Ladies' boudoir.
The bed is embroidered with curtains and elegantly decorated. There was a desk in front of the bed, and behind the desk, Shi Miaomiao was kneeling and sitting, her long skirt dragging the floor, gorgeous and magnificent.
She was touching up her makeup in front of the bronze mirror. The waiter beside him laughed and said, "Miss, it's just playing the piano just now. You don't need to touch up your makeup so carefully, do you?"
Shi Miaomiao picked up a brush and drew her own eyebrows, adding a bit of brilliance to her already gorgeous face. He smiled and said, "Isn't it natural for women to put on makeup?"
"Then you don't have to be so careful, even the bridal chamber candles are not so cautious." The waiter curled her lips, and then covered her mouth to make fun: "Could it be that Miss regards the meeting with Mr. Liang Sheng as a bridal chamber wedding candle?"
"You're talking nonsense." Shi Miaomiao said angrily, but two red clouds appeared on her pretty face.
"Miss, your face is blushing." The servant joked.
"Who said that?" Shi Miaomiao quickly took a few deep breaths, and as her plump chest heaved slightly, the blush on her face faded away, but her eyes were full of anticipation.
But he said: "Besides, there are more than a thousand scholars present, so it may not be him who can win the leader."
"Miss, you are stubborn. Mr. Liang Sheng is a talented scholar in Xuanzhou. He is intelligent and sensitive. How can he not be the leader? You came here on invitation, don't you want to see him?"
The waiter pouted.
Hit the nail on the head, Shi'er's words went straight to her heart.
She came here really for Liang Sheng.
No one would believe it if she said it out. It was extremely difficult for the rich, high-ranking officials and celebrities to meet her, but she still had feelings for Liang Sheng.
"That person is really outstanding." Shi Miaomiao was in a daze in front of the bronze mirror.
"I know that he has a prominent family background and a strict family style, so it is impossible to be his wife, but if I can stay with him forever and play the piano for him, even if it is to be a concubine with him, it will be a pleasure."
Shi Miaomiao stretched out her hand to grab the black hair beside her ear, and her face showed a look of anticipation.
"That's right, I really want to meet Liang Sheng tonight. Only he can beat all the students in this poetry meeting." Shi Miaomiao said firmly to the attendant.
"Miss." The waiter covered his mouth with his bare hands, laughing.
Shi Miaomiao ignored the mischievous servant and devoted herself to touch up her makeup, hoping tonight.
…
At the poetry meeting, under the eager eyes of many scholars, Chen Yuan, Wu Xiude, and Ruan Yu reviewed the "examination papers" one by one.
The three frowned from time to time, and laughed from time to time.
Among them are vulgar and elegant.
Wonderful facial expressions, carefree laughter, seeing and hearing it makes the readers around feel itchy. In dark places, there are also shadows. Wu Xiude took out the poem written by Liang Sheng calmly, and he specially confessed to Hao Nu, and put this poem on his side.
But he was also worried about Liang Sheng's poor performance and wanted to support him. But after reading the Psalms, he was stunned. Smiling and shaking his head, he put this test paper on the pass.
"Although I revealed the theme to him in advance, it is worthy of Liang Sheng to have this excellent work."
Wu Xiude sighed, very calm and calm.
…
Birds of a feather flock together. Chen Guhong, Wu Zhengchun, Zheng Chong, and Wang Song are friendly to each other, known as the Four Friends of Suihan. Liang Sheng naturally had his own kind of people around him.
Either he is a son of an official family, or he is a well-known talent in the country.
At this time, there was a man next to Liang Sheng, whose surname was Zhuge and whose name was Feng. He is a descendant of the Shangyong Zhuge family, who has been a scholar for generations and is famous all over the world for his talent.
Zhuge Feng is 20 years old this year. He looks handsome and has the spirit of the Zhuge family. However, he is also faintly headed by Liang Sheng. He looked at Liang Sheng with a smile and said, "Liang Xiandi is a masterpiece, the leader tonight must be Liang Xiandi. Can you see that?" On Shi Miaomiao's side, I really envy him as a brother."
"Extremely, extremely. That Miss Miaomiao really looks like a celestial being. To be able to drink tea and play the piano with her is something that fascinates me."
"Huangshan Poetry Association, if you can win the leader, you will be more famous all over the world."
People around said one after another, many of them envious.
Liang Sheng smiled slightly, bowed his hands to the people around him, and said, "You virtuous brothers are absurd, but I don't dare to think that I can be the only one among thousands of people."
Liang Sheng wore a blue robe tonight, and he was the only one among the scholars wearing Confucian shirts. With his handsome face and elegant temperament, he was very eye-catching.
A humble gentleman is even more favorable to people.
The scholars around listened to it, and they didn't take it seriously. Someone laughed and said: "The Guochao opened a department to recruit scholars, who can win the Jinshi, which one is not killed from among thousands of scholars? I believe Liang Xiandi must be the leader present."
"That's right. Scholars of my generation should also be invincible. Liang Xiandi doesn't have to be so self-effacing."
Someone agreed.
Liang Sheng listened with a smile, and his face gradually showed a reserved look, quite proud of himself. Leaving aside the beauties, I am the leader today.
…
The direction of the people is the general trend of the world.
Although the scholars present were looking forward to the appearance of the leader, 80% of them believed that Liang Sheng would seize the leader. There was an atmosphere of "the leader has not been announced yet, but he has already fallen to the Liang family".
Although Sui Han's four friends sat in a remote and inconspicuous position, they were surrounded by scholars. Although Wang Song and Zheng Chong had some confidence in Chen Guhong at the beginning, they gradually lost confidence when they heard the whispers around them.
"Can it work?"
The two looked at each other, and they both saw guilt in each other's eyes.
"Can I compare to Liang Sheng?" Wu Zhengchun also had excellent works, but at this moment his heart was unavoidably shaken and absent-minded.
Only Chen Guhong remained calm and composed. He turned his head and looked around. Seeing that the three friends looked uneasy, he raised his glass with a smile and said, "If you have the Tao, you will lose your life, but you will gain it. Regardless of success or failure, you should be happy. Why worry about it ?”
After a pause, Chen Guhong raised his head and drank the fine wine in the cup. After entering the stomach, it is very refreshing to warm up the body. Chen Guhong laughed loudly and said: "Good wine, it's better to drink 300 cups of wine, which can relieve worries and pass the time."
Some words dilute the tense atmosphere. Wu Zhengchun first smiled and said: "Yes, success or failure is a common matter in military affairs. I have never won against Liang Sheng. Why are you so nervous?"
After all, Wu Zhengchun toasted and drank.
"Drink a few cups first to relieve tension." Wang Song hurried to drink too.
"Although it is said to use wine to relieve sorrow, worry is even more worrying. But who can refuse good wine?" Zheng Chong also laughed, bowing his head to drink.
"Hahaha." Chen Guhong laughed loudly, drinking happily with his three friends. Among the many scholars, it stands out from the crowd and is very eye-catching.
"These people don't know what to say."
Many people recognized that the four of Chen Guhong were the group of four who stole the jade pendant back then, they were both surprised and disdainful.
At this moment, Wu Xiude, Chen Yuan, and Ruan Yu stopped writing one after another. On the table in front of them, ten works were listed separately, but thirty elite poems were selected.
And the leader of tonight's poetry club is among them.
All the scholars are looking forward to it even more, looking forward to the excellent work.