C20 Poetry Conference

The atmosphere became gloomy.

Suddenly, Shen Haoxuan put away his fan and casually said: "I will go investigate." As he said that, he jumped down from the second floor and onto the street, waving to the two in the private room, he quickly walked towards Xie Qingrong and the others.

Xuanyuan Chen shook his head, a trace of laughter flashed past his eyes, and the two looked at each other, preparing to leave.

On the other side, Shang Zhiqing was staring at the earring on the stall of a trader for a long time. When Xie Qingrong wanted to buy them, Xie Qingrong pulled Xie Qingrong and said: "Let's go."

Xie Qingrong's cold eyes had some suspicions. She didn't understand why Shang Zhiqing wanted to leave, didn't she like this ear pendant a lot?

"You've been looking for so long, aren't you going to buy it?"

Shang Zhiqing shook her head, there was still some unwillingness remaining in her eyes, and said: "Although it's beautiful, but I don't need it, forget it."

At this moment, a clear and bright male voice rang out, "Boss, this is a lot. Wrap it up for me."

Shang Zhiqing turned around and saw a man dressed in white who was as fair as snow and extraordinarily handsome. There was a casual smile on his lips, and in his hand was the jade earring that he had been hesitating for a while.

After the peddler wrapped the earring, the man handed it to him, indicating that he should accept it.

Shang Zhiqing frowned, and asked: "Young Noble, what is the meaning of this?"

Shen Haoxuan shook her tasseled fan, looking like an elegant young noble, and said: "Just now, I saw that young lady seemed to really like this jadeite pair of earrings, so I bought it myself to give to young lady."

After he finished speaking, he had a complacent smile on his face. With a change from the elegant young master from before, he looked just like a foppish young lord who was flirting with a woman from a respectable family.

Xie Qingrong shook her head. She was afraid that Shen Haoxuan had offended Shang Zhiqing.

Sure enough, Shang Zhiqing frowned and said: "You are such a strange person. You are waving your fan in the cold weather, aren't you afraid of dying from the cold? Moreover, it's not like I can't afford to buy who needs your help. " While talking, she got angrier and angrier as she pushed Shen Haoxuan away. Her beautiful eyes were filled with rage.

Shen Haoxuan was caught off guard and staggered a step back. He frowned, as if he didn't understand. He was obviously giving her earrings out of good intentions, so why did he get pushed away instead?

Furthermore, Sister-in-law was also here, why didn't she speak up for him? Shen Haoxuan's gaze moved towards Xie Qingrong.

Xie Qingrong could only cough lightly and stand out, pointing at Shen Haoxuan, he introduced him: "This is Shen Haoxuan."

Without waiting for Xie Qingrong to introduce Shang Zhiqing, the anger in Shang Zhiqing's eyes dissipated, and was replaced with reverence. She said in pleasant surprise: "So you're Shen Haoxuan, the number one wealthiest in Jiangnan."

Shen Haoxuan curved his eyes, his lips curling into a smile, and instead spoke humbly: "Yes, I am."

Shang Zhiqing nonchalantly patted Shen Haoxuan's shoulder, bent his eyes, and said everything she had seen and heard: "I always thought it was a seven, eight, and eighty year old rotten old man, but I didn't expect him to be so young." And he was so handsome.

The last sentence, Shang Zhiqing muttered in her heart. Her face was already very handsome, and furthermore, he was dressed in white, and had tasseled fan in his hands, he looked just like a great young master.

Seeing the opportunity, Shen Haoxuan suggested: "I presume this is the first time this young lady has come to the capital. This Lantern Festival is more than just a charade. " Although Shen Haoxuan had suggested it, his gaze was looking in Xie Qingrong's direction.

Shang Zhiqing also looked at Xie Qingrong, waiting for her answer.

Xie Qingrong and looked over to her, and seeing the pleading eyes of Shen Haoxuan and the interest in his eyes, they nodded.

Shen Haoxuan and Shang Zhiqing happily clapped their hands.

This scene instantly appeared on the street.

A white-clothed gongzi with a folding fan was buying things in front of him along with a purple-clothed girl. Another purple-clothed girl was following at a leisurely pace. The two young maidservants walking at the back were holding large and small gift boxes in their hands.

Shen Haoxuan brought Shang Zhiqing and swept across the entire street and bought a lot of gifts.

In the end, they arrived at a building with a verdant vermilion roof. Above the building were two large words carved on it in a flamboyant manner.

Ya Xuan.

It seemed very elegant.

Just then, a man dressed in grey came out and asked: "Are all of you here to participate in the Poetry Conference as well, do you have an appointment?" So it was just a guide.

Shen Haoxuan waved his fan and said slowly: "Do you still have any Heaven's Ensemble left on the second floor?"

The waiter quickly revealed a flattering smile, "Yes, yes, yes. Coincidentally, there is one remaining. Please follow me."

Xie Qingrong and the others followed the waiter into the room.

In the middle was a tall platform surrounded by four flights of stairs leading up to the second floor. The surrounding walls were also covered in the handwriting of generations of scholars. A faint scent of ink was emanating from the air. It was indeed the elegant Xuan, an extremely refined character.

Shang Zhiqing looked to the left and right, seeing that the surroundings were mostly filled with people, and the four private rooms on the second floor were all covered with muslin curtains. Shang Zhiqing pointed to the private room and asked the waiter, "Who are those people?"

As the waiter led the way, he replied, "I only know that they arrived at Ya Xuan early in the morning. I don't know anything else."

Shang Zhiqing asked again: "Then what's wrong with this Poetry Conference?"

"Customer, this is your first time here right? The Poetry Conference holds this once every month. Every time I arrive at Poetry Conference, those scholars would come over to sing poetry and fight. I have been in Ya Xuan for almost a year, my horizons have really broadened.

And this month's Poetry Conference coincidentally met with Flower Lantern Festival. Coincidentally, Master Holy Hand had returned from his travels in other countries, and personally created a painting for the Poetry Conference, along with a poem. Furthermore, our boss had turned this painting into a lantern, becoming the top prize for tonight's Poetry Conference competition.

These people are all here to participate in the Poetry Conference, it would not be easy for them to become outstanding in the Poetry Conference.

The waiter escorted Xie Qingrong and the others to the entrance of the private room, and said: "Esteemed customer, everything has been prepared in the private room.

Waiting until Shen Haoxuan and the rest were seated, a wave of noise came from downstairs. The few of them hung up the curtain and looked down.

A pair of handsome men and beautiful women slowly walked over to meet everyone's astonished gaze.

The leader of the four was a man in an embroidered white robe. He wore a jade crown and had a gentle smile on his lips. He had an elegant gentleman's appearance. As for the azure-clad man behind him, he had a dark expression on his face, his countenance so cold that it seemed as though it contained an unmelting layer of ice.