Chapter 4466 Little fresh meat


Chapter 4466 Little Fresh Meat

Yang Ruoqing showed the invitation letter on her body to the person responsible for the reception on the shore. She was quickly arranged to board the ship, and then sat down in a very poetic and elegant room. .

When she arrived, the elegant seats in the private room were already filled with literati from all walks of life.

Yang Ruoqing doesn’t know how much real information they have in these literati, nor does she know what their character and integrity are like, what their outlook on life and world values ​​are like, these deep-seated things I don’t know anything about it now, but judging from the appearance of these people, they all look like human beings, neatly dressed, with clear eyes and heads held high.

Especially when she saw them behaving well and chatting and laughing with each other, the sentence suddenly flashed through Yang Ruoqing's mind, "There are great scholars in talking and laughing, but there are no idle people in dealings."

Ha, she couldn't help but want to find a word to praise herself. The village woman from Changping Village sneaked into a place like this, and she even started to be arty, with a random poem in her mind!

Yang Ruoqing told herself not to drift, otherwise she would be exposed.

The purpose of her coming here is not to talk about poetry and poetry with them. She doesn’t understand what rhyme is. She is here to observe the situation and see what these literati are like. People who love to be in the limelight, who like beautiful women and wine? Do you like calligraphy, painting and curios?

Or maybe you are depressed?

In short, Yang Ruoqing regarded this place as a tile market and came here to pick out the potatoes that she could sleep with.

Yang Ruoqing was sitting alone, and she didn't know anyone on the left or right.

No one came to say hello to her, so she was happy to be quiet, pretending to sip tea while looking around.

I found a scholar in white clothes sitting diagonally opposite her, also drinking tea alone.

Looking at the scholar's clothes, he must be from a good family, and the scholar around him is also very smart.

Although he was drinking tea alone, eyes fell on him from time to time. They were all from other literati students. Their eyes were full of envy and awe, even a bit to please, but they did not dare to please. Stepping forward, it seemed that the student in white was a very difficult person to get along with.

Yang Ruoqing wondered how she could have such a guess about a person she had never met before. Something happened before her eyes, which just confirmed her guess.

A young man wearing purple clothes and dressed as a scholar came to the scholar in white, bowed his hands, and took the initiative to say hello to him.

"Brother Bai..."

"Any advice?"

The scholar in purple had just started to speak, and the scholar in white raised his eyelids and glanced at the scholar in purple in front of him. , asked coldly.

The purple-clothed scholar smiled and said: "Don't dare, don't dare. It's a beautiful night tonight. Brother Bai is here to appreciate the beauty, so he came over to say hello to Brother Bai and thank Brother Bai for coming here..."

Hearing this , Yang Ruoqing understood, it turned out that this well-dressed student in purple was the initiator of tonight's poetry meeting, the host?

"My father forced me to come. Otherwise, I would rather cover my head and sleep at home than come to this noisy and vulgar party!"

This is the reply given by the scholar in white.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, good guy, you really didn’t mince words in what you said. Could it be that there is a mine at home?

Looking at tonight's host, the scholar in purple was not angry at all, as if he had been prepared for the reaction and attitude of the scholar in white.

"Brother Bai is really funny. No matter what, the fact that Brother Bai can come to this poetry meeting will add color to tonight's poetry meeting. Brother Bai, please help yourself and say hello to the other classmates." "

The scholar in white raised his eyebrows, picked up the tea bowl in front of him and took a sip, saying: "Character. It’s so polluted and so inflammatory that even the tea has a stench, it’s so disgusting!”

When the scholar in purple turned around, he heard the scholar in white’s words and his muscles twitched, but then he Then he returned to normal and walked away gracefully, continuing to chat and laugh with other arriving literati.

Yang Ruoqing continued to look at the scholar in white, and her intuition told her that this person was somewhat incompatible with the other people here, but other people gave him face, so he must have a background.

Okay, this potato is booked, and then we will observe the others. When all the invited guests arrived one after another, the sound of guzheng sounded in the elegant room.

The woman talking about the guzheng sat behind the curtain. When the guzheng played, the noisy people stopped talking in a tacit understanding and began to enjoy the beauty of the music.

Some people hummed along, some people followed the beat lightly with their fingers, and some people nodded secretly. Even the arrogant scholar in white seemed to have put away his hedgehog hair at this time, squinting his eyes slightly, looking like he was enjoying it. look.

Everyone of them seems to be well versed in the music, enjoying and appreciating it.

Only Yang Ruoqing was sitting there looking around. In her previous life, she had listened to a lot of music of various styles, ancient, modern, rock, quiet, dynamic...

All kinds of internet celebrity music. It's like a revolving door of people coming and going, and you can't even hear it. Those world-famous piano songs are also used as ringtones for mobile phones.

To be honest, the guzheng played by the girl behind the curtain really didn’t make any sense to her. She just felt it was choking and made her mouth dry, so she simply grabbed a bowl of tea. Drink carefully and in small sips, not wanting to attract attention.

Finally, the song ends.

The host, the scholar in purple clothes, stood up and told everyone the opening remarks.

The opening statement was very formal, and the general idea was to welcome everyone to this poetry meeting, and then praised everyone.

This means that those who can come and are qualified to participate are all outstanding, well-known and talented scholars from Tianhai County.

Tonight is a gathering of elites, everyone is communicating and learning, admiring the moon, drinking wine, reciting poems and composing poems to cultivate sentiments, and having fun haappy and so on.

"Mr. Hang, your opening statement is too cumbersome. Since you yourself said that good times and beautiful scenery cannot be delayed, then let's cut the long story short and get to the point!"

The scholar in purple is still standing! While he was delivering his eloquent opening speech, a discordant voice sounded from the audience.

Everyone followed the sound and looked, it was the scholar in white.

The scholar in white was looking at the scholar in purple impatiently, his eyebrows and words full of urging.

The purple-clothed scholar was a little embarrassed, so he cut off a large paragraph of gorgeous lines at the end, briefly introduced tonight's entertainment items, and quickly sat down.

"Mr. Hang?"

Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows moved, and her eyes fell silently on the man in purple.

Before coming, Luo Fengtang revealed to her that the host of tonight's poetry club is related to Hang Zhenxing and is his son. That is the scholar in purple.

Haha, Yang Ruoqing has never seen what Hang Zhenxing looks like. But this Zi Yishu grew up pretty well, with a creamy face. In modern times, he would be a typical little fresh meat, the kind that his sisters and aunts like.

But it's a pity that she, Yang Ruoqing, is an exception. She doesn't like young fresh meat, she loves old bacon.

So scholar in purple, you are doomed to be unlucky.

(End of this chapter)

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