Jinchai Tower said it was big or small, but suddenly so many people plunged in suddenly, which made many ladies including Wang Shixian a little unbearable. It was not that they were afraid of being shameful. Since they dared to open this poetry club in Jinchai Tower with Wang Shixian, it proved that they were still a little different from those women who stayed in the boudoir. Birds of a feather flocked in their bones. They all had a little rebellious in their bones. What they were afraid of was that they were so rich.

The young master secretly remembers their appearance and will inquire about their background. He may take them out to propose marriage and wait for a lot of trouble. Since they came to the Jinchai Building, their spirit has generally been much higher. They look down on this kind of lewd slutty type, but now they have to make trouble with each other. After all, it is up to their sponsorship that they have today's Yangchun Baixue.

Gao Changming may have seen that these women regard themselves as noble, but since the guests have all brought in, you can't be dissatisfied, and you can't let the guests leave without any sweetness. His head was also lively, and he immediately came up with a solution to all the beauty of both worlds, which was to let all women wear a black veil scarf on their faces like Wang Shixian, and at the same time, he pulled a bead curtain in front of the women, often saying, "I still hold the pipa and half-cover the face." The more you give the other party room to imagine, the more itchy these talents are, then they will feel that the silver and money spent is worth it. As for men and women, it has been decided long before this poetry meeting, so no one will cause trouble or cross the line. If they really want to find a woman to accompany them, there is no need to get involved in this matter. The reason why they are willing to spend a lot of money

The silver did this thing that could not take up any meat or even go against their wishes. It was just because of its reputation. After the Jinchai Tower was exposed to the talent of the beautiful article, it caused an uproar among the older generation. They often compared these women with the prodigal sons in their families. Although they had wealth, they had no talent. Therefore, these dandy yamen came to humiliate these women this time. They had already raised a group of sour dog slaves around them. This time they heard that they could show what they had learned in front of their masters and became more excited and smiled and ready to go. After all, they were professional students who had truly experienced the test of private schools. Compared with these grievance girls who became monks halfway through the boudoir, they felt that they had a great advantage, so they became more and more calm.

When the beggar A Cai appeared in the eyes of everyone, everyone's eyes lit up. However, it was not looking at A Cai, but looking at Gao Changming. They thought that this person was either Gao Changming secretly put in behind, or some special activities arranged by Gao Changming? If it was the former, then Gao Changming must have a reasonable explanation. If it was the latter, it was more necessary to know what the other party sold in the gourd.

Gao Changming seemed to have noticed something wrong here, so he cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "No matter whether it is old or young or not, no matter whether it is high or low, this person."

Gao Changming seemed not to know the other party's real name, so he quickly stared at the beggar. The beggar was quite good at saying, and said, "Mr. Cai."

"Your uncle." Gao Changming cursed lightly, and a chuckle came out. He knew the importance of the atmosphere. If he didn't do something happy to make everyone laugh, there would be no second or third time in a lifeless poem. Although Gao Changming had no idea that the other party was here to play, he still performed the important role of an agent.

When everyone knew that the beggar was actually stuffing money in, they no longer had the interest to look at him. A group of people stood or sat in groups, discussing who would come to face the challenge later.

In fact, the poetry meeting is also very simple. It is based on the title given by the owner, either chanting objects, giving scenes, writing about people, or expressing a mood of celebrating the festival. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and the first question is naturally based on Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme.

"The cold moon in the morning, I go to the West Tower alone, how can I be ignored in the Qing Autumn Festival? The red makeup is light, and the separation is sad, and your heart is like my thousands of knots." Wang Shixian first started with "The Mid-Autumn Festival in the West River".

"Hold the chicken in the left hand and the duck in the right hand, and sit in the arms happily. The left leg trembles, the right leg sift sifting crumbs, and the father in the building was nervous." After a slut with the second half of the sentence "The head of the bull is not right, the horse's mouth is not right, the young men sitting in the patio while enjoying the moon and writing poems laughed even more happily. Of course, this person was a 'pushing hand' arranged by Gao Changming to create an atmosphere for the fire.

Just as everyone was still thinking hard, the beggar A Cai couldn't help but feel moved, "The border is blocked, climb up to the high and look far, and the strange city and strange guests think of their hometown. The moon is in the sky, and my heart is relieved, and the beauty of the moon is like a beautiful lady in thousands of miles."

Everyone was stunned. If the third sentence was barely enough, the key was that he came from a beggar who was despised by everyone. This was undoubtedly a punch in the chest of those scholars and gentlemen. Although the artistic conception of the poems that all of them later became much better, they had already taken the lead and fell into a bad position. Now everyone only targeted the beggar A Cai. One of them had a lot of research on couplets. This person was known as the "King of the King" against Chuanyan. Before Wang Shixian's title appeared again, he fought with the beggar A Cai.

When crossing the intestines: roses bloom and smell the fragrance for seven or eight or nine miles.

The beggar Acai was not showing any weakness: the sycamore seeds are big, and they took fifty or sixty pills a day.

He was a little stunned by Chuanyan and was secretly surprised by the beggar's talent. This was the first time he had met someone who could come to him. He immediately seemed a little panicked, thinking about some tricky absolutes in his mind.

The thought of the intestine-passing plan: Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang River Road, Wangjiang Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Road Forever

After the beggar spoke out the second couplet without any slightest anger, everyone in the crowd looked at the beggar A Cai like a monster. His lower couplet was: Yinyue Well, Yinyue Shadow, Yinyue Shadow in Yinyue Well, Yinyue Shadow in the Yue Well, the Yue Well, the Yue Shadow in the Yue Well, the Yue Well, and the Yue Shadow in the Yue Moon for thousands of years.

Just when everyone thought the matter was about to end, the beggar A Cai lazily said: Rain Chen's heart, rain is stained by the dust, rain is stained by the dust, dust is stained by the dust, dust is stained by the dust for a moment, dust is stained by the dust for a moment.

Everyone was stunned now. One couplet or two, let alone ordinary people, even masters like Chuanyan often take a long time to think about it. The second couplet that the other party just had just gotten his brain had already made everyone no longer have the courage to continue provoking the beggar A Cai.

At this moment, Wang Shixian, who had long been unable to sit still, wrote a long couplet: the white-headed man, holding a suppress, crossing the seahorse, fighting against the thief and the bandits, and then returned to the court, worthy of being the general and the country's elder.

Acai still deals with it with ease and freedom: the Red Lady, inserts a golden hairpin, wears a silver flower, is five times better than peony and peony, and Cistanche is out of the house, like a mica fairy.
Chapter completed!