a stepping stone?

How annoying!

Regardless of whether Marven was annoyed or not, the little girl had already started reading.

Poetry: The jade in the family contains fragrant words and is beautiful, and the poems are leisurely and graceful in leisure time.

Wine: After traveling thousands of miles, I think of my way back, and I return to my hometown with a golden cup.

Flowers: Invite the garden to be filled with beautiful spring scenery, and capture the fragrance of the breeze.

Tea: The gentle breeze outside the window changes with the warmth and coldness, and the tea leaves in the pot are fragrant.

Every time a song is read, the audience will remember a burst of cheers, making the lobby very lively. Many people said that today they have experienced what it means to be quick in thinking and creative in writing. It is worthy of being the head of the case.

Others cheered, but Ma Wencai became more jealous and resentful the more he listened.

After the last poem was read, the lobby began to talk. It must be the case leader Jiang who won tonight. Ma Wencai tapped his palms with a folding fan and said with a smile: "Not necessarily, we are just spectators, and the final judge is still Miss Yuxian, only if Miss Yuxian likes it, I don’t know if these poems will be able to catch Miss Yuxian’s eyes.”

Most people in the hall could hear the sour taste in what he said.

The little girl came to the second floor holding eight poem manuscripts, opened the door and stood in front of Yuxian. The woman then looked away from the window.

"Miss, did you listen to Mr. Jiang's poem just now? How do you feel?" the little girl asked.

"Not bad." The woman said.

The little girl knows that the words "not bad" are already considered very high by the lady. There are very few people who can catch the lady's eye.

"Miss, Mr. Jiang's handwriting is so good," the little girl said.

"Oh~ open it for me to see?" the woman said lightly.

The little girl spread out the poem, and the woman looked at it with a pair of phoenix eyes. She was immediately attracted by the words on the paper. The cursive handwriting was flowing like clouds, falling like smoke, floating like floating clouds, and powerful like a startling dragon. It was a pleasure to look at it.

"I'm right," the little girl said.

The woman nodded, "It's indeed good. The words are even better than the poems."

"Miss, do you want to ask him to come over?" the little girl asked.

The woman turned her head and glanced outside again, and saw Jiang Hao taking a bite of food and chewing it slowly, looking at the dance that was starting again on the stage, without any trace of eagerness on his face.

"Well, let someone send the tea-making equipment to the small courtyard in the backyard. You can go and call him." After the woman said that, she stood up, shook her long clothes behind her, and left the room.

Although everyone in the lobby was still having fun, everyone was still waiting for the results. When they saw the little girl coming back, the dancing stopped immediately, and the guests also put down their wine glasses and looked up at the little girl one by one.

The little girl looked towards Jiang Hao and said respectfully: "Miss Yuxian invites Young Master Jiang to have tea in the backyard."

When everyone in the lobby heard this, they immediately cheered.

"I'd say you can pass. If you don't pass with this level of literary talent, then there really won't be many people who can be selected."

"Eight poems are written in one go, and the quality is so high, it is absolutely extremely rare, so how could it not be selected!"

"After all, he is also the head of the case!"

Look at how happy these people are, as if they have been selected.

Jiang Hao stood up, cupped his hands to the surrounding people, and immediately received another round of applause, and then followed the servant to the backyard.

Ma Wencai looked at Jiang Hao's disappearing figure and felt awkward in his heart. Damn it, he originally wanted to stand out here, but he didn't want to be completely stepped on by others.

Brush~!

Marven stood up and said to his friends at the same table: "Shall we go?".

"What are you going for?" someone asked in surprise.

Ma Wencai said calmly: "Except for Miss Jade Fairy, the other women in Yuxian Tower are all a bunch of vulgar fans. What else is there to save? Didn't I say it before? Wouldn't it be more beautiful to invite you to go to the West Lake to have a boat ride and have fun. "

In fact, these words are a bit heartbreaking. Telling others clearly that without Yuxian, this place is not worth playing, and it feels like ruining the place.

In fact, the people around him were not stupid. When they knew that Ma Wencai had lost to the head of the case, Jiang, they must have been holding their breath in their hearts. It was no wonder that they said some strange things. Many people had inexplicable smiles on their faces, thinking that Ma Wencai only had such a big heart. Not great.