The festival begins early in the morning and ends around midday, which means that all guests are expected to spend the whole day on the boat.

There are a lot of students from other places who come to Shengjing to participate in the examination, but Xie Wu posted a post to invite only a few dozen people, and they are all people who are famous in various places and are very hopeful of passing the examination.

As a poetry club, it is naturally impossible to have a person who is among the generals, even if the literary talent is outstanding, will not be invited, since ancient times, the civil and military are not separated, the literati are pretentious, and they boast of being high and virtuous, and most of them disdain to be with reckless martial artists. It's just that among them, the King of Jin is an outlier, firstly, he is a relative of the emperor, and secondly, he was a well-known romantic and talented man back then, even if he later became a military general, he was also a famous Confucian general, and it was because of this that Xie Wu dared to post to the Jin Palace.

There are more than 100 people, literati and students gathered together, and this poetry meeting can be called a grand event in Shengjing City.

After sailing, the boat sails from south to east, sailing along the wind in the blue waves, standing on the deck, you can enjoy the scenery on both sides of the strait.

I saw the willow branches brushing lightly, the blades of grass spreading, and the banks of the river were full of greenery, full of vitality.

The atmosphere on the painting boat is just right.

After Zhao Yiwan rejected another group of noble children who came to show her goodwill, she withdrew and hid in the stern of the boat, but she didn't want to run into Meng Sanshao, who also came to hide from Qingid.

"Yo, cousin Yi, what a coincidence." Meng Sanshao raised his hand to say hello.

Zhao Yi smiled, walked over and stood side by side with him, and said, "Why are you hiding here?" ”

"Those people in front of you are so annoying." Meng Sanshao was blunt, shrugged his shoulders and leaned on the wooden railing, muttering and complaining: "If it weren't for Cousin Lan threatening me and saying that I wouldn't come, she would have told my father about my brother's affairs, and she would have plucked out my brother's hair, otherwise I wouldn't have come." ”

His voice was not loud, but Zhao Yi heard it clearly, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "You were also called by Cousin Lan?" ”

"Are you too?!" Meng Sanshao looked back in surprise and exclaimed, shook his head and sighed: "It's amazing, that little girl even dares to threaten you, how can you get it in the future!" ”

As if remembering some painful memory, he added with a bitter face: "It seems that I will have to walk around her in the future." ”

Hearing him talk to himself, Zhao Yi couldn't help but laugh and said, "You don't have to walk around, because even if you don't meet, you can't escape." ”

Hearing this, Meng Sanshao suddenly gasped and lamented: "The sky is going to kill me!" Then he asked again, "What pigtails were you caught by Cousin Lan?" ”

Zhao Yixue shrugged his shoulders and said, "Cousin Lan just wrote a letter to my mother. ”

"I see." Meng Sanshao nodded, "From this point of view, in fact, I am luckier than you, Cousin Lan just asked Yahui's girl to pass on a message to me." ”

After that, I couldn't help but sigh for a long time.

Zhao Yi asked him, "Cousin Lan didn't tell you why you attended the poetry meeting?" ”

Meng Sanshao shook his head: "I didn't mention it, I just said that I was in attendance, and I didn't have to do anything else." ”

"Oh?" A shallow smile flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes, and he said lightly: "Maybe you asked us to come to the play." ”

Meng Sanshao's response was to raise his eyebrows with interest.

The two cousins talked again, and someone came to them, saying that the luncheon was about to begin, and invited them to the front.

Zhao Yi answered, and asked the man to go back first, and then slowly went to the front with Meng Sanshao.

In the middle of the boat is a two-story attic, with a banquet hall on the first floor and an observation deck on the second floor, where luncheons are held.

It was close to noon, and the people who were enjoying the scenery and chatting on the deck, talking about poetry and songs, entered the banquet hall one after another, and sat down under the leadership of the waiters, Zhao Yi and Meng Sanshao came back from the stern of the boat, and were immediately introduced into the hall, and after a while, the banquet began.

The young and beautiful maid came in, offering delicious food and wine, and with the sound of bells, drums and strings, the charming and moving dancer danced an elegant and soft dance, and everyone enjoyed the song and dance, and began to push the cup and change the lamp.

Since it is a poetry club, it is naturally impossible to just drink and listen to music, and after three rounds of drinking, everyone played a game of drumming and passing flowers.

According to the regulations, when the drum stops, the person holding the red flower will be punished, and everyone will discuss it, and the person who will be punished can choose to be punished for wine, or he can choose to be punished for poetry and pairs.

The next person brought the big red flower, and the drummer turned his back to the crowd and began to beat the drum, and the bright red flower was passed around, and soon, the drum stopped, and the man who had just received the red flower immediately became the first person to be punished.

It was a plainly dressed young man, and at first glance he knew that he was from a poor family, and he looked very thoughtful, but his expression was quite helpless.

He bowed his hand and said, "If you don't know Zheng Lang, you will voluntarily punish three glasses of wine." ”

Hearing this, everyone exclaimed.

It stands to reason that the poetry club is the place to be in the limelight, especially everyone is playing the game of drumming and passing flowers, generally some literary people, will want to take advantage of this, that is, the literary style, will also choose poetry, after all, the punishment of wine is too embarrassing, but the young man in front of him, as the first person to be punished, can be said to have taken advantage of the opportunity, but he chose to punish the wine, which in the eyes of everyone, is simply stupid and timid, everyone thinks that the man is a wreck.

Many people whispered.

An Shiyan shook his head and sighed: "This young man has talked to me a few words, and he looks like he has real talent, but he doesn't want to be so timid and afraid of things, and he can't be on the stage, it's a pity." ”

Zhou Yuhan, who was sitting next to him, had a bright eye, but he didn't smile.

The man surnamed Zheng didn't mind the discussion of everyone, and sat down after punishing himself with three cups.

Xie Wu got up and played a few rounds, and the game continued.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or God's favor, in the next few scenes, the safflower was won by Xie Wu many times, and the rest of the people who got the safflower were not as literary as his, and several people without exception chose to compose poems as pairs.

It's not that Xie Wuzuo's poems and pairs are good, it's just that as the organizer, the rest of the people who were punished were not as good as him, so everyone gave him face.

Xie Wu thought that everyone was praising him sincerely, and his heart became higher and higher.

was fined a few more times later, Xie Wu modestly chose to drink on the grounds of not wasting time and giving everyone the opportunity, but he didn't drink well, he was already a little drunk before, and after a few more drinks, he couldn't stand.

In order not to lose his temper in front of everyone, Xie Wu took advantage of the fact that his mind was still clear, and went back to the cabin to rest.

Meng Sanshao noticed that not long after Xie Wu left, the Oiran of Chunyi Building, who had been invited to help the fun, also quietly left the banquet hall. R1152