Chapter 286: Extreme Bitterness and Happiness

Li Xiaonuan looked at Zhou Jingran with a little surprise, and didn't know what to say, so she had to smile, as if she was a little shy and half-hung her eyes, and bent her knees slightly, which was considered to be an answer.

Cheng Ke stretched out his hand to hold Li Xiaonuan's hand, looked at Zhou Jingran and asked with a smile:

"How old have you been? Do you see any good poems and good words? ”

"What's so good? It's all clichés. ”

Zhou Jingran said as he turned around, gently patted the folding fan in his hand, and walked slowly forward side by side with Cheng Ke, Li Xiaonuan walked on the other side of Cheng Ke, peeked at Dai Shi, who was half a step behind and followed Zhou Jingran on the other side, shook Cheng Ke's hand, lowered his eyes, and walked forward with the well-behaved Ren Chengke.

Zhou Jingran and Cheng Ke were gossiping, and when they saw the red lantern with the words written, they stopped to take a look, and commented on two sentences, Zhou Jingran looked at seven or eight lanterns in a row, and shook his head,

"It's also called poetry? There's not even a song that is smooth, it's just nonsense!"

Cheng Ke laughed while watching, and agreed continuously,

"It's a pity for these lanterns!"

Li Xiaonuan followed Cheng Ke, smiling gently, while following behind, carefully looking at the poems on the lanterns, and looking at Dai from time to time, Dai was engrossed in Zhou Jingran, and followed step by step, lest he take half a step wrong.

Zhou Jingran and Cheng Ke criticized the poems on the lantern, and discussed all the way into a moon gate, and heard a greeting from a distance:

"Hug Pu, Yuan Hui."

The four of them hurriedly turned their heads to look, Mr. Sui Yun raised his hand, greeted Zhou Jingran and Cheng Ke with a smile on his face, and walked over here, Zhou Jingran and Cheng Ke hurriedly greeted him, Cheng Ke let go of Li Xiaonuan, and greeted Zhou Jingran with a long salute.

"Sir."

Mr. Suiyun pulled one with one hand with a smile, and Gu Xiao and Tang Muxian, who followed closely behind Mr. Suiyun, took half a step forward, bowed to the end, saluted Zhou Jingran and Cheng Ke, and said kind words with a smile.

Li Xiaonuan quietly rubbed back, half a step behind Cheng Ke, and stood respectfully, but Mr. Suiyun turned around, beckoned to her, called her over, and asked with a smile:

"I've been to the temple a few times, but I haven't seen you, have you been there after the year?"

"I've already been there."

Li Xiaonuan didn't say much, only answered Mr. Suiyun's question, Mr. Suiyun smiled and nodded slightly, Li Xiaonuan bent his knees with a smile and retreated behind Cheng Ke, Gu Xiao turned his head, looked at Li Xiaonuan fixedly, slightly distracted, Cheng Ke seemed to casually raise his hand and patted Gu Xiao's shoulder heavily, and asked with a smile:

"Why are you alone looking at the lights?"

Gu Xiao came to his senses and replied with a smile:

"I'll accompany Mr., and Brother Muxian ......"

Zhou Jingran raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Cheng Ke with a smile in his eyes, and then looked at Gu Xiao, looked at Li Xiaonuan out of the corner of his eye, laughed, and let Mr. Suiyun and the group walk slowly inside.

Cheng Ke stretched out his hand to take Li Xiaonuan, Zhou Jingran and Mr. Suiyun talked, and slowly walked to the side close to Li Xiaonuan, Li Xiaonuan turned his head to look at Dai who was two steps behind and following Zhou Jingran, and then glanced at Zhou Jingran, who was talking happily with Mr. Suiyun, hesitated, lowered his eyes, let Cheng Ke hold hands, and walked forward side by side with everyone, ignoring Dai who was left behind.

Qingping led in front, and everyone stopped looking at the poems on the lanterns, and walked straight to the main hall behind.

In front of the main hall, there is no red lantern for people to leave poems, but there are more than a dozen poems and lanterns written with famous poems and sentences of various dynasties.

The figures in the hall swayed, it seemed that a lot of people had gathered, Zhou Jingran and Mr. Suiyun were in front, Cheng Ke led Li Xiaonuan, politely let Dai's go, followed Dai's up the steps, Gu Xiao and Tang Muxian were at the end, and the group entered the hall leisurely.

Li Xiaonuan looked at the situation in the hall curiously, the hall was extremely spacious, and there were dozens of burning carbon basins around it, which made the hall extremely warm.

In the middle of the main hall, there are a few high days, there are only five candlesticks on the several, under the bright candlesticks, there are a bunch of gold ingots, there is an extremely simple jade on the ingots, there are more than a dozen armchairs scattered next to it, dozens of drum stools, there is a wide low couch on the east side, the couch is covered with a new autumn fragrance brocade forging thick cushion, and the light is glowing with a faint cocoon.

Qian Jiyuan was wearing a white cocoon silk wide-sleeved gown, wringing his brows, sitting on the couch, lifting his chin, holding the rice paper with poems written in his hand, shaking his head slightly, Li Xiaonuan looked at Qian Jiyuan curiously, he was very thin, although he was sitting, he could also see that he was tall, his face was a little long, his edges and corners were clear, his beard was mixed with some gray, and his hair was mixed with a few wisps of white, without wearing a hat, with a jasper cloud hairpin that was much larger than the average hosta, and the whole person looked rugged and proud, as if he had been looking at the characters in the world.

It's a bit of a poet's unflattering look, Li Xiaonuan was in a puffed belly, and his eyes moved to the west of the main hall, where there were two huge long tables, on which were placed more than a dozen inkstones and pen holders full of brushes, and a thick stack of rice paper was piled up at both ends.

The hall was in groups of three or five, full of literati and students, some of whom were contemplating; Some frowned, chattering, and walking back and forth; Some of them looked at it and didn't know where it was, as if they had come up with a god; Some of them are gesturing in the air with the fan in their hands, and they don't know if they are practicing words or considering words; Some walked a few steps in front of them, picked up their pens and quickly wrote a few lines, and then stared there; There are also those who talk leisurely and leisurely look at the excitement around them.

Seeing Zhou Jingran and a group of people coming in, some of the literati and scholars in the hall knew each other, and hurriedly greeted the salute, and those who didn't know each other hurriedly followed the salute.

Qian Jiyuan put down the rice paper in his hand, raised his chin, frowned and looked at Zhou Jingran and Mr. Suiyun, who had walked to the middle of the hall, reluctantly moved, put on shoes, stood up and saluted.

"Lord Jing is so Yaxing today, and Brother Tang is also good Yaxing."

"I heard that you got good poems and good sentences today, I can't wait for tomorrow, hurry up and come over to enjoy it."

Mr. Suiyun laughed, and replied with a long bow, Zhou Jingran bowed slightly, which was considered to be a return of the salute, and said with a smile:

"I heard that Lord Qian offered a reward for a thousand gold to ask for a run, he was really generous, I don't know if he got a good idea?"

Cheng Ke took Li Xiaonuan by the hand, looking at the excitement with a smile in his eyes, Dai followed behind Zhou Jingran nervously, hanging his head, wanting to get closer, but not daring to get too close, Gu Xiao and Tang Muxian followed behind Mr. Suiyun with a humble smile on their faces.

Qian Jiyuan drooped his eyelids and said lukewarmly:

"Really good poems and good words, a thousand daughters can't exchange a word, if it's so easy to ask, there are too many talents in the world."

Qian Jiyuan said while letting everyone go to the armchair in front of the couch, followed Mr. Yun to the cloak, handed it to the accompanying servant, squinted his eyes and looked at Qian Jiyuan, who was shaking off his body full of awkwardness and pride, shook his head lightly with a smile, sat down, Zhou Jingran smiled disapprovingly, and also waited by Dai's to go to the cloak, sat down, took the tea served by the little servant, looked at Qian Jiyuan and said:

"There is some truth in what Lord Qian said."

Dai handed Zhou Jingran's cloak to the girl who accompanied him, put his hand on the strap of his cloak, turned his head to look at Li Xiaonuan hesitantly, and saw that Li Xiaonuan had already gone to the cloak, and also went to the cloak and handed it to the little girl, and stood behind Zhou Jingran's chair with his hands down.

Cheng Ke didn't pay attention to others, only pulled Li Xiaonuan, and sat down on the first two chairs under Mr. Suiyun, but Gu Xiao and Tang Muxian didn't dare to sit down, and stood behind Mr. Suiyun's chair with their hands down.

The little guy served the tea up, Zhu Qing hurriedly took two steps forward and picked up the cup in the tray and gave it to Li Xiaonuan, Li Xiaonuan took the cup, handed a cup to Cheng Ke, took another cup, and slowly brought it to his mouth, as if tasting tea, but his eyes looked at Qian Jiyuan, and listened intently to Mr. Suiyun and others.

"This year, I haven't seen a new poem and a half sentence from Lord Qian, and Lord Qian has been thinking about it recently?"

Mr. Suiyun said with a smile, as if joking, Qian Jiyuan glanced at him, and replied in a flat voice:

"I'm only thinking about it for a year, but Brother Tang hasn't thought about it for decades, and I haven't seen Brother Tang have a single word of new poetry or new sentence in the past few decades."

Li Xiaonuan lowered her head, pursed her lips and snickered, this Qian Jiyuan is really mean. Mr. Suiyun took a sip of tea, looked at Qian Jiyuan, and said with a smile:

"I am the most incompetent in that poem, I was born dull, and I can do learning, but I can't write poetry and fill in the words."

"Do learning, but the word hard, this writing poems and lyrics is about a natural spirituality, and you can't write it."

Mr. Suiyun swallowed the tea in his mouth hard, coughed lightly, Zhou Jingran looked at Qian Jiyuan, and said with concern:

"Lord Qian seems to have lost weight again, and it is a tiring thing to write poems and lyrics."

"Poetry is very important, between words and sentences, don't think about it a hundred times and thousands of times, that shocking words, only that one, you have to find it, this poem thinks about it, like a sick idiot, the liver and intestines are broken, poetry, bliss, is also a very hard thing."

Qian Jiyuan seemed to sigh with emotion all of a sudden, Li Xiaonuan sipped his tea, looked at Qian Jiyuan, and then glanced at Zhou Jingran and Mr. Suiyun, who frowned slightly, gently pulled Cheng Ke, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Qian's words remind me of a note I read before."

Zhou Jingran turned his head to look at Li Xiaonuan, a smile flashed in his eyes, and Mr. Sui Yun lowered his eyes and drank tea calmly.

"Oh?"

Cheng Ke raised his eyebrows and gestured to Li Xiaonuan, Li Xiaonuan looked up at Qian Jiyuan, and continued in a gentle voice:

"It is a senior's notes on his own learning, which describes his hard work in doing learning, which is similar to what Mr. Qian said, and there is a small word, which is very interesting."

Ahem, the second shift, around two o'clock in the afternoon.