"The boy''s name is Jiang Fan. Thank you for your support just now. It''s not early. We''ll go to the park to enjoy it. Please help yourself. I don''t have much company."

    Seeing that Lu Zhaoling and Dong Fangshu fled, Jiang Fan smiled and arched around again.

    "Young master Jiang, you''re welcome!"

    "Young master Jiang, please come to the park. I heard that Fujiang park will hold a poetry meeting tonight. I wish young master Jiang a brilliant future in advance!"

    "Yes! With Childe Jiang''s poetic talent, there must be no one on the right side of the fujiangyuan poetry fair tonight!"

    All kinds of compliments rang out.

    Jiang Fan smiled and thanked again. Then he reached out and rubbed Lin Wanqing''s hair, which was still in a daze. He asked strangely, "what''s the matter? It''s an absent-minded look? Let''s enter the park. Don''t you always want to go in and have a look?"

    "Ah? Nothing... Nothing, then... Then enter the park."

    Lin Wanqing was startled and looked at Jiang Fan. His face turned red to his neck and avoided his sight again. He stammered.

    "Mr. Jiang, there will be a poetry fair in Fujiang garden tonight. Please be sure to attend. This kind of poetry can be called a gift from heaven. It''s really shocking..."

    Several old masters gathered around, and the master who liked to taste most said with admiration.

    "Eh? Poetry club? It seems that someone mentioned it just now. What is it?"

    Jiang Fan was stunned and immediately asked.

    "This... Poetry meeting is a poetry meeting, but it''s not a thing. The little prince of Prince Wu''s residence likes poetry. This Fujiang garden poetry meeting is organized by the little prince. To put it bluntly, it''s just a group of talented people and beauties who get together, write questions to each other, write poems on the spot, taste and judge on the spot. If there are famous works and masterpieces that can be born here, it can be called a good talk."

    Another teacher explained in a daze.

    "I see. Is this poem rich?"

    Jiang Fan suddenly realized and then asked.

    "Ah?! money“

    Several old professors were stunned at the same time.

    "Yes, you see, my poetry is very expensive. I just made two poems for nothing in order to let Wanqing enter the park. The third one earned a full hundred passes. I also sold a poem before, which is also the price of one hundred passes. So if I go to the poetry fair, I certainly want to make money, otherwise why do I want to write poetry?"

    Jiang Fanli said of course.

    "This... This... It''s elegant to recite poetry and lyrics! How can it be involved with those copper smelly things!"

    Some of the old masters were bearded and stared.

    Jiang Fan couldn''t help but curl his lips. He looked rather depressed and said, "well, if I''m free, I''ll participate."

    Looking at Jiang Fan''s perfunctory face, several old masters were helpless.

    Until the three of Jiang Fan also entered Fujiang Park, the teacher who liked to taste it most stamped his feet in place.

    He hated iron but not steel and said, "no, if such poetic talent can''t be exposed in front of the world, isn''t it a natural thing? Old five, give me the poems you just recorded, and I''ll find the son of God! Be sure to let this Jiang Fan participate in the poetry fair!"

    The other masters nodded deeply.

    Seeing the master who likes to appreciate poems most rushed into the garden with the written poems, the other masters can only stay outside the garden.

    It''s just that when I go to see the poems handed over by other talents at this time, I feel like chewing wax.

    No comparison... No harm!

    Jiang Fan has led Lin Wanqing and iron bull in Fujiang park for almost half an hour.

    I don''t know why, Jiang Fan found that Lin Wanqing had been wandering outside the sky since just now. Even if he entered the Fujiang garden, he didn''t get any better.

    Reaching out and shaking in front of Lin Wanqing''s eyes, Jiang Fan asked suspiciously, "Wanqing, are you all right? Are you not feeling well? Why don''t we go home? Anyway, I look at Fujiang garden. There''s nothing strange. I can''t see it and it has little impact."

    This is Jiang Fan''s sincere evaluation from the bottom of his heart.

    After listening to many legends about the Fujiang garden outside, Jiang Fan found that the Fujiang garden, which has been praised to the utmost, is not as good as the Suzhou garden in his own world.

    While Jiang fan is quite disappointed, he can only sigh that the people in this world have never seen anything in the world.

    However, I never thought that such a simple evaluation caused trouble.

    "Where are the ignorant people who dare to talk nonsense in Fujiang garden? Can you slander the first garden in the north?"

    Suddenly there was a scolding sound behind him.

    Jiang Fan was a little helpless. He turned around and found that he was a scholar in a long shirt.

    The scholar''s face was angry, as if Jiang Fan''s evaluation of Fujiang garden had touched him.

    In fact, it is true that scholars have wanted to visit the park for several consecutive years, but their poems in previous years have not reached the standard enough to enter the park. This year, they have improved their knowledge and finally made poetry that can meet the standard.

    The scholar was very excited when he finally came to the park to enjoy it. When he was immersed in the beauty of Fujiang Park, he suddenly heard someone evaluate Fujiang park. It''s nothing strange. How can the scholar not be angry?

    I''ve worked so hard to get the opportunity that I regard it as a treasure, but what you say is almost worthless?

    So what am I?!

    Jiang fan is rather tired of being crooked, but he is more worried about Lin Wanqing''s obviously abnormal state at present, so he is too lazy to argue with such a self righteous person at first sight.

    He bowed to the scholar and took the initiative to give way: "it''s just a personal view. There must be some biases. If I accidentally offended you, I''ll apologize to you here."

    "Apologize?! do you think it can be solved by apologizing for insulting Fujiang garden! What qualifications do people like you have to visit the garden! I will find the prince of Wu! Report to the prince in person! Expel ignorant people like you from the garden!"

    Seeing Jiang Fan admit his mistake, the scholar not only didn''t go down the slope, but the volume was a little higher.

    In the scholar''s view, this apology does not mean that the other party does not want to argue with himself. It is simply a sign of the other party''s weakness.

    Bullying the soft and fearing the hard... Is really the instinct of some scholars.

    Jiang fan is even more tired. First, Lu Zhaoling and Dong Fangshu, and now he is a scholar in front of him. Is it difficult for the scholar of the Zhou Dynasty not to be ill in Chengdu?

    What are the wonderful brain circuits one by one?

    Such people can''t live half an episode in TV dramas!

    Just because you don''t want to cause trouble doesn''t mean you''re afraid of it.

    Jiang Fan was going to retort and scold him with his rich vocabulary of the world. When he couldn''t take care of himself, his arm was suddenly pulled by someone.

    "I finally found you, young master Jiang. Come and meet the son of God!"