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On the way. The corridor in front of the winding path turns, the light shines, what catches the eye is a large garden, there are women leading the guests from time to time in the covered bridge connected to the front and back houses, the sound of silk and bamboo in the air faintly comes, and then a few steps away, the lanterns in front are everywhere, the light is like day, crowded with servants and guests. A picture of a feast gradually appeared in the night.

Zhou Ning straightened his clothes and easily blended into the crowd.

Most of the scholars present were some scholars in Confucian shirts, most of them were not well-known people, and there were also a few thinly dressed scholars chanting poems in a corner of the garden.

He smiled slightly, but didn't say anything.

At the other end of the garden, Tang Bohu was sitting down at a stone table, lifting a paintbrush to paint there, and there were two people sitting opposite him, Zhu Zhishan, who was also one of the four great talents of Suzhou, Wen Zhengming.

Among the three, Tang Bohu has the highest literary talent; Zhu Zhishan is good at poetry and writing, especially calligraphy, and his name moves the sea; Wen Zhengming, who spoke modestly and gently, was excellent in poetry, literature, calligraphy, and painting, and was known as an all-rounder of the "Four Uniques".

At this time, Tang Bohu finished making a "Ink Bamboo Drawing", threw the pen back into the pen holder, and chatted with the other two.

"What do you think of my drawing?"

"It doesn't seem to be as good as Zhou Zhongdao that day."

"Oh, it's a pity that Zhou Zhongdao could have become a generation of poetry, calligraphy and painting, and over time, it is not impossible to compete with the Wu family, it is said that ...... still died in Yangzhou City. ”

Speaking of Zhou Ning, the expressions on the faces of several people looked a little complicated, that day at the Zhiyuan Literary Conference, they were all suppressed by this person in Suzhou, although the literati were light, but in their hearts, they still admired this person.

During the conversation, a few maidservants brought almost wine, and when the wind blew through the courtyard, a corner of the garden was quite shady, and Wen Zhengming had seen and heard a lot, so he told some anecdotes from all over the place. is mostly around the current situation in the literary world of the Great Sui, the three of them are all knowledgeable people, and various topics are quite interesting to talk about, but Tang Bohu has a match and no match.

If that guy was still alive, he might be friends with him, probably......

At this time, sitting in a corner of the garden, chatting with two friends, Tang Bohu thought like this.

After a moment, Wen Zhengming's voice became a little stammering, "That's not ...... Zhou Zhongdao? ”

"How could it be ......"

Tang Bohu said without thinking about it.

The time was night, the lights were bright, Tang Bohu looked at Wen Zhengming's gaze, and saw a figure in a green shirt standing in the crowd listening to poetry, he also knew the person who recited poetry, it was Wang Shizhen, a very famous genius in Pengcheng, and his voice of poetry was faintly heard in the noise: "How is Wutou Chuwei Road?" The smoke and rain are deep and dark. Take advantage of the cold tide to cross the river at night, and the yellow leaves and geese in the forest are full of ......"

"Is it really Zhou Zhongdao?"

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White moonlight fell through the trees. Mixed with bursts of deep insect chirping, Zhou Ning glanced at Wang Shizhen, this person he had heard, and once copied his calligraphy, was a person in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, able to identify calligraphy, painting, Ding Yi's genus, fine gold stone seal carving, poetry for a generation of master craftsmen, and Zhu Yizun and called. The calligraphy is like a Jin person. I didn't expect to see him here at this time.

Just as he was about to walk towards the main banquet hall, a voice called his name came from behind him, and the voice was familiar.

"Zhou Zhongdao, why are you here?"

I didn't expect to meet the old man here, Zhou Ning turned his head with a smile and looked at Tang Bohu: "It turned out to be Brother Tang, don't come here for a long time?" ”

Compared with the previous tsundere, Tang Bohu was quite enthusiastic at this time, took Zhou Ning's hand, and said happily: "It turns out that you are not dead, come on, come, I will take you to meet Liu Gong and introduce you to you." ”

Zhou Ning originally wanted to meet this great master of the literary world, but he did not refuse Tang Bohu's kindness, squeezed through the crowd with him, and walked to the main hall. At this moment, an elegant-looking and quite handsome Confucian came out of the crowd, his gaze stayed on Zhou Ning for a moment, and then asked, "Who is Zhou Zhongdao?" ”

Zhou Ning glanced at him and arched his hand: "It's down there." ”

"I am under Qian Qianyi, and I have long admired Brother Zhou's name." The person who came arched his hand, with a smile on his face.

This person's name is a little more familiar with Qing history, in fact, everyone knows that he is one of the leaders of the poetry circle in the early Qing Dynasty. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, as the leader of the Donglin Party, he was already quite influential. Ma Shiying and Ruan Dacheng supported King Fu in Nanjing, and Qian Qianyi attached to him as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites. After the Qing Dynasty, he still served as a waiter in the Ministry of Rites. Putting aside his character, this person is very knowledgeable, has a wide range of history, Buddhism, and poetry alone, and is actually a very remarkable character.

Zhou Ning glanced at him and didn't figure out the situation for a while. I only heard that Qian Qianyi and said: "I have heard the reputation of Brother Zhou's five-step poem for a long time, and even Gong Xie said that Brother Zhou and Li Taibai share the poetry talent of the world, and I really admire it very much, we have a poetry meeting that is about to be held, I don't know if Brother Zhou can take the time to go to the gathering." ”

Zhou Ning blinked. Under the current circumstances, he had no intention of going.

"I'm sorry...... It's only a shallow learning in the next place, so I still don't want to chatter. ”

"Brother Zhou is talented, the day in the garden poetry will be two poems stunning four, today is Liu Gong's birthday, Brother Zhou why not leave a masterpiece, future generations to talk about, also become a good story, Brother Zhou...... Don't you look down on us and wait, or are you just in vain......"

Zhou Ning frowned slightly: "Brother Qian, forgive me, I really have no intention of writing poetry today." ”

turned around and said to Tang Bohu: "Trouble Brother Tang to lead the way." ”

Hearing Zhou Ning's refusal, Qian Qianyi was slightly stunned, he still didn't mean to give up, but he didn't continue to entangle, followed Zhou Ning all the way, and several people just said this and walked into the main hall.

When you enter the main hall, the atmosphere is much more intense than outside, and most of the people present are some gorgeously dressed literati, or some disciples of the door valve.

There are more than ten tables in the hall against the wall, which are full of delicacies and delicacies, which can be enjoyed by others.

Tang Bohu said in a low voice: "The two women over there are Wang Shichong's niece Dong Shuni, and Li Valve's daughter Li Xiuning, both of whom are famous flowers, just take a look at Brother Zhou." ”

Li Xiuning...... So, Li Shimin may also be here? ”

Zhou Ning looked over there and saw only six or seven noble sons, among the male and female guests, two beautiful girls were talking in a group, which was quite eye-catching.

After taking his eyes away from the second daughter, Zhou Ning saw at a glance that there were three people sitting in a group of sour branch chairs on the side of the hall, and the others could only stand aside, which highlighted the status of these three people.

The man on the left is about sixty years old, with white hair, ragged clothes, a wine gourd at his waist, and a crystal clear jasper stick behind him.

The other is wearing a long shirt and starry sideburns, but his appearance is only middle-aged, and he is elegant and elegant, giving people a sense of otherworldliness. Presumably this person is Liu Yuxi.

Zhou Ning's heart was slightly cold, Liu Yuxi didn't care, with his skills at the moment, he still couldn't figure out the depth of this old man, who was this person?

Sitting and talking with the two of them was a tall military general, with dark skin and a faint light between his eyes.

At this moment, the three of them, as if they noticed that Zhou Ning was watching them, shot at Zhou Ning in unison.

Zhou Ning was shocked and calmed down.

At this moment, he saw a person who should not have appeared here among the guests, Xiang Zhuang, who was blind with a long sword at his waist and one eye, was looking at him with some surprise, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Zhou Ning?"

Why is this guy here?

At this time, Tang Bohu said loudly: "Liu Gong, this is the first talent in Yangzhou, the famous Zhou Ning Zhou Zhongdao. ”

At this moment, Zhou Ning felt several different breaths instantly lock on him, and several of them were full of murderous intent.

Liu Yuxi, who was in the seat, was slightly stunned, and said with some surprise: "But Zhou Ning and Zhou Zhongdao, who made the Eight Immortal Songs in the drink?" ”