At night, gradually entering the middle of the sky, the cool breeze cannot disperse the crowd of night tourists.

The law of the curfew of the Son of Heaven seems a little thin in this land of Jiangxi thousands of miles away, not to mention that in this annual meeting day of lovers, the officials are not good at doing anything contrary to public opinion, so they have to turn a blind eye. The simple citizens also let go of their fear of the law and enjoyed this rare carnival to the fullest.

On Nanpu Street, the temple fair continues.

Honglou, the students are competing to recite their own poems, there are few excellent works, but the level is still passable, after all, for this literary meeting, the students still put some thought into it. The elders of the family had greeted each other long before they came, and everyone knew that this meeting was about the number of Taishou recommendations in a few months, so they all deliberately picked out some inventory that had been made in the past and was suitable for the occasion, and only after careful consideration would they be recited in public.

"Elder Wu, are there any good works in this batch of poems?" Several middle-aged and elderly people kneeling on the platform on the second floor of the Hong Building were talking. One of them, an old man in Chinese clothes in his fifties, said respectfully to the old man on the left.

"So-so. ”

Seeing that the old man was not interested, the old man in Huayi smiled wryly.

A young man in his twenties sat beside a desk near these old men, holding a gold-painted paper fan and shaking it elegantly, looking at the noisy crowd in front of him with an indifferent expression, and his gentle smile could not hide the trace of disdain in his eyes.

The young man's name is Qian Hong, a member of the Qian clan in Jiangdong, who came to Yuzhang with his family's caravan a few months ago. The huge resources of the family not only make Qian Hong have a good cultivation, but also have a good talent, especially a good poem, which is also a little talented in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. In addition to meeting a few great Confucians, he also had the intention of competing with the students of Yuzhang.

Yuzhang a place, since the Han Dynasty built the city, for hundreds of years has been a large city on the south bank of the Yangtze River, the economy is developed, the culture and education are prosperous, there are many educated people, and it is not uncommon to have a few talents.

When he first came, Qian Hong was full of ambition, and he also frequently attended some literary meetings, meeting friends with poems, and several excellent works made many Yuzhang students out of reach, and Qian Hong also gave birth to a sense of loneliness as a master. Until one time, after drinking a few more cups, he said a few words such as "Yuzhang students are just like this", and several angry students left on the spot.

When Qian Hong was regretting that he should not have lost his temper and was about to apologize to everyone afterwards, several students who left led a young man dressed in cloth clothes with a somewhat wooden expression, followed by a large number of local students who came to hear the wind.

At the instigation of the students, the young man in cloth came to a contest with Qian Hong, looking at the young man in front of him, Qian Hong was a little contemptuous, this person was a poor man at a glance, and his noble background made Qian Hong with an innate pride, so that he looked down on these poor students, "How much knowledge can this group of poor ghosts have" This is what Qian Hong thinks in his heart, and it is also the general voice of many family members.

After all, at this time, although the Tang Dynasty was known as the prosperous era, the cost of engraving and printing was huge, and the price of paper was expensive, and the books, as the most important carrier of learning, were expensive and scarce, not to mention that some of the only books that were handed down from generation to generation only existed in the library of the high-ranking families, and monopolizing books to control education was one of the effective means for these wealthy families to maintain their status.

Therefore, receiving education and reading and literacy are still only rights that only the children of rich families can enjoy. Especially these big families, hundreds of years or even thousands of years of accumulation, so that they have a lot of books, the children of the family read a lot of books, of course, the knowledge is broader, reflected in the poems there is a kind of atmosphere that is difficult for others to reach.

Qian Hong, who was full of confidence, accepted the challenge of the students, although he knew that the students who could be elected by everyone must have outstanding qualities, but the dignity of being a child of the family did not allow him to retreat.

As a result, Qian Hong was embarrassed, and the young man in Mu Ne made several poems in the tea room, with different themes and different styles, all of which fit his own topics, obviously done on the spot, not the previous inventory.

This battle hit Qian Hong very hard, he never thought that the results of his hard work in the family for more than ten years would be so vulnerable, and what was even more odious was that the opponent who defeated him was a "poor boy" who had never looked at it before. Although I later learned that this person's teacher was a local Confucian, even my own parents had to respectfully call him "Wu Lao" when they saw him, and he must have a collection of books. But the resentment in my heart is not less at all, and I often think that I can show it in front of everyone and save some face.

This Honglou Wenhui is a good opportunity, what kind of recommended quota for the imperial examination, he is not rare, not to mention that he is not from Yuzhang County, it is useless to come.

After learning that the hateful "poor boy" did not come, Qian Hong shouted "God help me" in his heart, ready to throw out the poems he had been thinking about for many days tonight to save the lost face.

Therefore, from the beginning of the Wenhui, Qian Hong sat on the seat and watched coldly, uncertain consideration, waiting for an opportunity.

"Why is Brother Qian sitting here alone tonight? If there is a good work, you might as well read it out so that everyone here can enjoy it. A voice with a hint of playfulness sounded in Qian Hong's ears.

Looking at the people who gradually quieted down, Qian Hong smiled in his heart, "It's finally here."

"The younger brother is only a shallow learner, and he still can't do it after thinking about it for a long time"

"Oh, it turns out that Brother Qian is not in a good state tonight, but it's a pity, the younger brother still wants to see the demeanor of Jiangdong's genius tonight. ”

"Hehe, Brother Tai has a good reputation, even if Brother Tai is so gracious, it doesn't matter, the younger brother has no choice but to show ugliness, even if he is embarrassed, he can't break the face of Jiangdong students. ”

With that, he stood up, looked up at the starry sky, shook the fan in his right hand twice, and recited after walking a few steps in the field......

"The starlight is long, and the twin stars are leaning on the building.

It is said that there is more hatred in the world, so I suspect that there is sorrow in the sky.

An Shiqi went to who accompany, and Zijin returned to travel together.

Only Yue'e should be the most jealous, and a round of wind and dew is invincible. ”

After reading it, he stood with his hands in his hands, which was quite a bit of a seven-step poem.

"Yes, yes, Qian Boy's song Seven Laws can be regarded as a rare masterpiece tonight. "Wu Lao", who was in the main seat, spoke up.

Seeing that Qian Hong took the lead, many local students began to be uneasy, and gathered together to discuss, encouraging a few well-known students present, hoping that they could fight for the local students and suppress Qian Hong's momentum. Those students also pondered hard, but unfortunately there was no better one in the previous inventory, and they didn't have such agile thinking if they wanted to make a song now.

"Damn! If Brother Song Ze is here, how can he be allowed to run rampant here!"

"This kid just saw that Brother Song was not there, so he did this on purpose. ”

While the local students were thinking hard about countermeasures, and Qian Hong was in high spirits, an old man who looked like a housekeeper was handing a piece of paper to several old people in the upper seat......

Let's rewind the clock a bit.

"Look! Look! Brother Chen, there seems to be a lantern riddle guess there, let's go take a look." Lu Ying took Xu Chen's hand and squeezed into the crowd vigorously, followed by the helpless Xu Chen.

"Take a look, take a look, guess the difficult lantern riddles! Guess the prize! Clever young ladies and gentlemen, don't miss it, the reward is very rich!" A young man who looked like a guy was calling hard in front of the stall.

"Brother Chen, let's guess too, Ying Ying wants that doll!" Lu Ying said, pointing to a rabbit-like porcelain doll on the shelf behind the guy.

The porcelain doll is white and flawless, the two eyes are red and bright, and the glaze on the body spreads along the rabbit body, as if it is a natural texture, and it is a good porcelain at a glance.

Looking at Lu Ying's bright eyes, Xu Chen had no choice but to nod, and at the same time silently said in his heart, "Don't be too difficult, this is not my specialty!"

The silent thought in Xu Chen's heart Lu Ying obviously didn't hear it, in Lu Ying's small heart, her brother Chen is omnipotent, and it is not easy to guess a lantern riddle.

"Man, we're going to guess the lantern riddles!" Lu Ying said impatiently.

"Thank you for your patronage, guess once for ten cents!" he said and stretched out his right hand.

"What, do you want money?" Lu Ying said in surprise.

"Look at what you said, we also have to spend money on these prizes, so we can't make money at a loss. ”

"That's... Okay, the money will be given to you!" Saying that, Lu Ying looked at the rabbit doll and then at his small purse, took out ten cents from it with difficulty, and reluctantly handed it to the buddy, the great changes in the family in the past two years have made Lu Ying know that life is not easy, and now all this money is earned by Brother Chen's hard work, and every penny cannot be spent indiscriminately.

"Well, this is your lantern riddle, you put it away!" The guy took a small lamp from the top of his head and handed it to Lu Ying, "One stick of incense for a limited time, if you exceed the time, you can add ten cents and guess another stick of incense, otherwise you can only leave empty-handed." ”

As he spoke, the guy took out a short stick of incense from under the table and lit it in front of Lu Ying.

"You!" Lu Ying, who heard the rules clearly, suddenly felt deceived and was about to have a seizure, but looking at the humble smile of the guy, and then thinking of Xu Chen behind him, he had to stomp his foot angrily.

Xu Chen only found out at this moment that there were a lot of meditative young people gathered around the stall, both men and women, and most of them had a burning short incense stick beside them.

The atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty is open, and it is common for young people and girls to travel together, not to mention that on a day like today, how can young people be willing to admit in front of their favorite women, they are all thinking hard, regardless of the passage of time, and they keep handing over ten cents and ten cents.

Seeing this scene, Xu Chen couldn't help but applaud the marketing methods of this store, and he really couldn't underestimate the ancients.

When you get the riddle, this feeling is even stronger......

I saw that it was written on the paper, "If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles." If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become a river. "Ask for a guess.

Xunzi's persuasion Xu Chen has naturally seen it, but this mystery...

"Second brother, come and see!" Xu Chen handed the note to Lu Hao and touched his nose. The heart said: "This is too damaging to the image!"

"This... Neither will I. Lu Hao's answer made Xu Chen breathe a sigh of relief.

"Where, where, I want to see it too!" Shi Lei, a big man, squeezed back to everyone at some point.

"What kind of foolishness, do you know these words?" Lu Hao slapped Shi Lei on the back of the head.

"If you don't know, you don't know, you can't talk well! Why are you beating people!" Shi Lei muttered, but he lowered his head again when he looked at Lu Hao's fierce eyes.

Seeing that the notes were spread one by one in everyone's hands, and the incense was already more than half burned, Lu Ying became anxious.

"Brother Chen, have you guessed it?"

"This..."Looking at Lu Ying's longing eyes, Xu Chen was speechless for a while.

"Yingying, or we... Let's go and ask if we can buy that rabbit doll? Don't worry! I'll pay for it!"

"Huh?"

In Lu Ying's disappointed eyes, Xu Chen quickly rushed to the stall and negotiated with the guy.

"Childe, this can't be done! These are all prizes, and they can only be won by real talent. ”

"Little brother, be accommodating, I'll pay double the price!"

"Sorry, no!"

Xu Chen turned his head and peeked at it, and his big eyes were already filled with water vapor. But this public is not easy to use, what can I do?

Xu Chen, who was anxious to look around, suddenly saw a young man next to him exchange a piece of paper with a handwriting paper for a prize, and immediately rushed up.

"Little brother, how can he get the prize? I don't think he guessed the riddle. ”

"So that the son knows, we still have a rule here, the lantern riddle can't be guessed, as long as you can write a poem, the prize will be presented with both hands immediately. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Xu Chen with a smile, thinking to himself how could he write poems just like you. This is also the reason why the guy has not sued Xu Chen for this rule.

Looking at Xu Chen's hesitant appearance, he said in his heart, "That's really the case."

"Excuse me, don't get in the way of the people behind!" the man's tone was already a little cold.

"Brother Chen, don't you just write poems! Write it out and scare this guy who looks down on people to death!" In Lu Ying's heart, Xu Chen's poetry is very powerful.

Once, when Xu Chen recited "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" in front of everyone, Lu Hao was speechless, Lu Hao had also read books, although he may not be able to make any good poems, but this kind of charm of ancient masterpieces, Lu Hao still tasted it.

When Lu Hao looked at Xu Chen with the eyes of a monster, Xu Chen realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "You haven't heard of this article?"

"Unheard of!"

This can surprise Xu Chen, you must know that after Wang Bo finished this article, King Teng ordered someone to engrave it in King Teng's pavilion, and besides, such a famous article through the ages, how could he not have heard of it as a Yuzhang person!

Xu Chen of Tengwang Pavilion also went to see it not long ago, and he still stands on the shore of Ganshui. I just didn't pay attention to the stone carvings on the wall at that time.

"Have you heard of Wang Bo?" asked Xu Chen cautiously.

"But Prince An?"

"That's right, it's him!"

"Of course I've heard that Wang Zi'an was a famous talent back then!"

"He hasn't been to Yuzhang?"

"This... I don't know, and it's not written in the books. ”

"And where did he die?"

"The estuary east of Yangzhou, this was a big event back then, and it was recorded in many books, don't you know?" said Lu Hao and looked at Xu Chen strangely.

After listening, Xu Chen couldn't calm down for a long time, and the appearance of another strange thing made Xu Chen feel frightened, for a history graduate, the familiarity with history has made him feel that this qiē is taken for granted and cannot be changed, he thought that he had come to a familiar world, but this sudden strangeness made him feel strong discomfort, and even fear of the unknown.

This also created Xu Chen's style of acting in the future, where he must leave a line in everything and do not rely on his original memory.

Of course, the most direct benefit is that in the eyes of everyone, Xu Chen is already a great talent.

……

Looking at the man's contemptuous eyes, Xu Chen didn't say anything, and wrote down a few crosses.

"I'm sorry, Brother Shaoyou. I don't know if you can be born or not, so I'll borrow your things first. ”

"Is this poetry?" the man looked at the words on the paper, and his eyes began to have disdain. Although Xiao Er didn't know a few words, he saw that the poems written by others were neatly worded, but what Xu Chen wrote was obviously not aligned.

"Yes or no, it's not up to you to judge, just hand it in. Xu Chen looked at the guy coldly.

Looking at Xu Chen's cold eyes, the guy shuddered for no reason, and obediently handed the note to the steward.

"Give him the prize. ”

The person in charge is actually Wu Lao's scholar, this lantern riddle stall is just on the first floor of the Hong Building, when this poetry meeting was held, Wu Lao was in the spirit of picking up the missing and filling the gaps, thinking that he might be able to find one or two talented people in the market, so he let people set up such a stall on the first floor.

The steward has followed Wu Lao for so many years, and he is also quite skilled in poetry and writing, so he can naturally recognize this song and lyrics that are not very popular today, but he can write a song of the lower riba people to such a level, which shows that the author's writing skills are profound.

When he looked up to look for Xu Chen again, all he saw was a flowing crowd, so he had to report to his master first.

"Master, this is a piece of work that the old slave just received, and it is a piece of music. After the old man came upstairs, he bowed his head and said to Wu Lao.

"Oh?" Wu Lao still knows his old scholar well, and knows that he will not be untargeted, and the lyrics of this unpopular song must have something outstanding.

When I looked down, I said "Good word!" first.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels in secret. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

"The tune of the Queqiao Immortal," Wu Lao sighed after carefully considering it a few times, "I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it! The lyrics of the song can also make such a masterpiece! From then on, there will be no more poems on Qixi Festival!"

In a word, it is shocking!