Guarding the frontier at the beginning: I copied my talent

"Why don't you arrange an upstairs seat for me, but I think I'm missing two silver taels for the old man!"

Jiang Laohan carried Shen Ming on his back and took Han Zhuangshi's eight hundred and eighty-eight taels of gold.

The large head is replaced with a silver ticket, and the scattered ones are kept for ordinary use.

Shen Ming asked him how he had all this money, and he only said that he had saved it himself.

This Suxue Pavilion is not very famous, Jiang Laohan has long wanted to feel it, and he will not be stingy when spending money, but this old bustard is so ignorant that he will not let him go to the attic seat.

said that it was wrapped up by some big shot.

was about to argue with the old bustard, but was stopped by Shen Ming.

"There will be a singing and dancing performance downstairs in a while, and I will sit in the private seat downstairs, and the distance is closer, wouldn't I see it more clearly?"

When Jiang Laohan heard it, he felt that it really made sense, and Mei Zizi was led. Came to a long table of rosewood, the corner of the table is engraved with a ten, which seems to be the number of this elegant seat?

After a while, the wine and delicacies were generally on the water, Jiang Laohan rewarded the money enough, the old bustard was naturally warm and thoughtful, and when he looked at Shen Ming, his old face was even redder, and he actually had a heart-warming feeling.

This Suxue Pavilion is not an ordinary green house, the flowers in it are all superb, but they do not receive guests easily.

It can't be forced.

There are benefactors who look at the flower singers, if they can't get into their eyes, they may not be able to get what they want by spending hundreds of gold.

Shen Ming heard this rule and felt that he was lonely, but this time with Man'er, he didn't think about anything else...

The two sat down, and Man'er still stuck to Shen Ming, obediently pouring wine for him.

The little girl is greedy for years, but she doesn't look at the table full of delicacies, and her eyes are full of explanations for Shen Ming.

Shen Ming persuaded many times, but Man'er insisted that he must serve Shen Ming first and never eat at the same table.

Shen Ming also felt helpless, drank a glass of wine alone, and looked around, this Suxue Pavilion was really elegant, and there was no golden and brilliant earthy taste.

The walls are full of poems and paintings, which seem to have been written by famous artists.

There are canals flowing on the ground, flowing on their own and rising mist, winding and quiet, and the water flows.

Shen Ming was fascinated by the flow of people.

Another group of people were led into the seat, dressed in new clothes, but their hairstyles were very exotic.

The first person was born tall, a head taller than Shen Ming, with stiff facial features, neat and sharp outlines, and he was really heroic!

There is a golden box on his head:

[Harvest (golden): He is naturally metallic and affinity, punishing the killing of murderers in the world, and has an innate comprehension of the laws of metallicness.

"Harvest? Metallic affinity! Shen Ming couldn't help but think of Tang Mengling's golden talent [Luo Shen].

"They are grassland people, the most fierce and rude, but they have had a good relationship with my Daxin over the years, and there is a lot of trade on the border." Jiang Laohan ate Haisai and did not forget to give Shen Ming popular science.

Shen Ming nodded, thinking of the grassland people in his previous life, and his combat power didn't seem to be weak.

The group of people took their seats, but they only drank the wine they brought, and the person at the head saw Shen Ming looking at him, nodded at him in a friendly manner, and showed a bold smile.

picked up the wine bag in his hand again, and made a glass collision motion with Shen Ming from afar.

Shen Ming was stunned for a moment, smiled in return, and returned the salute.

His talent replicator is about to reach level three, and he can copy the golden talent.

After thinking about it for a while, I will definitely come forward to make friends and pave the way for winning this talent in the future.

At this time, the atmosphere of Suxue Pavilion gradually became lively, and a famous singer in the pavilion took the stage and played a pipa song.

After the song, he made a blessing to the benefactors in the audience, and Shi Shiran retreated, attracting a lot of attention.

Then, a wealthy middle-aged man came to the stage:

"Everyone, today's Suxue Pavilion poetry meeting starts here, and those who can win the top can drink at the same table with the new Oiran."

After that, the seat was boiling for a while.

"Suxue Pavilion's new Oiran? Isn't it Dong Xinyue, who is both music and dance?

"Although I often come to Suxue Pavilion, I have never seen the Dong family, I only hear that she is like a fairy, if I can drink with her..."

"I'm here to drink flower wine, but what kind of poetry will I have, it's really boring!" Jiang Laohan was not happy.

He is old and strong, and he has been in the northern border army for so long, this time he followed Shen Ming into Beijing, and he wanted to do some work all the way.

finally got a little bit of silver from Han Zhuangshi, and came to the high-end song hall that I thought about, I never thought that I didn't see a few beauties, and I also met this Wen Zou Zou's poetry meeting.

I feel bad at the moment.

Suddenly remembered that Shen Ming seemed to be able to make poems, and he seemed to be doing well? And the mind came alive.

"Shen boy, you come to participate in this poetry meeting and win the crown, so that the old man and I can be clean, and I can also drink with that oiran."

Before Shen Ming could speak, he heard a sneer.

But it was a rich young master dressed as a young man at the next table, squinting at them.

"Winning the top spot? Just you? Have you read a book? Can you read? "

This rich young man changed to Zhang Lu, who has a lot of money in the city, and he also has a career.

This poetry meeting is not a coincidence, but the news of Xiao Jing's banquet in Suxue Pavilion today has not been spread somehow.

Xiao Jing is about to enter the phase, this conceited and talented literati in Shanglong City, who doesn't want to take advantage of this opportunity to perform in front of him?

If you can make a good poem and get Xiao Wan's blue eyes, it is not a delusion to make a smooth career in the future.

Zhang Lu saw that Shen Ming and Jiang Laohan were dressed ordinarily and covered with wind and frost, so he looked down on himself for three points first.

I heard Jiang Laohan speak wildly, and really thought that the leader of this poetry club was in their pocket?

It's ridiculous to be really ignorant.

Shen Ming was too lazy to worry about Zhang Lu, just if he didn't exist, and today Man'er was here, it was useless for him to win the crown.

You can't talk to others in front of your children, right?

How do you know that this Zhang Lu didn't pay attention to himself when he saw it, thinking that he was afraid of himself, and his contempt was even stronger:

"I don't know where I came from, I dare to go to Suxue Pavilion to be presumptuous with a few small dollars, and I am at the next table, it's really unlucky!"

After speaking, he looked at Shen Ming and the three of them defiantly.

Jiang Laohan only felt that this person was funny, he was used to seeing big scenes, and he was not angry when he heard this, and asked:

"If we take today's poetry, where should you be?"

"If you win today's poem, I'll eat this table, how about it?"

Zhang Lu patted the table in front of him, but his eyes inadvertently looked at Man'er again.

The apricot eyes and red lips of this girl are pretty, and they are a taste that she has never tasted.

This faint gaze was noticed by Shen Ming, and Zhang Lu's eyes became dangerous.

"If I take the poem, you will not only eat that table, but you will also have to eat me ten slaps." Shen Ming's voice was cold, and the blood-red sword spirit in the dantian was about to move.

Zhang Lu was stunned by the young man who suddenly changed his face in front of him, and he was stunned.

I felt an inexplicable chill behind my back and forgot to reply.

I immediately came back to my senses and couldn't help but be annoyed. I didn't think much about it, and I answered.

The fierce light in his eyes suddenly rose, and he waved his hand lightly, and when the guards standing behind him bent down, he ordered them to stay at the door, and when these people dispersed and followed all the way, they must teach them a lesson.

As for whether it is possible for that white boy to win the poetry championship?

Zhang Lu didn't think it was possible at all.

After a while, the theme of the poetry meeting came out.

Su Xue Pavilion was full of talented people, and his eyes were focused on the stage.

As a roll of white brocade was slowly pulled apart by two good-looking maids, two big characters jumped out:

"Nostalgia".

Yanzhou is the ancient capital of the two dynasties, and it is also the capital of the new world, which is the nostalgic place.

It's a decent subject.

Everyone in the audience saw it clearly, and it was silent for a while.

The scope of this theme is somewhat wide, and it is difficult to grasp the work that can make Xiao Jing favor.

In the attic room, Xiao Jing and Li Jinglin also looked at the silk with the word "nostalgia" written on it at this time, looked at each other and smiled.

"The imperial court is about to go to war with Nanyu, and I thought the theme of today's poetry meeting would be a polemic." Li Jinglin put down his wine glass, with some self-deprecation:

"Now that I am in the prime of my new life, it is a good time to open up the territory, but unfortunately I lacked some luck and chose the Desert Ice Country."

Xiao Jing just chuckled and did not comment. He and Li Jinglin are on the same batch of Jinke lists.

I also have an understanding of the character of this colleague, although he is extremely capable, he is very happy and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

This Li Jinglin only knew that he could open up the territory by going to war, but he turned a blind eye to the hidden dangers and crises in Daxin.

I don't care about the war, the people's families are ruined, and their wives are separated.

Xiao Jing thought in his heart, but he didn't miss it, he didn't like to drink, but he felt that today's banquet was very boring.

The idea of leaving the scene early arises.

Shen Ming saw the theme of the poetry meeting and remembered what he saw along the road.

Drought, refugees, starvation surrounded by mosquitoes and flies.

I thought of the prosperity of the great new era in Jiang Laohan's mouth.

There is a plan in my heart.

Although I don't know if what I write can meet the requirements of the poetry club, I don't feel unhappy.

I made some adjustments to the works in my memory, and wrote them down on the brocade silk that was distributed.

Seeing Shen Ming like this, Zhang Lu's contempt was even heavier, this talented man was still conceiving, and he didn't want to write without even wanting to put pen to paper, did he really think that his literary music star was born?

After Shen Ming finished writing, he put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

When I looked up, I found that the group of steppe people before had disappeared at some point.

Come to think of it, how could they be interested in this poem?

I haven't made friends with it yet, and I secretly regret it in my heart, and I decided to take a walk in Shanglong City these days, and maybe I can meet him.

Man'er was illiterate and couldn't understand what Shen Ming wrote, but just looked at the words of the brocade silk curiously.

Shen Ming patted her on the head, thinking that when he had the opportunity, he would take time out to teach her literacy.

Suddenly, he saw a man dressed as a maid, with a veil on his face, walking far away, in the direction of the exit of Suxue Pavilion.

Straight scared Shen Ming.