The four gentlemen of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, the plum of the proud bones. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoTherefore, every year on the winter solstice, the Wanhuayuan Plum Garden is the most lively place. There will be a fight of poetry. There is no loss for the loser, and no reward for the winner. If the only reward is to win the poem, the fame will naturally be greatly enhanced.

You must know that the big businessmen and officials are all in the inner garden, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no big officials going out in plainclothes to see the excitement.

In the pavilion, more than a dozen scholars hold pens and write poems. Occasionally, there will be visions that cause bursts of amazement.

Li Xianyuan and Princess Grace walked to the pavilion, but before they could get close, they were stopped by a young man in Tsing Yi: "This son, only above the talent can enter the pavilion to fight poetry." ”

Before Li Xianyuan could speak, the graceful princess stepped forward with a powdery face: "Blind your dog's eyes, even we dare to stop us!"

The little guy in Tsing Yi was stunned, pampered and not surprised, and spread his palms: "The villain has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, please-"

"Thank you. Li Xianyuan nodded in thanks, tilted his head slightly and said to the graceful princess: "Next time, don't follow me." ”

Leaving her alone, he stepped into the gazebo.

"You-" The curvaceous princess behind her stomped her feet, helpless to catch up.

Fang entered the pavilion, and a young man in brocade clothes greeted him like a familiar one.

"Welcome, unknown?"

"Li Xianyuan. Li Xianyuan replied.

"Brother Li, I will end up in the next Yingyi. The young man in brocade replied, he was angry with his book, and said politely: "I don't know if Brother Li came to see the excitement or participated in the ...... fight."

"You're blind. A voice interrupted, diagonally interjecting.

The young man who spoke was about twenty years old, dressed in a brocade robe, walked from behind, hooked Zhong Yingyi's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Do you know who the person in front of you is?"

There was some whispering around. Among the scholars, Li Xianyuan is quite famous. Hearing this name, it is familiar at first, and once you wake up, you will know who it is.

"Who is it? Could it be the son of a great official?" He studied all day long, and Mei Yuan and his party were also brought by friends, so naturally they couldn't communicate with the outside world.

"Then I'll tell you, this one. The young man in the robe looked at Li Xianyuan and smiled friendlyly: "It's Li Xianyuan, the sixth rank marquis." ”

In the end, Yingyi suddenly lifted the hem of his clothes and wanted to kneel down to salute.

"I've seen Li Da ......"

"Don't kneel in a hurry, you're not done yet. The young man in the robe grabbed him and continued, "How did you get these six marquis......? Everyone here has probably heard of the vision poem, called butterfly love flower spring, that sentence where there is no grass at the end of the world, it is really a witty saying. ”

There was an uproar around, and the crowd of onlookers looked at Li Xianyuan in surprise.

There is no grass at the end of the world, and such wonderful sentences have been spread in Xinjing a few months ago. In the eyes of the young lady, the affectionate sentence was ruthlessly annoyed.

They could never have imagined that the person who made this poem was actually a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in front of them.

The young man who set up a signboard for Li Xianyuan for free continued: "As for the vision poems I composed, I can't count them. By the way, I forgot to mention it. Soon after Brother Li made the spring scene of butterfly love flowers, he made another poem called "Swordsman". It's a pity that Brother Li is low-key and knows that there are not many people. After writing it, I went on a private trip, and I didn't expect to come to the capital. ”

This man treasures his life one by one. Li Xianyuan frowned slightly, a little displeased.

"Master Li, this person's surname is Shi, and he is a guest of the prince's door, be careful. ”

The maid of the first palace whispered in her ear. Li Xianyuan was stunned, took a deep look at this palace maid, and turned to look at the young man surnamed Shi. No wonder such a number of family treasures turned out to be the prince's person.

It's just that he praised himself like this, is it because he is willing to serve the prince?

I heard the young man surnamed Shi say again: "Li Gongzi, we have all heard of your poem name." Participating in this fighting poetry is inevitably suspected of bullying people. ”

There was a little echo around him, and Li Xianyuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

I see.

The higher you hold it, the harder you fall. It's a ploy to kill.

I just don't know if this young man surnamed Shi is in the prince's will, or if he is making his own opinion.

The pavilion was still talking about himself. Li Xianyuan looked sideways slightly at this time, looking at the pavilion where there were faint figures dozens of feet away.

……

"This kid is complaining about me right now. ”

The garden was lively, but some people were laughing and watching. An old man in Washington sat on the Taishi's chair, surrounded by guards. With a slight sweep of his eyes, he couldn't help but smile when he saw Li Xianyuan coming and going.

"If you can take the top of the poem, why don't you complain once. If you can't take it, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

"Master, it's noon, and the prince hasn't shown up yet. Do you want the slave to tell your subordinates to go down and have a look?" asked the eunuch on the side, bowing and bowing.

"Leave him alone. It's all weak, and I still need to worry about it?"

"Yes......"

……

Li Xianyuan retracted his gaze and found that the original Dou Shi Club had been led to him. The young man surnamed Shi touted it and caused several scholars to be unhappy.

From an outsider's point of view, Li Xianyuan is undoubtedly one step to the sky. There are those who admire him. But there are more people who disdain envy. Especially under the addition of oil and vinegar to the young man surnamed Shi.

One person stood up and gave his hand to Li Xianyuan perfunctorily: "I thought I could make two poems, Butterfly Love Flower Spring Scene and Swordsman." He is a master who makes wonderful sentences such as where there is no grass at the end of the world, and sharpens a sword for ten years, and it turns out that he is just a person who sells fame and reputation. Nowadays, it seems that it is better to meet than to be famous. ”

The young man surnamed Shi pretended to defend with good intentions: "Brother Yi, how can you say that." Brother Li is interested. Anyway, it's just a plum garden poetry club, and it doesn't hurt to win or lose. ”

"......?" Li Xianyuan wondered. So many things happened in just a moment of distraction?

Now the picture is clear. The surnamed Shi held Li Xianyuan very high, and even deliberately provoked him to contradict others. Li Xianyuan has just arrived, and his foothold is unstable, and very few people will stand up and speak for him.

Many people are waiting to see what happens. They are not fools, how can they not see the trickery of this surnamed Shi. Shouting for others, this loss-making business will not be done.

"Don't let the princess go crazy. Li Xianyuan turned his head and reminded the palace maids behind him, and found that they had already done it again. One of them grabbed the curvaceous princess and covered her mouth and dragged it down.

How dare ordinary palace maids be so presumptuous, and then think of what the palace maid told Li Xianyuan before, it is obvious that the two are not ordinary palace maids

Also, let the princess run around defenselessly, the emperor's heart is not so big.

The idle people retreated, Li Xianyuan concentrated, and stared at the young man surnamed Shi: "I don't remember sinning against you, why do you want to kill me like this?"

"Brother Li doesn't understand what he said. The young man surnamed Shi smiled.

"Are you sure you want to go on like this?" Li Xianyuan's eyes closed slightly.

Shi was puzzled. "Shi Kuan arched his hand. Xindao, if Li Xianyuan really has real materials, it can be regarded as a test for the prince. If it is strong on the outside and empty on the inside, it is also self-inflicted.

Fang was about to speak, his throat suddenly itched, Li Xianyuan couldn't help coughing violently a few times, and his color was a little pale under the cold winter.

Li Xianyuan felt a burst of irritability in his heart for no reason. He frowned, whispered, and lost his patience.

"Don't ask for it. ”

This is not a story, there is also a scene of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and slapping his face.

How could Li Xianyuan blindly forbear? (To be continued.) )