Xue: Green?

At this time, the name was also being announced in the hall on the third floor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Compared with the girls on the second floor, everyone is unfamiliar with the Formation Society, not to mention the name Xue Qing.

"I don't know which one?"

“.. Haven't you heard of it every day?"

“.. Is it a foreigner?"

The literati in the hall asked each other, and Yang Jingchang, who walked to the door from outside, saw that the atmosphere in the hall was a little puzzled, especially when he saw that Lin Xian, who was sitting in his seat, did not argue with others about the wording of a poem, and the scrutiny had already made him spend a cup of tea.... So there are only three lines of poetry to be made, and it is still unfinished.

Yang Jingchang was really tired of listening, and went to the clean room under the pretext to avoid it, why was Lin Xian lying quietly on the table writing hard at this time, while the others in the hall were noisy?

Yang Jingchang walked back to his position and saw Lin Xian writing poems, the poems were not short, he had already written four or five sentences, and there was no sign of stopping.

Lin Xian's nephew finally figured it out. He praised.

Lin Xian didn't raise his head and said: "Definitely, this is a good poem, but it wasn't written by me... Well, of course I can write such a good ... Ponder for a moment. ”

Yang Jingchang then understood that there was another poem coming, it seems that this time the poem is very good, so that Lin Xian began to copy and admire, he leaned over to see Lin Xian's writing, while reading out loud, while reading and admiring, it is really a good poem, happy and vivid, Lin Xian has finished copying, thought about it and wrote the author's name, Yang Jingchang naturally followed and read: "The Formation Society... Xue Qing... Babbling.."

His voice stopped abruptly and hissed again.

Lin Xian has always been keen, raised his head and said, "What?"

Yang Jingchang's expression was a little strange, pointing to the name at the end, and said, "This is, the person who wrote the poem?"

Lin Xian nodded, blew the paper in front of him, and said, "Yes, the Jielu Society, they said that it was a poetry club established by the students of Liudao Quanshan Social Studies... This poet is a student. ”

Liudao Quanshan Social Studies, students, Yang Jingchang smiled, shook his head again, and said, "That's it... It's supposed to be this kid.."

Lin Xian looked up at him and said, "Doctor Yang, doesn't you recognize this author?" and with a little excitement, "Please introduce me to me."

Yang Jingchang looked at him and said, "This... Actually, you've already seen it..."

Lin Xian looked at Yang Jingchang, Yang Jingchang raised his finger and pointed to the vacant seat on the side, and then gestured his height with his hand....

Don't... Be... That kid?

"Huh. Lin Xian stood up in fright.

Ha, and the shopkeeper of Liuyuntai was also looking at the paper in his hand and sighed.

"How's that? The stewards next to him said.

"Although it can't be said to be the best, it must be regarded as the best in this Dragon Boat Festival poem. The shopkeeper said, a smile appeared on his face, and he clapped his hand, "I can also show my face this time, and it will be passed on in the future." ”

This racing song, it is necessary to add a sentence in May of the first year of Jianxing Dragon Boat Festival Liuyuntai to watch the dragon boat.... It's gone down in history.

"Quickly copy multiple copies and send this poem out quickly. He said.

The bookkeeper had already written a stack of books, and seven or eight men picked them up and ran out, and a moment later, the song spread throughout the dragon boat race.

However, this is a matter of later, and Xue Qing at this time is still in the Yulu Society to continue her purpose of making this poem...... Not for everyone to recite, but for Liu Chunyang to admit defeat.

After a few recitations, the teenagers quieted down, but they couldn't hide their curiosity around Xue Qing and asked.

“... Did you read at home?"

“... Who's under whom?"

“... How old are you this year?"

Xue Qing replied one by one: ".. I've read some books... There are no teachers... Thirteen years old. ”

Some teenagers simply asked, "Do you want to join our association?" ”

Xue Qing smiled and thanked him and did not answer, but said: "Senior brothers, wait a minute, these praises dare not be taken seriously, and it is better to judge them together after the young master Chunyang composes the poem." ”

Only then did everyone remember that there was a bet between Liu Chunyang and Composer Poetry.

Young Master Yanzi said: "Young Master Chunyang makes good poems, Young Master Qingzi, your poems are still good poems." ”

Xue Qing smiled at him and thanked him, all the teenagers love poetry, although they are not satisfied with Liu Chunyang's attitude, but they are not aimed at poetry, the more good poems, the better, and he was busy calling Liu Chunyang at the moment, but he didn't find it for a while, until he found a young man standing in the corner.

The young man was pushed out, but except for the fan that was dropped, his clothes were neat, but his expression was a little messy, and he was shouted by everyone a few times before he came back to his senses.

Young Master Yanzi looked at him, raised the pen in his hand, and said, "Young Master Chunyang, it's your turn." ”

Liu Chunyang's eyes were round, his breath was stagnant, and he looked at a wooden frame surrounded by teenagers, and the poem written by Xue Qingshi was hung on it.

"Young Master Chunyang, it's your turn. ”

The teenagers got out of the way, hung a blank piece of paper next to Xue Qing's poems, and stretched out their hands to invite.

Liu Chunyang stood motionless, breathing heavier and heavier.

Young Master Yanzi said: "Chunyang, you..." was interrupted by Liu Chunyang before he finished speaking.

"Don't rush. He hoarsely said, "I admit defeat." ”

Creak... Didn't you even try? The teenagers were a little surprised.

"Shicai said that let Xue Qing compose poems first, so as not to scare Xue Qing into writing poems first.... At this time, he was the one who was scared. A teenager whispered.

Young Master Yanzi shook his head and did not speak.

Xue Qing said: "... If the time is in a hurry, the Chunyang teenager can think about it for a while, the article is natural, and it is wonderful by chance, so there is no need to rush. ”

Before the others could speak, Young Master Yanzi babbled, looked at Xue Qing, and said, "Good poetry." ”

Good poems? There are good poems? The teenagers looked at Xue Qing.

Young Master Yanzi turned the pen in his hand, flicked his sleeves and stopped on the paper, and said: "The article is natural, and it is wonderful by chance, this is the beginning of the sentence, can you have it below?"

The teenagers reacted and read these two sentences over and over again, looking surprised.

"It seems ordinary, but it is full of meaning. ”

"Good poems, good poems, come and read them. ”

Everyone urged.

Xue Qing smiled bitterly and arched his hand: "... And not .... Quoting the sayings of the ancients. ”

The teenagers pondered, "The ancients said, which ancient? ”

Xue Qing said: "... I read a book when I was a kid... I don't remember it either. ”

The teenagers regretted and pondered which ancient man had said such a thing..... If it's subtle, it's impossible not to be widely known.

Young Master Yanzi looked at Xue Qing with a smile and didn't say anything, everyone's attention turned to Xue Qing again, but Liu Chunyang, who was standing on the side, didn't breathe a sigh of relief, his expression was even more ugly, and his almond eyes, which had always been bright, were a little dazed.

How is this possible, Xue Qing can actually compose poems, and he writes them so well, when he looked at the poem sentence by sentence on the page, his mind was confused.

He couldn't think of any poems.

"How can you write poetry? You haven't read a book. Liu Chunyang suddenly said in a dumb voice, "You, shouldn't it be copied." ”

Xue Qing looked at him and smiled, but did not speak.

In the eyes of others, this expression is helpless and disdainful of arguing... is one level higher than Liu Chunyang.

“... Young Master Chunyang, this is the inferior..."

“... Copied poems, do you think we are all unlearned..."

“... Losing is losing, dare to bet and dare to lose, why do you bother..."

The teenagers said one after another, Liu Chunyang's face turned red, yes, if it was copied, how could he not know that such a good poem could not be unknown, if it was made by someone else for Xue Qing...... It's even more impossible, because he also made a temporary move to find Xue Qing to gamble on poetry, and when he saw the people from the Lu Society downstairs, he just asked them to be a witness.

I didn't expect that it was myself who witnessed it in the end.

Liu Chunyang's face was red and white for a while, and he turned around and left.

Young Master Yanzi shouted, "Young Master Chunyang, but you admit defeat?"

Liu Chunyang turned his back to everyone and stopped and hummed: "I said it, admit defeat." ”

Young Master Yanzi said, "What about the gambling contract?"

Liu Chunyang's body stiffened, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly, and he was panting for breath.

Xue Qing said: "... It's just a joke, you don't really have to make any bets, as long as Young Master Chunyang doesn't want to pestering him in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Chunyang turned around with a red face and said, "When did I, Liu Chunyang, speak nothing... Hugh will dishonor me. ”

As he spoke, he bowed to Xue Qing and shouted from his throat: "Big brother." ”

With that, he turned around and hid his face and ran away.

Nuan Nuan hurriedly avoided the way, couldn't help clapping her hands and giggling, and was pulled by the cicada..... Humiliating such a young master is not something they can do.

Xue Qing shook his head and said, "Young Master Chunyang is also arrogant." ”

Young Master Yanzi said: "A gentleman makes a promise, how can he not believe his word." ”

Xue Qing saluted him and said, "I've disturbed your seniors Yaxing today." ”

Young Master Yanzi laughed and said, "That's a bad thing, you guys are giving us a good society, not to mention that you have such a good poem." ”

Xue Qing said something like a smile.

"Young Master Qingzi.. Will you be able to read later?" asked a teenager, with some concern.

The so-called later naturally refers to after being rejected by Mr. Qingxia.

Xue Qing nodded and said, "There are readings." "Didn't say much.

Young Master Yanzi said, "Is Young Master Qingzi interested in joining our Society?"

Xue Qing said: "I want to discuss this with my husband, and everyone knows that my homework is very important now." ”

A teenager sighed, "You don't really want to take the top prize, do you?"

Xue Qing said: "A gentleman keeps his promise, how can he not believe his words." "This is a retelling of the words of Young Master Yanzi.

Young Master Yanzi smiled and said, "Then wait for Young Master Qingzi to explore the Toad Palace." ”

He didn't say that the Toad Palace was laurelous, but only said that he would explore the Toad Palace and expressed more sincere wishes.

Xue Qing crossed his hand and bowed, thanked the other teenagers again and said goodbye, Young Master Yanzi and others gave salutes and watched Xue Qing walk away, whether the little boy made a bet or won, he always behaved calmly and naturally.

A teenager sighed: "This Xue Qing looks very good. ”

"Maybe he didn't brush his sleeves and did the article that day, and Mr. Qingxia would accept him. The other teenager said, with a bit of pity, "It's a pity." ”

If you can worship under Mr. Qingxia, such a smart young man will definitely be able to learn and improve, and there is that gentleman in Chang'an City who can compare to Mr. Qingxia.

Young Master Yanzi didn't speak, his eyes fell on the paper hanging on the wooden shelf, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Bah... The word," he said.

Shicai only cares about the poems are amazing and messy, but he doesn't pay attention to the font, he just feels that the writing is clean.

Young Master Yanzi stood in front of the paper and said, "Good words." ”

The other teenagers gathered around when they heard the sound, and the sound of babbling rose again under the high willows.

And Xue Qing and the three of them had already left Liuyuntai and blended into the lively crowd.

Nuan Nuan had already wiped away her tears and said, "Young master, I knew that you would win, and I also asked him to make a bed for you and add fragrance to the red sleeves." ”

Cicada Yi raised her hand and knocked her head, and said angrily: "Where did you learn it?" ”

Xue Qing laughed and said, "How can his girl be warm." ”

Nuan Nuan belched and held her face, hehehe.

"It's just that there's still a dragon boat race, you..."Xue Qing asked, and before he finished speaking, Cicada Yi shook his head.

"We don't look at it... It's hot and dizzy, let's go back. She said.

At the beginning, they might get dizzy in the place where they watched the dragon boat, but not on Liuyuntai's side, Xue Qing knew that she was afraid of getting into trouble and wanted to go back by herself, or not, she didn't know what kind of temperament Liu Chunyang was, Liu Wu'er didn't look easy to get along with, provoking complaints or something.

Now that they have been pressed on one end, it is good to avoid them first, and the three of them left here and walked home, passing by the vendor to buy a straw woven dragon boat for Nuan Nuan, and the little girl happily ran in front of her.

Cicada Yi glanced at Xue Qing, who was smiling, and said, "Qingzi, you can still compose poems." ”

Xue Qing said: "I won't." ”

Where would Cicada Yi believe it, only when Xue Qing was modest, he couldn't help but laugh after thinking about the scene of Shicai, and said, "Qingzi, how do you feel about Shicai?"

Is it the right person.... She doesn't know how to compose poems, but she can copy poems, which is a necessary skill for every protagonist who crosses, and she didn't expect this kind of thing to come so quickly, and so coincidentally... Just when she and Yang Jingchang happened to talk about the poems of the dragon boat race, she happened to think of the race song of Zhang Jianfeng of the Tang Dynasty that she had read.

Because the time and space here are different from the history she is familiar with, and the characters are also different, although Li Bai has it, there are many people who don't, such as Li Shangyin Lu You or something, so he asked Yang Jingchang if there was such a person as Zhang Jianfeng, Yang Jingchang thought for a while and shook his head and said that he had never heard of such a character.

After finishing speaking, Liu Chunyang sent it to the door, and what can he do, he is embarrassed not to slap his face.

Xue Qing stroked his robe and said, "Do you feel it, bullying people." ”

When Liu Chunyang proposed to compose poems as a gamble, he said that he was bullying, and Cicada Yi took it for granted that this bullying referred to Liu Chunyang's bullying of people, but now... Did he mean that he was bullying others?

Why do you say that? Cicada Yi took a few steps and pulled Xue Qing's sleeve and asked.

"I said that I was born to know Wenqu Xing, and compared it to a poem or something, isn't it that I am bullying people. ”

“....... Laughing again. ”

The three of them are talking and laughing away, and a new round of competition in front of the dragon boat race platform will start again.

Governor Li sounded the order again, gongs and drums shouted and cheered, and the people standing on the high platform were almost a little unable to stand, but everyone was smiling and admiring the scenery.

"This scene should only be in heaven..."

"There are a lot of poems today, right?"

The men of the famous families standing on the high platform were talking in a low voice while looking at the dragon boats breaking the waves in the river, and most of the topics were around today's poetry, and Li Zhifu was no exception.

"There are a few of the previous ones that are pretty good. He said with a smile that this was already a compliment.

A few people read those good poems to appreciate them, and some people separated the crowd and came up to the high platform, looking excited.

“... Another good poem... Look. ”

The paper, you push me, let it finally be delivered to Li Zhifu, Li Zhifu smiled and raised his sleeve to take the paper where the poem was written in front of him, and glanced at it first.

"Well, it's Yuefu. He said, reading from the first sentence, "On May 5, the sky was clear, and the poplar flowers were crying around the river...

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

He smiled at this, and so did the people around him.

The envoy naturally refers to the prefect, and the literati are also the most fond of touting..... Well, most of the poems are used to praise the prosperity of the times.

“... The drum beat three times and the red flag opened, and the two dragons jumped out of the floating water... The shadow of the wave flies thousands of swords, and the drums split the waves and thunder. ”

Governor Li's voice continued.

Well, yes, the smile on his face gradually closed, his eyes became serious, the people around him also pricked up their ears, the gongs and drums around him were like thunder, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall into the field, looking condescendingly.

“.... The drum is getting closer and closer, and the two dragons are looking at the mark like an instant.... The people on the slope were shocked, and the rod head was hung with rainbow halos. ”

Indeed, it is picturesque.

“... The front ship has won the bid for water, and the rear ship has lost ground and waved empty...... The sore eyebrows and blood are uncertain, and the hearts of the friends who lose the shore seem to be burning. ”

The laughter dissipated, Governor Li's voice became louder and louder, he even looked at the field, and there were more and more people around him, everyone listened to the loud voice, and their eyes were fixed on the dragon boat scenery in the river.

The sound of gongs and drums, the sound of cheers, the shaking of colored flags, and the dancing of weeping willows.

“..... I take a closer look at the race today, why should the right of way be held..... I don't want to go to the shore to rest, and it will be time to destroy the car. ”

The surroundings seemed to fall into silence for a moment, but the sight was still prosperous, moving and quiet, as far as it seemed to be real, and it seemed to be illusory.

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