Temporarily, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was going to Ningzhou, and the piano skills and singing and dancing suddenly became a lot less interesting, even the song "Night Rain and Light Breeze" carefully prepared by Lan Hui'er of Yishuifang did not arouse much atmosphere.

Time passed, and in addition to watching the excitement, the accompanying people could naturally go to the courtyard of Zhiyun Temple to take a walk if they didn't like to watch the show.

Zhiyun Temple is a famous temple in Ningzhou, there will be special donations every year to cultivate charity, and the flowers and gardens are naturally exquisite.

Just turn a few turns, towering trees can be seen everywhere, the season on the mountain is always later than the mountain, the red peach blossoms, the white pear blossoms, the purple begonias, all of them are budding to be released, the tender green branches are swaggering with the wind, and the breath of spring is rich and stacked full of a mountain.

"Dongming?" Along the garden to the east, under a high wall at the main gate of Zhiyun Temple, there was a boy in Tsing Yi, and the fat girl was surprised: "Why didn't you go fishing today?" ”

The boy turned his head to look at her, and then turned his head to look at the wall seriously, with a pensive look: "There used to be peach blossoms in front of the house, and there were beautiful people on the road." Compared with the green mountains where the wind passes, where is the beauty in the sunset? I think this sentence is more beautiful and meaningful, Jiang Sheng really deserves to be the first talent in Ningzhou. ”

"Cut, you seem to really understand." The fat girl pouted: "Jiang Sheng is inside, my lord invited him, there are real people who don't look at it, what's the point of running here to see the Wen Wall?" ”

Dong Ming glanced at her with disdain: "What do you know, the master said, the most interesting thing about Zhiyun Temple is this literary wall, a priceless treasure..."

Speaking of this, he waved his hand dissatisfiedly, his eyes full of disdain: "You are a fisherwoman's maid, you don't understand these things to tell you, where to be cool, where to stay, master, I am studying, maybe one day my poems can be engraved on this wall." ”

"You dare to say that my wife is a fisherwoman!" The fat girl's face was pulled down at once, and she grabbed Dongming's ear.

"A fisherwoman, a fisherwoman, was originally a fisherwoman." Dongming didn't change his words: "Fishing is originally self-cultivation, you look at your wife, she obviously insulted the elegant thing of fishing, that is, the fisherwoman." ”

The fat girl snorted, helpless: "Forget it, I don't remember the villain, my wife said, you are jealous, you are pitiful, obviously you can't do it, you have to find such and such an excuse." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at the wall with disdain, pouted, and looked very sorry: "I dare to call such a thing poetry, hey, it's really pitiful, and treat it as a treasure, my fisherwoman's maid is a hundred times stronger than these in two sentences." ”

"You... You don't understand... Uneducated, as uneducated as your fisherwoman, I don't blame you. ”

Dongming was so angry that the fat girl was happy, this is a poem on the wall, but everyone recognizes it as a good article, and many of them are recited by the world, the fat girl said this, he really didn't know what to say except for ridicule.

Forget it if she was scolded, Xing Dongming said that she was uneducated, and even Qiao Yue was scolded, this time the fat girl didn't do it, she was so angry that she spun around, found a small stone on the ground and began to scratch.

"Hmph, you show me a good look, see who of us is uneducated." The fat girl was not angry, squatted on the ground and drew it.

Three glasses and two light wines, compared to Fat Ya and Xing Dongming, the atmosphere in the garden inside is very dull.

"The lonely shadow is cold and cold, and the cicadas are singing and walking at night. Lao Jun's night white thousand river trees, the most immortal drunk and ruthless. Yes, yes, the last sentence is the most immortal drunk and ruthless, and it sublimates the artistic conception of this poem and the bitterness in my heart to the highest place, Jiang Sheng really deserves to be the first genius in Ningzhou, and this poem deserves to be a good word. ”

Xing Lao squinted his eyes, stroked his beard with one hand, and his head kept shaking from side to side, very seriously understanding the artistic conception of the poem.

Ye Junsheng was also proud, and secretly called luck in his heart, fortunately, Jiang Sheng was invited this time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Suddenly, Xing Lao shook his head again: "Hey! It's a pity, it's a pity, the poem is good, but the artistic conception doesn't match, the autumn cicadas don't sing, the snow scene that the night white Qianjiangshu said, the beginning is a lonely shadow, lonely and depressed melancholy, sublimated with the cold of the snow, this is a wonderful sentence, it's a pity that it's a pity here, but I don't know the truth that the autumn cicadas don't sing..."

"Xing Lao Gao." A man with a folding fan in his hand, dressed as a scholar, arched his hand: "Brother Jiang, where is the right or wrong sentence, even the title is off track, let's take spring as the theme, Brother Jiang's poem is afraid that it has gone too far." ”

"Exactly, exactly. It's too far off, and the number one talent in Ningzhou is nothing more than that, haha..."

A few scholars invited by Huang Jiayu's family next to him were also busy echoing.

"Well, it makes sense, it makes sense, the lotus fragrance is light and the path is quiet, the bamboo forest is clear and bright, in comparison, it is still Yunyuan's "Chai Yuan" is better."

Xing Lao shook his head and recited lightly, and finally came up with the best of this poetry meeting.

Obviously, this is not from Jiang Sheng, who was invited by the Ye family, but from Du Yunyuan, a talented man in the capital invited by the Huang family.

"Congratulations to Brother Yunyuan, Brother Xiyunyuan, this time Ningzhou has another good sentence."

"Yes! Brother Yunyuan really deserves to be a genius in the capital, and his shot is extraordinary. ”

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For a while, everyone congratulated.

Huang Hanyun was proud, and laughed: "Of course, Yunyuan is just a little famous in the capital, this poetry meeting didn't even have three points of skill, and casually defeated our first talent in Ningzhou, it seems that we are really no one in Ningzhou!" Hey, I'm also from Ningzhou, it's really sad! ”

As he spoke, he looked at Ye Junsheng with a smug expression, as if this sentence meant something.

"Huang Hanyun, don't be complacent, don't you just recognize a eunuch as your father, what's the big deal, I, Ye Junsheng, can still be afraid of you."

Ye Junsheng is not angry, it is obvious that the Huang family has already gotten the news about this matter, and they have already done a good job in today's bureau, no matter whether Jiang Sheng can make better poems or not, the Ye family is doomed to failure.

"Haha... Brother Ye, be careful that trouble comes out of your mouth. Huang Hanyun raised his eyebrows: "I will personally bring Brother Ye's words to my father-in-law's ears today, haha..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and arched his hand to Xing Lao: "Mrs. Xing, can Yunyuan's poems be able to go up to the literary wall?" ”

Xing Lao nodded: "Since it is the first, of course it should be on the wall." ”

"Then there is Mrs. Lao Xing."

It was agreed, anyway, this is not a matter of offending people, Mo Zhizhou secretly wiped a cold sweat, all the people sitting here were people who had connections in the capital, and he couldn't afford to offend anyone, but fortunately, there was this former prince and concubine.

He took a long breath, and finally stood up, led everyone, and walked towards the Wenqiang of Zhiyun Temple in the first place.

"Dongming, what are you looking at?"

Walking out, Xing Lao saw Xing Dongming squatting on the ground at a glance.

"Master, the little one is confused."

Dongming's immature face was confused, with a deep sense of incomprehension.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Dongming's state was abnormal, and Xing Lao also quickened his pace and walked up, and asked gently.

"Master, is this poem, this poem a good poem? Dongming didn't understand, but because Dongming didn't read much, he felt that this poem was better than all the poems on the wall, but again..."

Dongming pointed to the poems outlined on the stones, and his brows were furrowed.

"Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. Artemisia is full of short reed buds, and it is when the puffer fish wants to eat..."

Xing Lao looked at it, chanted unconsciously, and slowly stroked his beard again, as if he was fascinated.

Seeing Xing Lao's gaffe, the people around him all came up and unconsciously looked at the poems on the ground.

Suddenly, Xing Lao's body trembled, and he asked in surprise: "This poem... Who wrote this poem? ”

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