"Why? No? Oh, your highness, I''m really busy. Can I attend the poetry Fair... I don''t know. I''ll try my best to attend it. If I can''t go, I can''t help it“

    Jiang Fan was quite a pity and immediately said with a embarrassed face.

    King Wu''s son remembered that Jiang Fan in front of him was willing to sell his poems to Qian Rushan at a hundred yuan price.

    The style that ordinary scholars should have can''t be applied to Jiang Fan at all.

    Some could not help laughing and crying, so they had to say, "yes, yes, the poetry Fair will be selected at that time. The best works that night can be rewarded with a hundred passes. I don''t know childe Jiang... Do you think so?"

    "Ah? There are rewards? That''s no problem! To tell you the truth, reciting poetry and CI is really boring if I think about it by myself. I''d like to compete with others for a long time. Don''t worry, your highness. I''ll definitely attend this poetry meeting! I''m sure you''ll be satisfied."

    Jiang Fan immediately patted his chest and said.

    The appearance of such a philistine made the prince of Wu speechless for a while.

    You are a man of great talent... Can''t you show some precipice and precipitousness?!

    What''s the matter with such a strong market folk custom!

    "Cough, OK, then I''m waiting for childe Jiang to come. There are still some things to be prepared for the poetry fair. Childe Jiang should continue to play in the park first. When everything is ready, someone will come and invite you."

    King Wu Shizi coughed. While talking, he bowed to Jiang Fan. Then he turned and left.

    Until I turned a corner and couldn''t see Jiang Fan again, the old man who had been following the prince of Wu finally couldn''t help asking, "Your Highness, isn''t tonight''s poetry meeting... Normal poetry recitation and moon appreciation? I don''t remember the link of selection and reward."

    The prince of Wu looked at the old master and said helplessly, "there was no... But now there is."

    "Ah? Why?"

    I was surprised.

    "Why? I don''t know why? OK, go and prepare. The time is almost up. You can judge the poetry meeting tonight."

    Prince Wu turned his eyes and said.

    At this time, Jiang Fan looked happy and thought that he knew it would be so easy to make money by selling poetry. Why did he work hard to resell gold and copper at the beginning?

    It''s really not cost-effective to let Shen Meng add affection. I''m at a loss

    "Brother Jiang Fan, can you write that poem for me when you go back?"

    Just thinking, Lin Wanqing suddenly asked.

    Jiang Fan turned his head in amazement and saw that Lin Wanqing''s originally slightly confused look had returned to normal, and his two big eyes became flexible again. He couldn''t help but look puzzled: "Wanqing, are you okay? What happened just now? Think of a man?"

    The red tide that had just receded on Lin Wanqing''s face reappeared again with Jiang Fan''s words.

    Some gnashing their teeth stretched out their hands and pinched Jiang Fan''s waist. In Jiang Fan''s scream, they said, "I miss you! Remember! Go back and write that poem for me again!"

    "I''m kidding... Besides, I just said you miss a man, but I didn''t say you miss me. Can we make some sense?"

    Jiang Fan looked wronged.

    "What else did you say?"

    Lin Wanqing will continue to pinch again.

    Jiang Fan was startled. He quickly turned off the topic and said, "which song do you want me to write?"

    "Just... It''s the song that clouds want clothes and flowers want looks!"

    Lin Wanqing said slightly shyly.

    "Okay, okay, I see. Really... Can''t you be as gentle as your sister? I don''t know how heavy it is. I must pinch it."

    Jiang Fan muttered.

    "What are you talking about?!"

    "Nothing... Nothing. Life is so beautiful, but you are so grumpy. It''s not good and bad. You''d better continue to play. Don''t come to Fujiang garden with a hard time, but you don''t see anything. It''s not a loss."

    Jiang Fan, who has a strong desire for survival, continues to turn off the topic.

    Lin Wanqing hummed to Jiang Fan, which made him look quite proud and charming.

    He never said a word, but silently followed the iron bull guarding behind them, but gave a thumbs up to Jiang Fan.

    For the next half an hour, Lin Wanqing was in a trance. The whole person had a lot of fun in Fujiang garden.

    Although the scenery in the park is not surprising to Jiang Fan.

    In the world of information explosion, even the most ordinary people at the bottom have a broader vision than the so-called giants and nobles in the world.

    But for Lin Wanqing, it was really a shocking experience.

    So much so that the little girl could not help but praise whatever scenery she saw.

    It was not until a servant in the park came and said that the poetry meeting was about to begin and invited Jiang Fan to move to the place where the poetry meeting was held in the park that Lin Wanqing had to reluctantly end his tour.

    Obviously, as the poetry fair is about to begin, all the people who are visiting Fujiang Park begin to gather towards the same place.

    When the three of Jiang Fan came to the place where the poetry fair was held, hundreds of people had taken their seats in the open space of Nuo Da''s garden.

    Two rows of long tables are arranged in parallel, and several long tables are arranged horizontally at the top, which are the seats of King Wu''s son and the masters who are responsible for appreciating poetry.

    The seats for everyone were not designated, so those who arrived in advance had been full close to the seats of King Wu''s sons and masters.

    When the three of Jiang Fan arrived, the two rows of long tables had only the position on the tail. He was going to find a place to sit down at will, and suddenly found someone waving to him.

    When I looked at it, it was like a mountain of money.

    When Jiang Fan''s mind moved, he suddenly thought of the question about the sales partner of wine... Isn''t Qian Rushan the perfect answer?

    He took Lin Wanqing and Tieniu and sat down beside Qian Rushan. Jiang Fan asked with a smile, "how did you sit so far behind? How can you see this position by the prince of Wu?"

    "I can''t help it. Those scholars don''t want to see me as a businessman. If I sit too close to the front, I may become the target of public criticism. Besides, the reason why I want to come today has nothing to do with the son of God. I can see the son of God at any time if I want to see him? But I can''t see everyone who will come to the poetry fair tonight."

    Qian Rushan said mysteriously.

    "Cloud everyone? Who?"

    Jiang Fan noticed that when Qian Rushan mentioned Prince Wu''s son, his tone was quite casual, but he was more concerned about the new name.

    "Hey, hey, the clouds haven''t arrived yet. Let me sell it first. When the clouds come, you''ll know."

    Qian Rushan''s smile is obscene.