Retired Sword God: My Wife Is A Goddess Hunter

Everyone said a few polite words at the door and entered Meixiang Tower together.

The usually thrilling melodious music disappeared, and the sexy and enchanting dancer on the stage was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, elegant and noble music lingered in my ears.

If he hadn't been here several times, Su Han would have thought that he was in the wrong place, and he was even more convinced that Chu Dieyi was not a simple woman.

"Mr. Xiao Su, younger brothers and sisters, Miss Lian'er, Fifth Young Master Qin, who is this?" Cui Chenghao saw Su Han and others walking into the hall and trotted over to say hello.

"This is Mr. Huangfu, one of the four most famous chief arresters in the world. We happened to meet him at the door." Su Han introduced.

"It turns out it's Mr. Huangfu. I've admired your name for a long time. Mr. Xiao Su, I made a temporary appointment with two friends today. I can't sit with you. I'm sorry!" Cui Chenghao is used to being free. He always feels uncomfortable when Huangfuying is present, so he just finds someone. Reason to leave.

In fact, Su Han didn't want to be with Huangfuying, but he couldn't drive him away. Huangfuying was still his wife's immediate boss. What if he accidentally offended the other party and put on Qin Hongluan's shoes behind his back.

Everyone came to Qin Cheng's private box. There were two fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged girls waiting outside the box. Su Han was sitting by the window, listening to the sounds of sales and shouts, mixed with the deafening sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers. Voice.

For people living in this city, New Year's Eve has just begun.

There is an endless stream of carriages and horses in the city. Outside the tall courtyard walls of some wealthy people, a corner of a colorful building is occasionally exposed. Various items are displayed at the door of the streets, alleys, teahouses and restaurants.

The Huaihe River not far away is sparkling, with an endless stream of painted boats and boats. Songs and women’s laughter linger on the river, rising and falling, falling and rising again.

The most lively place today is Meixiang Tower.

Many painted boats came closer, ready to listen to whether there would be any poems worthy of being praised today.

After discussions between Prefect Zhou, Han Kuangqing, and several academy deans, it was decided that today's poem would use snow as the theme.

This setting is both simple and difficult at the same time.

Wind, flower, snow and moon are rhymes often chanted by talented people, and anyone with a little knowledge can compose one.

It is precisely because it is common that people listen to it more, so people have higher requirements for this kind of poetry.

"I hope everyone can show their best performance. Everyone will have time to think about it." Prefect Zhou announced the start of the game.

Some of the talented people present frowned, some shook their heads and mused, some seemed confident, and some were even writing furiously.

Su Han lacked interest. For him, who was familiar with Tang poetry and Song poetry, poetry in this world was simply incomparable.

"Lian'er, go get some pastries to eat with Kejia." He pinched Lian'er's cute face and yawned boredly.

Today's food and drink are provided free of charge. If you don't eat, you will get nothing.

"Why don't Mr. Su try to write poems?" In Huangfuying's opinion, the Poetry Fair is a good opportunity for talented people to perform, and Su Han should actively participate.

"Lord Huangfu doesn't know something. I am proficient in the art of piano. I am far inferior to others in terms of poetry, so why should I be embarrassed?" How can Su Han know how to compose poetry? Not only does it require rhyme, but it also requires antithesis, rhythm, and composition. , it’s simply not too much trouble.

"I see that the couplet written by my brother-in-law today has some poetic charm. How can it not be as good as those talented people who are seeking fame and fame?" Qin Chengan laid out the rice paper prepared by Meixianglou in advance and prepared to write a poem he bought.

Given his status, it was easy to know the title in advance, and his purpose in writing the poem was naturally to take advantage of the opportunity to get close to Han Kuangqing.

"Husband, why don't you write a poem and just treat it as a pastime." Qin Hongluan knew that he was indifferent to fame and wealth, but he was here anyway, so writing a poem to express his feelings was not a bad idea.

"Okay, let me think for a while first. (Consider which poem to copy)" Since Qin Hongluan wanted Su Han to write it, Su Han had to meet the request.

At this time, Lian'er came back with various pastries.

"Well, the taste of free sex is good. Madam, you should try one too." Su Han immediately forgot about writing poems, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and put it to Qin Hongluan's red lips.

Qin Hongluan ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with a smile.

Huangfuying looked at the two people who were throwing away dog ​​food, and felt speechless in her heart. She had known that he should have rejected Qin Chengan. Wouldn't it be nice to find a teahouse to drink tea and listen to books?

It’s very uncomfortable to be fed dog food for no reason!

He turned to look at Qin Chengan's poems and had to admit that it makes sense that money can make the world go round. The poems Qin Chengan bought were indeed good and very artistic.

"Sister, what do you think of my poem?" Qin Chengan finished writing the last word and proudly showed it off to Qin Hongluan.

Qin Hongluan read it carefully, but after reading it, he looked at the other party with some suspicion.

"Cheng'an, you didn't copy this poem from someone else, did you?" She knew Qin Chengan very well, and the artistic conception of this poem was beyond Qin Chengan's talent and learning.

"Ahem... what are you talking about, elder sister? How could the poem I finally composed be copied from someone else's? You don't believe me!" Qin Chengan was shameless, as if you were slandering me.

It was almost time now. Su Han quickly wrote a poem on the rice paper. When he finished the last stroke, the girl who had been waiting at the door walked in and took away the two poems without any explanation.

Rules are rules. When the time for burning incense is up, no one is allowed to continue writing.

"I haven't had time to read my husband's poems, it's all your fault!" Qin Hongluan looked at Qin Chengan angrily, stretched out her hand and grabbed Qin Chengan's ears and twisted them around. No one else is as important as her husband.

Qin Chengan wanted to cry but had no tears. He had offended whomever he had provoked. Wasn't he just showing off the poems he bought? As for punishing himself like this?

Huangfuying picked up the tea cup and looked at the scenery of the Huaihe River in the distance. She seemed not to see the scene in front of her.

Su Han secretly gave Huangfuying a thumbs up. He was indeed an old fox living in the capital. He was afraid of the embarrassment of his subordinates lecturing his younger brother, so he deliberately admired the scenery outside, but what was going on with the corners of his mouth that kept twitching?

Lian'er ate melon silently...

All the poems outside will be handed over to the judges. Based on the principle of fairness and justice, the poems will be recited on the spot so that everyone can hear them and judge the quality together.

"Brother Wang's poem is really good. I'm afraid I'm going to win the first prize today."

"It's just an occasional gain. Of course I don't dare to name the top spot. I still need your comments and corrections."

"Brother Wang is too modest. No one here can compare to you in this poem praising snow!"

A certain young student produced excellent lyrics, which attracted admiration from everyone present. The talented man surnamed Wang showed a proud expression on his face, but he still made a few false excuses.

Meixianglou's poems will be participated by the prefect, and will be judged by several deans of Hanwen Academy, Bailu Academy, and Tiande Academy. If the poem can come out on top, I'm afraid it won't take long to become famous all over the world.

The vanity of the young man named Wang was greatly satisfied.

"The poetry meeting is not over yet. Brother Wang, is it too early to be proud?"