On the second floor, the eight directors of the Guozijian were also forming a circle at this moment.

"As soon as this word comes out, it must be the leader."

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles...... Fu Xiaoguan's son is really talented! ”

"Only when there is a furrow in the chest can you write such a beautiful poem, then the dream of the Red Mansion, the old man can go back and have a good life."

"Everyone, send it up."

"Wait for me to make a copy."

"Copy."

……

According to the practice of the Autumn Poetry Club of the Lanting Concentration in previous years, the poetry meeting ended with three poems on the first grade, ten poems in the first grade, thirty poems under the first grade, and one hundred poems in the second class, and posted them on the wall of the Lanting Pavilion at the time of the child.

It's only now, and there's still about an hour to go.

Yan Xiwen and the others were still sitting in the wooden pavilion waiting for the news of Zhang Bang, and among the six of them, they had already received the news, and the poems written by three of them were handed to the third floor.

That's to make it to the finals.

These three people are Yan Xiwen, Fang Wenxing and An June.

"I don't know if Fu Xiaoguan's words are qualified to be handed to the third floor." An June was looking forward to it, he had also seen a dream of the Red Mansion, and he also knew the name Fu Xiaoguan, who was a fanatical admirer of his sister.

"Don't underestimate it, I know Shulan's temperament, if she is not a little sure, she will not do this." Yan Xiwen said calmly.

"I really don't believe that there is really a great writer like him in Linjiang, the poetry of the three of us went up to the third floor, and Brother Yan's word can be rated as A, even if he has that ability, at most it is A, that is a draw, and if we have two people rated as A, it should be considered that we have won."

Yan Xiwen nodded, and a thought flashed through his mind - in case Fu Xiaoguan's words were on a thousand steles...... Of course, this was impossible, and he quickly dismissed the idea.

Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan took their respective maids on a painting boat, and the two sat on the bow of the boat, drinking with a few side dishes.

The painting boat floats on Weiyang Lake, and a full moon is reflected in the lake, which is very bright. There was a light night breeze, blowing the long hair of the two of them, and also blowing the autumn water of the lake, and the moon rippled in the water and became blurred.

The atmosphere is a little embarrassing, the former best friend, but now he is devoted to one person, if an ordinary woman still has a way to solve it, but one of them is Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, this matter has become a difficult knot.

Dong Shulan opened her mouth first: "Your Highness, what is the next link?" ”

"If you call me that, I'll be divided."

Dong Shulan looked at the moon shadow swaying in the water, smiled indifferently, and said, "I thought that the most difficult thing to deal with was my mother's level. ”

Yu Wenyun was silent for a long time, "Did he tell you?" ”

"It was sent with that song."

Yu Wenyun was silent again, she threw a candied fruit into her mouth, chewed it carefully, and after a long time, said, "It seems that he likes you." ”

"Then can Your Highness raise your noble hand?"

Dong Shulan looked at Yu Wenyun with a hint of aggression in her eyes.

"Shulan, are we best friends?"

"We grew up together since childhood, enlightened together, and studied together in the school palace." Dong Shulan looked at the lake again, as if returning to the past, "I often go into the palace to play with you, and you occasionally come out of the palace to my house, at that time we had nothing to fight, our friendship was extremely pure, and we would confide in each other if we had something in our hearts, I miss that time." ”

"Me too, I've been thinking about this for a long, long time, the last time I came back from Linjiang, I just think that Fu Xiaoguan is really good, Shulan, you are very discerning. I didn't want to fight with you, even if I said I robbed him, it was a joke. But this time I went to Linjiang again, when he really made that couplet, Shulan, I won't lie to you, I really like him, I can't say why, maybe it's his talent, maybe it's his attitude towards the world. ”

The atmosphere was solemn again, and after a while, Yu Wenyun spoke: "That couplet is like this: Caiyun Tian, Caiyun Tian, Caiyun Sky Caiyun, Yuntian Ten Thousand Years, Ten Thousand Years Between Clouds." ”

Dong Shulan clasped her hands on her knees, looked up at the moon, and thought to herself that he was the only one in the world who could write such a beautiful couplet.

"Shulan, I don't want to be the same as the second sister and the fourth sister in the future, although Fu Xiaoguan is full of poetry and books, but he doesn't have a big ideal, he said that he just wants to be a small landlord, and the horse is an idler, he can't enter the court as an official, I like him, he just likes to be an idler, you ...... Can you let it go? ”

Dong Shulan retracted her gaze and looked at Yu Wenyun, her eyes calm.

"Did you ask him if he liked you?"

Yu Wenyun was stunned for a long time, yes, neither the mother concubine nor herself seemed to have thought about this problem.

So, does Fu Xiaoguan like himself?

If he liked himself, why would he tell Dong Shulan about going to Linzhou?

If he doesn't like himself and forcibly summons him with a will, what is the difference between him and the second sister and the fourth sister?

Yu Wenyun was sad, and after a long time, he asked with a little weakness: "That...... Does he like you? ”

Dong Shulan smiled lightly and nodded.

"Xiaoqi, bring a pen and paper."

Dong Shulan wrote the word "water tune song head" on the paper, handed it to Yu Wenyun, and said: "This is the poem he wrote to me, which is to leave a name on the Thousand Monuments, you can take a look." ”

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

“……”

“…… I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

Yu Wenyun took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

So, how can I get him to like me?

Yu Wenyun didn't retreat, she actually had to face the difficulties! This is something Dong Shulan did not expect.

……

The Pavilion is on three floors.

The moon is bright outside the window, and there is no sound at the moment.

Qin Bingzhong stood in front of the window and stroked his long beard, thinking to himself that in this world, I am afraid that only that little friend has the talent to write this water tune song.

The five people have no objection, this word is the first Mid-Autumn Festival over the years, and even Shangguan Wenxiu said that once this word comes out, there will be no Mid-Autumn Festival in the world.

It's not that the Mid-Autumn Festival is gone, but that the poems with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival will never be surpassed.

"I propose, this word is on the sixth line of the word Thousand Monuments."

"I propose this word to the third line of the word Thousand Monuments."

"Could it be that Gong Jiang thought that this word could overshadow the previous Confucian question?"

"Li Gong, the rule of a thousand steles, only read the article, don't ask about the identity."

"What does Gong Qin think?" This was asked by Shangguan Wenxiu.

"I am friends with the petty official, so I have to avoid suspicion."

"In this way, I propose, this word is the first in thousands of steles!"

I was stunned.

"The public tastes this word, and after a stick of incense, vote."

……

On the fifteenth day of August, the Lan Ting Pavilion was listed.

There are three people at the top of the list, the first Yan Xiwen, the second Fang Wenxing, and the third Shi Yiming!

There is no name of Fu Xiaoguan.

Yan Xiwen was overjoyed and smiled brightly at Dong Shulan, who had returned: "He lost." ”

"After that, Fu Xiaoguan is not allowed to step into Beijing for half a step, and he also asks Miss Dong to inform."

"The land near the river, how can it be compared with Shangjing!"

"I'll just say he's a wasted man!"

“……”