Starting to guard the border: I copy talents

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"Winning the top poet?" Shen Ming was stunned.

It's not that I don't have confidence in the song "Sheep on the Hillside".

He clearly remembered that he left in a hurry last night and did not upload the poem he wrote. How did he become the best poet?

Old Man Jiang smiled mischievously and said not to care about those details.

It's still early now, the young and old have had breakfast and have a good time traveling around Shanglong City. It's a good time in early autumn, the sky is clear and the warm breeze is refreshing.

Very pleasant.

Unexpectedly, in the evening, the weather suddenly turned cold, and it started to rain. Pedestrians in light fur coats and short clothes suddenly gathered up their robes.

The Suxue Pavilion that Old Man Jiang has longed for is about to open its doors.

He didn't even want to eat dinner, so he dragged Shen Ming to go in a hurry.

Arriving at De Suxue Pavilion, Old Man Jiang gave the boy a reward and wanted to go see the oiran, but unexpectedly he was blocked.

"Master, please don't embarrass me. If you want to meet the oiran, I can't make the decision. Today, many people have come to Suxue Pavilion, pretending to be the oiran yesterday, just to meet Madam Dong."

"Is there such a thing?" Old Man Jiang was dumbfounded for a moment. Is there someone pretending to be Shikui?

Shen Ming also thought it was funny, but since he was here already, it would be nice to meet other teachers instead of meeting the oiran.

Just as he was about to give up, he heard a scolding:

"You're a blind thing, you really can't see Taishan! The person in front of you is none other than Mr. Shen Ming, the chief poet yesterday!"

But they saw a young man limping towards them with a smile on his face after scolding the boy.

It was Zhang Lu who made rude remarks last night!

Zhang Lu went out in a hurry last night, wanting to prevent himself from sending two guards to cause trouble, but he didn't expect them to disappear all night and only returned home early this morning.

He just said that he had no time to do anything, and was knocked unconscious.

This made Zhang Lu feel relieved, but his heart was still worried, fearing that Shen Ming would hold a grudge and not be able to find the rightful owner to apologize in person.

Today, I stayed at Suxue Pavilion early in the morning, hoping to meet Shen Ming so that I could make up for what happened yesterday.

Zhang Lu was a frequent visitor to Suxue Pavilion, so the boy recognized him. After hearing what he said, he believed most of it and said he would go and ask for instructions.

Zhang Lu waved to him impatiently, rewarded him with silver coins, and urged him to hurry up and not to keep the nobleman waiting.

Then he bent slightly and saluted Shen Ming respectfully:

"Young man Zhang Lu, you deserve to die yesterday. I bumped into a noble man. I hope Mr. Shen won't take offense."

Shen Ming didn't know what happened after he left yesterday, and he couldn't be bothered by the other party's arrogance.

Just as he was about to answer, he saw another group of people coming from Xiezai. The leader was Borba, followed by the scar-faced guard.

Borba found out where Shen Ming lived early this morning and took people to look for it. Unexpectedly, Shen Ming had already gone out with Old Man Jiang to play with Man'er.

It came up empty.

Feeling disappointed, he thought that he had met Shen Ming for the first time yesterday at Suxue Pavilion, so he came to try his luck today.

"Brother Shen! You are indeed here! We will not get drunk tonight and we will become brothers with different surnames under the witness of Tengger!"

Borba walked towards Shen Ming as he spoke, and generously spread his hands to give Shen Ming a hug.

However, Zhang Lu was pushed away by the scar-faced guard, who thought he was in front of the road.

Today, the Suxue Pavilion is very lively.

…………

Dong Xinyue was leaning on the railing at this time, looking out the window casually at the continuous autumn rain, and felt a little cold.

She was originally from Mobing. She was displaced due to the war and the death of her relatives, so she was sold to this Suxue Pavilion for more than ten years.

Having lived in Yanzhou for a long time, I can't even resist the cold. I can't help but miss the frost of my homeland, and the only appearances of my parents, brothers and sisters that remain in my memory.

The small table against the screen is carved from a single piece of red sandalwood and is extremely valuable.

There is a piece of brocade silk on it, written in small regular script, which has been left carelessly and carelessly cherished.

You can vaguely see the poem above:

I live in this mundane world, and the colorful clouds set my face.

The distant mountains are frowning, and the people in the sky are staring at each other.

A little red lips, Bai Rui timid appearance.

Pingting was stunned and her face was filled with sadness.

…………

There are more than a hundred words behind it, all of which praise Dong Xinyue's beauty and fragrance.

The last signature was Hu Yanjue, who was the legitimate son of Lord Tongzhi in Shanglong City.

I wrote another song today and wanted to meet Dong Xinyue, but was declined again.

This poem is too kitsch and has no literary talent. Compared with yesterday's poem "Long Cares about the Ancient"...

Just as Dong Xinyue was thinking to herself, Que'er knocked on the door, got the answer, and led a boy in:

"Ms. Dong, there was another person claiming to be Shikui just now. He wanted to see you, but he got confirmation from the guests at the next table. He must be right.

! "

The boy took the reward and naturally said this beautifully.

Dong Xinyue's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his spin resumed:

"Then invite him to come up."

She didn't know what grade Shen Ming was in, whether he was old or young, so she couldn't call him arbitrarily.

After receiving the order, the boy went down, found Shen Ming, bent down and saluted:

"Mr. Shen, the court lady invites you to meet at the attic."

Man'er consciously stopped following Shen Ming and wanted to find a place downstairs to wait for her son.

However, Old Man Jiang, Borba and others had no idea and went upstairs together without hesitation.

"I can't do it! I can't do it! The oiran lady only said she would meet Mr. Shen. Sirs, don't let me get into trouble."

Seeing such a posture, the young man apologized repeatedly and wished he could kowtow to these gentlemen.

Old Man Jiang was immediately unhappy. He agreed to spend money by himself today and the oiran wouldn't be able to see him. Was he getting an advantage from a brat like Shen Ming in vain?

He was about to act rogue and forcefully follow Shen Ming up, but was held back by Borba:

"Mr. Jiang, Brother Shen can win the favor of beauties, why should we mix it up? I came to Daxin this time and brought a lot of prairie spirits. You and I can drink together!"

With this delay, Shen Ming had already gone far away. It was rare for him to be alone with the oiran, and Shen Ming couldn't ask for it.

Old Man Jiang had no choice but to find a seat next to the attic stairs, and took Man'er to share a table with the prairie people.

Shen Ming followed the boy and went up to the attic. This plain snow pavilion was huge, with carved railings and jade pillars along the way. It was elegant and quiet, unlike a singing hall.

After walking for a while, I came to a room. Before I entered, there was a warm fragrance and a soft breeze.

After entering the door, he saw a woman standing and smiling lightly at him.

She is as graceful as an immortal, unlike any mortal.

It's just that the facial features are more three-dimensional compared to those of Daxin. This oiran lady is actually from Mo Bing country!

The boy quietly retreated and covered them up.

In this room, only Shen Ming and the courtesan Dong Xinyue were left.

Shen Ming felt his heartbeat speeding up and blood slowly gathering towards his brain, and he couldn't help but become nervous and excited.

Dong Xinyue's eyes lit up when she saw Shen Ming. She felt that this young man was very handsome and had a heroic and heroic air. He was not as sickly and sick as other literati.

It also reveals some indescribable charm.

The favorability increased by three times.

Then she smiled lightly and bowed:

"I am Dong Xinyue, and I have met Mr. Shen."

The voice is gentle and sweet, like an elf singing in the dark night.