In fact, recently, Jiang Fan has no idea of copying poetry.


    The main reason, of course, is that there is no shortage of money. Otherwise, if you find a stick hammer like money mountain, a poem can sell a hundred Guan, and a fool won''t sell it.


    Art and copper stink are intertwined. Which one is more meaningful?


    For ordinary people like Jiang Fan, the art that cannot be realized into copper stink is worthless in itself.


    But since there is no shortage of money, I don''t mind shaping myself higher.


    People don''t need to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, so they have to make an article on the realm of life and moral quality.


    Moreover, he has become a city captain in Heyang City, and his size is also one of his parents. After all, he still has to bear some idol burden.


    But today, it was really a sudden incident. The young scholar didn''t give him the chance to refuse. Jiang Fan had no choice but to leave.


    If you really go like this and fall into the eyes of those people in the teahouse, isn''t it equal to being afraid of them?


    The two strong men guarding at the door of the teahouse, with rather malicious eyes, shuttle back and forth on Lin Wanqing, but Lin Wanqing didn''t pay attention to them at all and didn''t take another look at them.


    When walking up the stairs, Jiang Fan asked, "what level are those two?"


    "It''s just two five grades, and the breath is vain, the foundation is unstable, and there''s no room for progress."


    Lin Wanqing said casually.


    "Five grades? Isn''t that the same level as me now?"


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    Lin Wanqing looked at Jiang Fan strangely, and then said seriously, "brother Jiang Fan, although you are the realm of five grades, you may not be able to beat four grades. There are no other five grades of the same level as you in the world. Believe yourself, you are unique."


    Jiang Fan''s face stiffened, the corners of his mouth twitched and said, "Xiao Wanqing, you''re not cute."


    "Hey, hey, I learned this from brother Jiang Fan. Who makes you always tease me."


    Lin Wanqing put his hand around Jiang Fan''s arm and said coquettishly.


    Jiang Fan turns his eyes and leads Lin Wanqing up to the second floor.


    The second floor of the teahouse is an open room with about a dozen square tables.


    Including the young man standing by the window, three young people in luxurious clothes were looking at the direction of the stairs.


    As Jiang Fan and Lin Wanqing came up, their eyes slipped from Jiang Fan and obviously fell on Lin Wanqing.


    His eyes flashed amazing and rewarding emotions.


    In addition to three young people, there are more than a dozen other men and women, roughly divided into two parts.


    One part was with the three young people, with flattering and flattering smiles on his face, and the other part was in the opposite position of the three young people, with indignation on his face.


    The four guards occupied four corners of the second floor. Their momentum was hidden, but they could ensure that once an accident occurred on the second floor, they were enough to respond in the shortest time.


    The only elderly man in the audience sat at the tea table next to the three young people and drank tea leisurely.


    Even if Jiang Fan led Lin Wanqing upstairs, he couldn''t make the old man raise his eyelids to have a more look.


    "Tut Tut, you have been rated as a poetic talent by several masters in Heyang "In view of the fact that several masters of Heyang city can give you the first evaluation of your poetry in the Zhou Dynasty, even if they are from King Wu''s residence, we also doubt their ability to appreciate poetry. Therefore, we specially invite the former Imperial College Master, Chen ang and old man Chen, who has retired, to be the witness! So that we can give a really appropriate evaluation of your poetry! Everyone''s time is very precious. It''s better to start directly! "


    Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows, slightly tilted his mouth and said with a smile: "writing poetry... Of course it''s no problem, but shall we gamble? Otherwise, if we just recite poetry and write words, don''t we feel too monotonous?"