The poetry meeting of Linjiang Banshan Academy has come to an end.

This poetry meeting has become a farce, which is quite interesting.

Fu Xiaoguan was scared away by the group of women, he originally wanted to leave a poem on the wind-moving stone, but he didn't expect that the women of this era would be so crazy.

They're really robbing people!

Fu Xiaoguan had no doubt that if he ran slowly and was surrounded by that group of women, he might have an affair tonight, of course, he was forced.

This made him regret it a little after running down the mountain, Su Mo couldn't figure out what Fu Xiaoguan's mind was thinking, and felt that this person was ...... It's really cheap!

This is the star chasing of this era, for these women, Fu Xiaoguan has entered their hearts because of those two poems and because of that book. They have admired Fu Xiaoguan for a long time, but they haven't seen Fu Xiaoguan because he has been in the village for a long time.

So far, on the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fu Xiaoguan appeared in the Mid-Levels Academy, which stimulated the obsession in their hearts, just as Qu Linglong said, men can compete in the Central Plains, and women can't chase their husbands under the moon?

looks handsome, full of poetry and books, is still the richest man in Linjiang, and has no marriage contract - if this is placed in the previous life, there is no difference between it and the identity of the little king, and it is easy to understand that women are attached to it.

What if you rush it?

As for feelings, almost all women in this world have the same understanding of feelings as Zhang Peier - getting married, rolling the sheets, giving birth to children, and having feelings.

It's just not in the same order.

The women chased Fu Xiaoguan away, and they felt that this poem would not be interesting, so they simply left.

There is a group of men left in front of the Mid-Levels Academy - this poem must not only have good wine, but also have beautiful women, a group of men chanting poems against the moon, this style of painting will look a little weird.

It simply turned into a drinking and chatting.

A poetry meeting, just because of a Fu Xiaoguan, was ruined like this.

It makes those talented people who have been preparing for this for a long time extremely annoyed, but there is nothing they can do.

You look at the small official Fu of the people, just pop up, so many women just pounced shamelessly - why didn't they pounce on me?

This is envy, and then some people are convinced, thinking that it is Fu Xiaoguan's ability, of course, there are also people who are jealous, but they can only hide it in their hearts.

……

The Autumn Poetry Club of the Shangjing Lanting Concentration has been released.

This list is not the other list.

In the thirty-second year of Taihe, Lanting collected several masterpieces, and His Majesty was overjoyed after reading it, saying that Lanting was a holy place for literati and a cradle of poetry. After that, there will be a poetry club in Lanting, which should be posted outside the Lanting Pavilion in the form of a list, and the red characters on a yellow background will be given to tell the world to know.

In this way, there is a list of Lanting Poetry Clubs.

Dong Shulan and Yu Wenyun are standing under the first list, there is really no name of Fu Xiaoguan, this makes no sense!

"I'll ask." Yu Wenyun didn't believe it, how could such a wonderful poem not be at the top of the list!

Could it be that those censors and Confucians are blind?

"I'll go too!"

"Let's go!"

In order to correct Fu Xiaoguan's name, the two were surprisingly unanimous at this moment.

They walked into the first floor, and a guard guarding this place stopped them, "Lan Ting Pavilion is a forbidden place, outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission." ”

"This palace is Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess!"

The guard was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Girl, go back, to be honest, there are too many people pretending to be in the royal family every year, it may be better to change your identity, be obedient, go out, the Confucians above haven't come down yet, don't bother them." ”

Yu Wenyun was stunned for a moment, "This palace is really Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess!" ”

"Okay, well, you are Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, and you are also the mercy of the Holy Lord today, if you put it in the previous dynasty, you will be cut off if you pretend to be Her Royal Highness the Princess like this. Okay, okay, don't make a mess, we all understand your little thoughts, but it's just to meet those Confucians and ask for a letter of recommendation, you see, I know it if I haven't read a book. ”

Yu Wenyun stomped his feet in a hurry, this is Xiucai meeting soldiers, and you can't say that people are wrong.

She jumped to her feet in anger, gritted her teeth and pointed at the guard: "Okay, good, I remember you." ”

The guard was Yile again, and said with a smile: "I will be remembered every year by those who pretend to be relatives of the emperor, let me tell you, my name is Cui Ming, so that you will remember it deeply." ”

At this time, someone from the third floor came down.

Carrying a pair of scrolls.

"...... this?"

"Great luck, you are really lucky, you are about to witness the Thousand Monuments and Stone List with your own eyes!"

The two walked out with the scroll, and Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan looked at each other - a thousand steles and stone lists? This is a poem and article that has been passed down through the ages!

Don't......?

The two ran out hand in hand, and there were already guards outside to maintain order and drive the students away a little.

The teachers on the first floor and the officials of the Guozijian on the second floor walked out and stood in two columns in front of the first list of the Lan Ting Pavilion.

"What is this for?" Ann June asked.

A bad thought arose in Yan Xiwen's heart, but he thought about it and felt impossible.

It is difficult to produce high-quality poems in the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is recognized by everyone, is it possible that there can be a thousand stone poems interview tonight?

After half a pillar of incense, the five great Confucians on the third floor came here.

Guozi Priest Wine Shangguan Wenxiu walked to the stage, smiling and in good spirits.

"Today, I am fortunate to spend the festival with all of you in Lantingji, during which many exquisite poems were born, and you have seen them. But now, you will join us in witnessing the birth of a famous poem! ”

Yan Xiwen's heart was shocked, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

Yu Wenyun squeezed Dong Shulan's hand very tightly, Dong Shulan didn't know it, she looked at Shangguan Wenxiu, her face was extremely excited.

Thousands of steles leave a name, what a great talent! What a reputation!

"After an hour of discussion between me and the four great Confucians, this famous article will be published at this moment, this is the sign of my great Yu Wenchang, and it is a model for our readers.

"Release!"

As Shangguan Wenxiu's words fell, the two people standing on the high place fell off the list.

There is only one word and one person's name on the huge list.

Yan Xiwen only felt that his brain was buzzing, and even his vision became blurred, and Fang Wenxing's face turned even pale, and he instantly soaked his clothes with cold sweat. The rest of the people were in disbelief, and they all held their breath and opened their mouths wide.

Yu Wenyun covered her small mouth, and Dong Shulan clenched her little fist.

Water tune song head. When is the bright moon?

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky......

……

…… I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together!

Many are chanting in low voices, many are looking up at the moon, many are closing their eyes in contemplation. Then it was all gloomy, and only a long sigh remained.

Ask the world...... Who else can make such a good work!

His name is Fu Xiaoguan, Fu Xiaoguan who wrote a dream of Red Mansions.

He is a native of Linjiang, and his father is a large landowner in Linjiang, so he is naturally a small landowner.

He is only a talent, and he has also composed two poems.

……

Shangguan Wenxiu stroked his white beard and spoke again.

"After our vote, the word "song head" of this water tune has a lofty meaning, a long idea, and an unparalleled artistic conception, which is really a swan song for the ages! Therefore, this word will be engraved in the first column of the word "Thousand Monuments"! ”

The crowd roared.

The moon is full!