It is these literati and poets who compose poems. If one person's poem is appreciated by these flower boat ladies, he will take the flower boat and go to an empty pavilion with the ladies to enjoy the flowers and the moon and talk about the customs.

Looking at those hungry wolf-like eyes, Ye Qian was amazed.

After he and Liu Qingrou arrived at the lake, they were quickly noticed. Liu Qingrou's temperament simply put the ladies on the flower boats to shame.

Although she hides her face, her temperament alone makes people fascinated.

Some literati came over to strike up a conversation, but Liu Qingrou ignored them. Over time, they found a vacant area here.

Liu Qingrou turned back to look at Ye Qian, and laughed softly: "I'll leave the matter of flirting with girls and writing poems to you, Master. I just want to sit in the pavilion for a while."

Ye Qian: ""

It's just a black line at one end.

There is another rule here, that is, women can board the flower boat. If there is a literati who passes the test with his poems, she can follow him to a pavilion without the hassle of writing poems.

"Ask about the spring scenery by the lake, and it will be three years again."

"The east wind blows my boat across the lake, and the willow trees blow on my face."

"Now that I am used to the world, my mind is at ease everywhere."

"The water from Wangyue Pavilion is like the sky, and there are flying sand gulls."

At this time, a young man wearing white clothes and waving a folding fan was writing poems in the wind by the lake.

When he opened the folding fan, he saw the words "Breeze is coming" written on the fan. He was dancing like a dragon and a phoenix, looking so cool.

When the man finished his poem, the whole scene fell silent.
Chapter completed!