At the end of a dragon boat race, the sun hung high on both sides of the river, the sky was already a little stuffy, and the high willows by the Liuyuntai River were hanging down to isolate the sultry, but they did not isolate the noise. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But at the moment when Young Master Yanzi stopped, the noise suddenly disappeared, and the silence made people a little uncomfortable.

Xue Qing's hand was still writing, but Young Master Yanzi didn't read it again, just looked at it seriously, and other people around him also gathered around, no one made a sound, and what he could see and what he couldn't see was just watching.

The cicada clothes and Nuan Nuan who came over were even more uneasy.

Nuan Nuan said: "They don't speak anymore, they are all watching, is it that Young Master Qingzi writes very well?"

Yes, Cicada Yi thought, but she was not sure, the young master read a few sentences written by Xue Qing, although she heard it, but she didn't know if it was good or bad if she didn't understand poetry..... At this time, I suddenly regretted not following Xue Qing to study.

The shopkeeper who was standing aside and was in charge of copying and delivering poems was also a little puzzled.

After all, the third floor is specially invited to invite some famous student scribes, not only for these literati specially equipped with shop men, other guests are also there, many are readers, watching the rise of the dragon boat may have to chant poems to express it, in case there is a chance of a masterpiece, even if there is not, Liuyuntai will also be cheered.

So downstairs a group of young students held a poetry meeting, naturally they had to arrange people to wait, although half a day had passed and nothing had been done, of course it was made, but it was not good to not let the transcription and recitation at all, and they were rotten and burned.

Now that someone has finally written a poem, is it good or not? Can it be copied this time or is it still thrown into the incense burner on the side? Why is this time not as noisy as before, but silent?

Xue Qing didn't react to the silence around him, and stopped writing a poem in one go.

"Alright. She said, first looking at the young master Yanzi in front of her.

Young Master Yanzi also raised his head to look at her, he was tall, sitting almost the same as Xue Qing leaning over, Xue Qing also saw his appearance clearly, his eyebrows were clear, his chin was slightly pointed, and he was very good-looking.

Xue Qing smiled at him.

Although I don't know why this little boy laughed, Young Master Yanzi didn't laugh.

"Xue Qing. He called the name earnestly and said, "Good poetry." ”

When these words came out, the originally quiet teenagers suddenly became noisy and stretched out their hands to the piece of paper.

“... I'll read..."

“.. Let me take a look..."

“... Don't rob..."

The teenagers under Gao Liu pushed noisily and pushed Xue Qing aside, and Liu Chunyang had already been squeezed to the point that the fan had fallen off, and finally a young man got the paper.

Read it out loud. The others shouted.

Is there a poem that you can finally read? The shopkeeper on the side immediately picked up his spirit and picked up his pen.

The young man's voice was clear and high, but he trembled slightly, not because of timidity, but because of excitement.

“... On the fifth day of May, the sky was clear, and the poplars were crying around the river...."

As he recited, the other teenagers followed suit, one by one, two people, standing, sitting, shaking fans, holding pens, their eyes blazing.

“.... Before the king went out of the county, the river had already heard the harmony of Qi. ”

“.... When the king comes out, he is accurate, and the horse has been led by the red flag. ”

Gao Liuxia's voice overshadowed the noise of the people outside and the cicadas on the trees, the shopkeepers worked hard to write, the teenagers finished reading and began to read again, and the shopkeepers also continued to write, he wanted to copy multiple copies and send them to various places for appreciation... Of course, it must be recited in Liuyuntai first, and then sent out after being verified.

It's also about the reputation of the gimbal.

After a few copies were written, the teenagers still read aloud, and the shopkeeper had to put down his pen before he remembered that he hadn't written his name.

"Who is this young master?" he hurriedly grabbed the nearest young man.

The young man's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand and pointed to that side, and said, "Xue Qing." ”

The shopkeeper didn't look at who Xue Qing was, as long as he knew the name, he immediately wrote it down, thought about it and added a line in front of Xue Qing's name.

Formation Society, Xue Qing.

"Racing song. He raised a stack of papers in his hand and said in a loud voice, running away as if flying, "A new song." ”

.......

In the hall on the second floor, after a round of dragon boat races, the girls standing by the railing started to be other lively, or huddled together and giggled, or stood outside the railing and looked into the distance... Looking at the teenagers downstairs, no one cares about the results of the dragon boat race, they just care about the excitement of going out to have fun.

Guo Bao'er was a little unhappy, because Liu Wu'er couldn't be taunted in person when she ran away, but this didn't prevent her from being proud, but there weren't many girls who listened to her, either perfunctory or pretending not to hear.

Qin Sulan pulled her sleeve and grinned, "... Bao'er, don't be stupid, be careful of the Liu family's people beating you. ”

Guo Bao'er glared and said, "They dare... I beat them ten by one. ”

Qin Sulan giggled, and while she was laughing, a girl ran in with a piece of paper and handed it to a girl, who immediately stood up.

“... There are new poems written.." She said loudly.

Some of the girls in the room looked over, but more of them were still laughing.

Guo Bao'er held her chin in her hand, threw a bean into her mouth, and said, "... I still have poems, and my ears are dry. None of the good ones. ”

Qin Sulan took the small mirror to straighten her hair, and hummed while saying, "... It's all so well written, it's not interesting. ”

The girl was already reading aloud, and at first the hall was laughing and laughing, but gradually her voice became quieter and quieter.

“.. Babble..."

“.. Shh

“... Listen..."

Guo Bao'er sat up straight, the beans in her hand fell on the table, and Qin Sulan held the small mirror but only looked at the girl who was reciting the poem.

At the end of the day, the girls in the hall seemed to come back to their senses.

"This... It's interesting. Qin Sulan said.

Although I am not very good at writing poetry, I can still listen to poetry well or badly, and poetry is also a kind of beauty, and it is human nature to appreciate beauty.

Guo Baoer slapped the table and said, "Good poetry." ”

The whole hall came alive.

"Read it again..."

“.. Give me pen and paper.. I'm going to copy it down..."

“... Ah, who is the author? Is it Lin Xianxiucai?"

Author, a girl with bright eyes and a fine sweat on her forehead, her eyes fall on the back of the paper.

"The Society," she said, but opened her mouth but didn't make another sound, her expression a little puzzled.

The association may not be known to outsiders, but most of the girls here know it, because it is a poetry club formed by some students in the Liudao Quanshan Society..... For the teenagers, the girls will naturally pay more attention, and Shicai has been watching upstairs for a while, and the association is downstairs, and the girls who are waiting to listen with their ears pricked up are busy urging.

"What's wrong?"

"Say it quickly. ”

"What's the point of selling at this time? ”

The girl looked up at everyone and said, "No, this... This one.. It's a little weird. ”

What's strange about the author?

"Is it a strange name?"

"Isn't it Zhou?"

"Is it from Xiliang?"

The girls asked.

The girl shook her head and looked at Guo Bao'er.

Guo Bao'er was also looking at her, her eyes collided, she blinked, and said, "See what I'm doing?"

The girl said: "The author is, Xue Qing." ”

Xue Qing: Sounds familiar....

With a click, the small mirror in Qin Sulan's hand fell on the table.

"Xue. Green. She said, looking at Guo Bao'er.

Guo Baoer's eyes were still blinking, but he was motionless.

Xue: Green...?

Xue: Green...?