"Like many other girls, my fairy has loved the bright moon since she was little. Today, I will not make it difficult for you to use the simplest theme of 'bright moon'."

"You can express yourself freely, any poem or song is welcome. Within three sticks of incense, write the best work and show it to my fairy. The one who wins her heart will be the lover of tonight."

The pretty maid's clear words fell.

She took out a brass incense burner and three incense sticks, placed them on the table, and lit them one by one with a fire stick.

The entire Zuixianlou was immersed in a sea of ​​noise.

Everyone was talking about it, and many guests on the second floor were attracted by the excitement and hurried downstairs to take part in this once-in-a-lifetime encounter.

Miss Luoxiu, the top prostitute in the largest Zuixianlou in Xingzi Town, is choosing her husband through poetry tonight?

If this had been put in the past, it would have cost a lot of spiritual stones and immortal money, but now everyone has the opportunity to participate and can get it for free...

Haha, it seems that the guests who didn't come to Zuixianlou tonight will probably beat their chests and stamp their feet after hearing this. However, the proprietress of Zuixianlou probably did this to gain fame and attract customers. She is not really that kind...

Many guests in the audience thought secretly.

However, at this moment, everyone didn't have too many thoughts in mind. There was only three incense sticks of time, so they should hurry up and write poems.

Luo Xiu sat upright behind the piano, her smile gradually fading. Under the white gauze veil, a faint smile hung at the corners of her lips.

She lowered her eyes and began to play the piano with her bare hands to add music to the fun.

The bustling hall gradually quieted down amid the melodious piano music.

As the pretty girl was lighting incense, a group of maids came out from behind the door through which the two of them had just entered the hall. They were wearing green embroidered clothes and holding trays in their hands.

Inside the tray are writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstone and other stationery items.

The maids, dressed in uniform, went to the tables one by one in an orderly manner and presented their writing instruments for those who were in a poetic mood to write.

Then they retreated quietly and orderly.

Because there were many people at the table where Zhao Rong was sitting, several maids in green clothes came, but most of them were declined by Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall.

They are all Confucian scholars, so naturally they always have their own writing tools with them. They have high taste and are good at it.

The calligraphy and painting you bring with you are definitely better than the ones provided by Zuixianlou.

So they took out their own calligraphy works, tacitly stopped talking, and started to write.

We are all classmates and friends. If we are tempted by the 'reward', we should compete when necessary. There is no need to lose face. It is impolite and stupid to deliberately give in to others for the sake of friendship.

On weekdays, there are many poetry gatherings in the academy, and they are familiar with the current situation.

Therefore, students who want to win the fairy's heart at this time must rely on their own abilities.

Let’s see who will get the beauty in the end.

When the Qingshang maids saw that they had encountered an 'expert' with his own equipment, they looked at each other and prepared to retreat quietly. However, one of the maids looked smart and noticed the anomaly among this group of well-behaved Confucian scholars.

The clever maid carried the tray and walked towards Zhao Rong, but he was slow to take out his writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Zhao Rong smiled gently at the clever maid and shook his head.

The latter was slightly stunned, took a second look at this strange young scholar who "refused to get something for free", then turned around and tried to leave.

"come over."

Zhao Qian'er, who had been standing quietly behind Zhao Rong picking up food, suddenly said.

The clever maid turned around and timidly looked at the girl with the indifferent tone. She should have been the one who spoke just now.

The indifferent girl was seen holding a small white porcelain bowl in one hand and long silver chopsticks in the other. She was looking at the dining table, picking up food from time to time without turning to look at her.

The face of the clever maid, facing sideways, had perfect curves, a straight and beautiful nose, and a profile that was so pretty that even she, who had seen many beauties in brothels, couldn't help but be moved.

What a pretty girl.

The clever girl couldn't help but take a few more glances at this indifferent girl who seemed to be serving the strange scholar.

In the field of vision, she was lightly serving a bowl of clear meat soup. She scooped a mouthful from the edge of the bowl with a silver spoon, slightly opened her pink lips, took a sip, squinted her eyes to taste it, and nodded slightly.

The indifferent girl didn't look at her, but turned around and held the clear meat soup in front of the strange scholar, smiling sweetly at him, "I didn't expect that the light taste of this off-earth dish is quite similar to our Great Chu Qianjing. It should suit your taste. Brother Rong'er, try this, it's just the right temperature to warm it up."

The latter smiled knowingly, patted her little hand holding the bowl, and took the white porcelain bowl on his own initiative without letting her feed him.

The clever maid who saw this scene couldn't help but secretly glance at the meat soup in the bowl and pursed her lips.

But in the next second, the clever girl who was standing there in a daze suddenly had an idea. She raised her shoulders and hurriedly walked forward with the plate.

Zhao Qian'er smiled sweetly as she watched Zhao Rong eat a bite of the meat soup. She took out the pink handkerchief that Zhao Rong had used and wiped her slender fingers with it. She first turned her head to look at Luo Xiu who was playing the piano elegantly on the stage. She was already the focus and motivation of all the men on the stage.

Zhao Qian'er cast her peach blossom eyes slightly as she looked at the 'fairy' on the stage. At the same time, she silently folded the handkerchief in front of her belly. After a moment of silence, she turned around and took the tray from the smart maid.

At the same time, she took the handkerchief folded in half in her hand, held it between two fingers, and handed it to the clever maid.

"Boil the clear spring water and wash it clean."

The words are concise but shocking.

"Okay, okay, fairy." The clever maid wiped her hands on her clothes, then carefully took the folded handkerchief with both hands.

She was already used to the harsh and strange requests of some of the guests in the building. She had even met a guest who asked for stinky tofu before...

But where can I find spring water in the middle of the night?

The clever and thin maid bowed to Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er, and quickly smiled brightly. However, this smile was careless, revealing her young teeth with a missing front tooth.

Seeing that the indifferent girl no longer paid attention to her after leaving a bland instruction, she stepped back with the folded handkerchief in her hand.

After leaving the noisy first-floor lobby, the smile of the clever maid with missing front teeth had long disappeared, and she glanced left and right at the empty deck.

Apart from a strange man with a sword standing at the bow of the ship and looking up at the moon in the distance - who knew which family he was a bored green servant from, there were no signs of the rest of her companions.

The little maid with missing front teeth who was abandoned again looked a little lost. She reached out to cover her rumbling belly. The cold evening breeze blew for a while, and she shivered. Then she tried to smile widely, and then she jumped to find spring water for the distinguished guest. Well, she had to boil it...

In the lobby on the first floor, the noise had long died down, and most people were hunched over their desks, contemplating and creating.

The melodious sound of the piano, like the sound of a stream, flowed among the guests.

In a corner of the hall, his classmates were concentrating on thinking about poetry, but Zhao Rong was particularly idle.

He glanced at the thin figure of the clever maid as she left.

Zhao Rong turned around and looked at Zhao Qianer.

She was standing in front of Zhao Rong's desk with her head bowed obediently, laying out paper, inkstone and ink for him, without saying a word.

The little girl moved gently, seriously and attentively. Her neat and smooth bangs and the hair hanging down at her temples covered her peach blossom eyes.

It's hard to see her face clearly.

Zhao Rong watched silently for a while.

After a while, he lowered his head and scraped away the meat soup in the bowl, then stood up and scooped a bowl of milky and delicious fish soup for himself. He used silver chopsticks to stir the soup, as if he was feeling for any fish bones.

Zhao Rong knew exactly what the pink handkerchief that the little girl had just given to the other little girl with missing front teeth was.

That was Xiao Qianer’s first Sumeru object.

As for what's inside...

Zhao Rong suddenly bent down, tilted his head and looked sideways, trying to steal a peek at the expression on Zhao Qianer's little face hidden by her bangs.

His actions were as fast as lightning.

However, what caught Zhao Rong's eyes was still Zhao Qian'er's calm expression.

She bit her pink lips lightly, glanced at him who was 'suddenly naughty', and pouted, "Brother Rong'er, you are so boring."

Zhao Rong laughed awkwardly.

At this moment, Zhao Qianer had prepared the ink in her inkstone and clapped her hands gently.

Zhao Rong handed over the delicious boneless fish soup, and said like a lackey with a wink:

"Try it. These are crucian carps fed by the spirit creatures in Xingzi Lake. I heard that they are monopolized by several immortal businesses in the town. Ordinary people are not allowed to fish without permission."

Zhao Qian'er's eyes reflected Rong'er. She narrowed her peach blossom eyes and spat at him, "If you are too attentive to others for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief."

Zhao Rong put on a serious face and said, "Little Qian'er, drink my soup quickly. Humph, I advise you not to be ungrateful."

"You're such a cocky person." Zhao Qian'er suppressed her smile on her pretty face and glared at Rong'er who was making trouble. "I won't drink yours."

Even though she said that, she still pouts and reaches out to take it meekly.

"Ah, open your mouth." However, Zhao Rong retracted his hand and continued to press forward, wanting to feed her himself.

Zhao Qian'er glanced at the students from the Justice Hall around her, and many of them raised their eyes to peek at her from time to time.

A blush appeared on her cheeks and she shook her head seriously.

Zhao Rong didn't want to force her and handed the bowl to her.

Zhao Qianer took a sip of the warm fish soup.

Her eyes curved into crescents.

The corners of her lips, stained with a little milky soup, were also curved.

Zhao Rong knew that she had no handkerchief, so he grabbed the scholar's sleeve and wiped the corners of her lips, as she loved eating fish, and shook his head, "Silly."

Zhao Qian'er surprisingly wasn't angry with him. Instead, she foolishly took another sip of the fish soup, tilted her head, and looked at Brother Rong'er in front of her with her lovely peach blossom eyes smiling.

I just felt the warmth of the bowl in my hand.

The soup is warm in my mouth.

The heart under my chest feels warm.

The man in front of me is also warm.

At this moment, Zhao Rong glanced at the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table and coughed lightly.

"Qian'er, um...can I not write it?"

Zhao Qian'er raised the corner of her mouth and looked at him seriously, "No, Brother Rong'er, write quickly."

She suddenly paused, then lowered her eyes and said softly:

"Pure White Cold Palace... Don't you men just like fairies that are both beautiful and special? Especially those that are sought after by everyone. It would be more fulfilling to defeat others and get them."

Zhao Rong looked around at the men who were writing furiously in the hall, and looked a little worried.

Zhao Qian'er ignored him, took out a small purse, and frowned, "I thought I could just buy it with money and save effort, but I didn't expect this to happen. What a trouble."

She thought for a moment and glanced at Zhao Rong again, "But it's just right. Brother Rong'er, you can conquer her with your talent for poetry and writing, which will save you a lot of trouble in the future."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth to speak.

"To win the beauty in the spotlight and win the heart of a fairy. Well, what a wonderful thing it is. Brother Rong'er, hurry up. Do you really need Qian'er, a stinky girl who knows nothing, to help you chase a girl?"

The little girl had clearly taken the initiative to ask Zhao Rong to write it, but she still couldn't help but add a sentence, her tone sounding a little sour.

Like a small vinegar jar with the lid opened.

"You...you should write a better song and suppress them."

Zhao Rong frowned and interrupted directly: "I don't want to write."

He stared at the little girl with raised eyebrows who was about to get angry, and told him what was in his heart truthfully.

"If it was before, I would definitely write if you asked me to. I could write any kind of poem for you. But now I haven't written the love poem I promised you, how can I write it for another woman?"

Zhao Qian'er was stunned and turned her face away, as if she didn't dare to look into Zhao Rong's eyes.

But after being quiet for a while, she pursed her lips and said to herself with a slight complaint: "Rong... Rong'er brother still remembers to write poems for Qian'er. I thought you forgot."

Zhao Rong shook his head. "I won't forget it. I've put it off for so long. I just don't want to make your poem too convincing, or... just gorgeous and high-ranking, but without true feelings. So I can't put pen to paper."

Zhao Qianer's eyelashes trembled and her pink lips trembled.

She didn't dare to flutter her pale pink eyelids, for fear that the tears would flow down.

"I... I don't need you to write a good poem for me. Even if it's just one sentence 'I like you', Qian'er would think it is the most beautiful and touching poem in the world. I... I don't need you to write such a good poem, stupid Rong'er brother, stinky Rong'er brother..."

Zhao Rong looked at the little girl whose pretty face could no longer hold back her expression, and remained silent.

Zhao Qian'er wanted to see Zhao Rong, but she didn't dare to, for fear that she would not be able to help but throw herself into his arms and cry, making a fool of herself in front of others.

Taking the initiative to ask Rong'er to write poems for other women, no matter how broad-minded she was, how could she not feel a little sad in the deepest part of her heart?

Is it really as indifferent as it seems?

However, after hearing Rong'er's answer and realizing that he had been thinking about her concerns in his heart, Zhao Qian'er felt that it was enough.

There was silence between the two for a while.

Their movements did not attract much attention, because at this time the three incense sticks had burned halfway and everyone was in a moment of inspiration and concentration.

Even Gu Yiwu had stood up unconsciously and was pacing between the seats and the corridor, thinking, holding a small broom that he got from somewhere... like a poor little wife, being subconsciously danced around by the burly man.

The painting style is weird.

Well, based on what Zhao Rong has learned from his interactions with him these days, Brother Yiwu should be serious.

So do the other Justice Hall students.

I guess he is trying to concentrate on appreciating poetry.

However, at this moment, Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er also paid no attention to the outside movements.

In their eyes, the only person in the world at this moment is each other.

Zhao Rong exhaled softly, rubbed her little head with a smile.

"Okay, stop dwelling on this. You almost cried again."

"I didn't cry." Zhao Qian'er sniffed.

"Okay, okay, Qian'er didn't cry, not at all."

After Zhao Rong said this with a smile, he looked at Zhao Qian'er, whose eyes were slightly red, and suddenly his expression became serious:

"Let's get back to business. I'm with you all the time. I don't need it. Just in case, if we encounter danger, we will die together. What's the point of using that thing to save my life? I'm going to live alone? And its conditions are harsh."

"Besides, how are we going to explain to Qingjun when we take her back? So, I won't write any poems for now."

He sighed softly, "I really don't want to help her comb her hair."

Zhao Qian'er was quiet for a while, sniffing from time to time and adjusting her emotional expression.

At this moment, she seemed to have regained her previous lively self. After hearing this, she snorted and glanced at the stinky Rong'er brother who she now found extremely annoying.

"Don't worry about the lady. If I can bring her back, I'll go talk to her... But, humph, you said it as if you could make that Luo Xiu fall in love with you just by writing a poem. Well, if you're so good, why don't you write one? You're just talking big and you've only known how to brag in front of me since you were little."

Zhao Rong looked helpless, knowing that the little girl was trying to provoke him.

He suddenly blinked and said, "You don't believe it?"

“I don’t believe it!”

"You really don't believe that I can win her over with just a random poem?"

Zhao Qian'er raised her little head and didn't even look at him, "I don't believe it."

Zhao Rong's expression became serious, and he agreed, "It's right not to believe it."

He patted Zhao Qian'er's head with some emotion, "Hey, little Qian'er has finally grown up and is a mature swordsman. I feel relieved now."

Zhao Qianer, who was killed by being patted on the head, "???"

She suddenly wanted to strangle this stinky guy to death.

I don’t know if this girl is mature or not, but you are really a dog.