"Du He, you can't be dispirited. You have to pull yourself together!”
Seeing Du He sitting on the ground like she had lost her soul and looking ahead with lifeless eyes, Wei Shuwan pulled Du He's arm and reminded her.
"It's useless, it's useless. King Zhao has invited the number one scholar of Jiangnan, Ming Jincai. This time, Cui 'er will definitely be snatched away by King Zhao.”
Du He muttered to himself, his expression soulless.
"The number one scholar of Jiangnan, Ming Jincai…”
Wei Shuwan, Fang Jun, and Gao Chunxing, who were originally prepared to persuade Du He, also gradually fell silent when they thought of this name.
In the current Zhenguan period, the imperial court had yet to open the imperial examination and recruit talents like Wu Zetian did decades later.
But since ancient times, Jiangnan had been home to many scholarly families. There were more scholars there than in the rest of the Great Tang.
As the saying went, there was no first in ancient prose and no second in martial arts.
To be able to be called the number one scholar in Jiangnan, one could imagine how strong Ming Jincai was.
Even the profligate sons of Chang 'an had vaguely heard of Ming Jincai's reputation.
Du He and the rest of them were silkpants who had nothing to do in Chang 'an. Although Du He always held a folding fan in her hand, it was just to improve her image.
In modern terms, it was to " show off."
If Du He wanted to rely on literary talent to win against the number one scholar of Jiangnan, Ming Jincai, invited by the Zhao King, Li Yuanjing, it was probably impossible.
The young girl named Cui Er was filled with despair when she heard that the man she loved could not save her.
"Young Master Wei, Young Master Fang, Young Master Gao, this incense ceremony has already begun. It is not a good idea for Young Master Du to block here. The three of you see if you can bring Young Master Du to the side. Don't let Young Master Du affect the incense ceremony. After all, there are so many young masters waiting around.”
Seeing that her plan had been exposed, Mother Luo simply stopped acting and pointed at Du He with a mean expression.
Seeing how Mother Luo, who had been flirting with them just a moment ago, had turned hostile in the blink of an eye, Wei Shuwan, Fang Jun, and Gao Zixing couldn't help but feel angry.
However, they also knew that this was not the right time. Mother Luo had obviously sided with the King of Zhao, Li Yuanjing, and treated him as the backer of Xiao Xiang Restaurant.
Although the three of them were not afraid of Li Yuanjing, the King of Zhao, they were not afraid of him.
But they didn't dare to help Du He and have a direct conflict with Li Yuanjing.
Otherwise, if their father found out that they had actually gotten into a conflict with the current king in order to help their friend snatch a brothel girl, their father would probably break their legs.
Moreover, this matter depended on literary talent.
With their own literary talent, they could not even write a complete poem, so it was probably very difficult for them to help Du He.
Du He blocking here was indeed not a solution. Being surrounded by so many people was very embarrassing.
Therefore, they could only pick up Du He's folding fan on the ground and help her out of the center of Xiaoxiang Restaurant. They helped her to sit on a chair at the side.
"Du Lang!"
Seeing the dispirited Du He being helped down by his three good friends, Cui Er felt her faith collapse. Her heart was filled with helplessness and she cried out.
Cui 'er's wail woke up Du He, who had lost her soul.
He raised his head and saw Cui Er's despairing gaze. Du He immediately lowered his head in pain.
Du He hated herself very much at this moment. She hated herself for being so weak that she could not even protect her own woman.
Cui Er was indeed Du He's woman.
Although Cui-er was born in a brothel, she had already given herself to Du He before she turned fourteen.
If it wasn't for Du He's big brother Du Gou's opposition, Du He would have already redeemed Cui Er and taken her as a concubine.
Due to Du He's identity, the mothers of Xiaoxiang Restaurant didn't dare to force Cui-er to receive guests.
He just wanted Cui 'er to play the zither and dance to liven up the guests.
However, after Xiao Xiang Restaurant joined the Zhao King, Li Yuanjing, he had a grudge against Cui Er for not choosing him.
Therefore, he hinted to Mama Luo, and Mama Luo began to force Cui 'er.
Seeing Du He being helped away by Wei Shuwan and the other two, Mother Luo twisted her body. Her agile body walked to the middle of the third floor and said,""The accident is over. The incense ceremony will continue. We welcome guests to write poems for the girls they like.”
Then, Mama Luo pointed at a pillar hanging beside her. It was 6.9 feet long and 1.7 feet wide. Plum Blossom, Mid-Autumn Festival, West Lake, Love, Chrysanthemum.
"This is the title of the poem for the five girls. Please write a poem for the girl you like according to the title on this scroll and present it to the girls for evaluation.”
"I won't say any more nonsense. I hope that the guest can return with the girl he likes.”
After saying that, Mother Luo left the middle of the third floor and walked to the edge of the third floor.
Then, the young masters who felt that their literary talent was not bad came forward to write poems. After all, they might be lucky and their poems would be liked by the girls of Xiaoxiang Restaurant.
In that case, wouldn't he be able to repay the beauty and have a night with her?
However, there were many people who went up to write poems, and most of them were rejected by these girls.
Although there were many people who came forward to compose poems, no one wrote a poem for Cui Er.
Firstly, although Cui-er was beautiful, she was no longer a virgin.
Secondly, from what had just happened, this Cui Er girl had caught the eye of the King of Zhao, Li Yuanjing, and the second son of the former Prime Minister, Du He.
The people who could come here were not stupid. They did not want to offend a prince and the second son of the former prime minister who had a wide range of friends.
After about an hour.
Ming Jincai, the Jiangnan genius that Wei Shuwan and the others had been paying attention to, finally walked into the arena under the orders of the Zhao King, Li Yuanjing.
"I was invited by the King of Zhao to write a poem for Miss Cui 'er.”
Ming Jincai walked into the arena with his hands behind his back and said calmly.
"Young Master Ming invites you."
Strictly speaking, it was against the rules of Xiaoxiang Restaurant to find someone to write a poem for her. However, Mother Luo seemed to have forgotten this rule at this time. She looked at Ming Jin and went forward, covering her mouth and laughing.
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