Shanglinzhou is hundreds of meters away from the river bank, and is connected by several building ships at the moment.

The island is a typical Jiangnan garden-like building, pavilions, small pavilions, corridors, rockeries everywhere, and small bridges and flowing water everywhere.

Quaint, elegant, and very sophisticated.

The lights on the island have long been lit, and standing on the highest stargazing pavilion in the center, you can look in all directions, as if the stars are embedded here.

On the fifth floor of the Stargazing Pavilion, Prince Xian Yu Anfu was drinking tea and chatting with Qin Lao, Li Laozi and Tian.

This is the highest place in the Stargazing Pavilion, a huge floor that can accommodate thousands of people gathering, there are only a few people, it seems a little deserted, but Prince Xian said, this kind of thing is left to young people, we go to them but restrained, if there are good poems, they will naturally present.

Naturally, the three of Qin Lao didn't mind, but they were quiet.

On the fourth floor of the Star Pavilion, it was much more lively.

As one of the masters of Shanglinzhou, the prince Yu Hongyi is feasting here.

Yu Hongyi and Yu Wenyun are at the top, and there are hundreds of tables below, but there is a huge stage in the middle.

At this moment, the bowls on the table have been put away, and fruits and vegetables, refreshments, and drinks have been placed, and everyone is sitting together in groups of three or five, drinking tea and chatting, which is extremely lively. There are also many students who look at the railing, but they are thinking about the poems that have not yet taken shape in their minds.

Next is the highlight of the night banquet, the Shanglin Poetry Club.

If you can make a good poem here, it will be famous, and if you can get into the eyes of Prince Xian, you will not be able to get a lot of rewards.

Yu Wenyun looked at Yu Hongyi, and Yu Hongyi smiled bitterly.

"I really gave the invitation to his father, and his father must have given it to him."

"What if I don't give it?"

"This is impossible, you don't know what Fu Daguan's greatest wish in this life is, he just thinks that his son is a little literal. Now that his son has a literary temperament, of course he hopes that his son can be famous - this is the place to be famous, how could Fu Daguan miss this opportunity? ”

Yu Wenyunxiu's brows furrowed, "So...... Is this man unwilling to come? ”

"Maybe the rumors are true, Fu Xiaoguan...... There is no appearance, those words were written by others, and he did not dare to come. ”

Yu Wenyun's brows furrowed a little tighter, "Shulan won't lie to me, and a person as shrewd as Shulan can't be deceived by that kid." ”

"In any case, he didn't come, so will our poetry meeting be open or not?"

Yu Wenyun gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, and waved his long sleeves: "Open!" ”

Yu Hongyi stood up helplessly, walked to the central stage, and stood proudly, "Everyone, this son of the world is now announced, Shanglin Poetry Club, start now!" ”

The applause was thunderous, the crowd was passionate, and Yu Hongyi walked towards Yu Wenyun with a smile on his face.

Then the master of ceremonies came to the stage.

"There are wine, fruits and vegetables on a few tables, everyone can take it for themselves, tonight we also invited Miss Fan Duoer of Yihong Building, and Miss Baiqiu of Qunfang Building to cheer everyone up, and then I invite Miss Fan Duoer to play a song for you that has recently become popular in Linjiang - Wangjiangnan!"

Fan Duoer appeared in full costume, the jade hand stroked the piano, the prelude sounded, and the venue was suddenly quiet.

As soon as her voice opened, it seemed like a natural sound, and this song, which everyone had long been familiar with, sang it again.

A student listened intently, and suddenly got something, and walked quickly towards the bookcase.

He lifted his pen and left a poem.

Re-reading carefully, it seems that it is no less than the poem Wangjiangnan, because what he wrote is also Wangjiangnan, and his full name is: Wangjiangnan. Shanglin Ji, signed by Li Shunfeng.

A maidservant took the paper and sent it to Yu Wenyun.

Yu Wenyun looked at it and didn't speak.

Then many students moved, and they all went to the side of the bookcase to wave their work, and handed over the works they thought they were proud of to those maids, and they all sent them to Yu Wenyun.

The three great talents of Linjiang are also leaning on the building at the moment.

Liu Jingxing suddenly smiled and said, "That guy I admire him a lot now, but he doesn't give face to the Prince's Mansion...... I thought that when I went to the Fu Mansion to invite him, he refused, and I was angry for two days. ”

"Such a grand event is rare twice a year except for the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, but he didn't come, which shows that Fu Xiaoguan really didn't dare to come." Tang Shuyu felt that he had seen through that person, and he didn't want to mention it again, so he asked again: "Brother Jing Xing has a masterpiece?" ”

"I'll think about it again."

"Where's Brother Yunqi?"

Yu Yunqi looked at the starry sky and thought for a while, "It's not mature yet." ”

"The two brothers are humble, then I'm not welcome."

"Brother Tang, please."

Tang Shuyu walked to the bookcase, silently breathed, lifted the pen, and fell.

"Qing Pingle. Night in the Forest"

"The breeze can't hold back, but it unravels the trees among the flowers.

Drunken shallow shadow silver shine, magpie bridge remnant moon star road.

Jiang Feng was slow to catch fire, and Yuyu Immortal was silent.

The whispers rippled, but the sky was already blue. ”

- Tang Shuyu.

He handed this word to the maidservant, and when he returned to the fence, Liu Jingxing asked, "Is it done?" ”

Tang Shuyu smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll go too."

"Hmm."

Yu Yunqi thought about it and walked towards the bookcase.

Tang Shuyu turned around, leaned his back against the fence, and saw that there had been a change of person on the stage at this moment.

It was the Baiqiu girl from Qunfanglou.

What she is playing and singing at the moment is another song made by Fu Xiaoguan: Nan Gezi. Tours.

Tang Shuyu looked at it with interest, thinking about the lively scene in Eighteen Mile Lane today, and suddenly wanted to drink two more glasses.

He walked to a few tables and took a bottle of wine, which was the fragrant spring of Yu Fu Ji.

He poured a cup, brought it to the fence, and took a sip against the fence, and when Bai Qiu finished singing the southern song, Liu Jingxing and Yu Yunqi came over.

"It's finished?"

The two nodded.

"Actually, I hope that Fu Xiaoguan really has some talent, you listen to these two songs, your attainments are indeed very high, it's a pity."

"He didn't dare to come after all...... It's the third time, so, he's smart. ”

"I admit he's very smart, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people snapping up this sky-high price of wine."

Yu Yunqi laughed, "I also grabbed two bottles, and I didn't want to drink them yet, so I will get together another day." ”

"Of course it's great!" Liu Jingxing and the others laughed.

"What's going on over there?" Tang Shuyu pointed to the door on the fourth floor.

Yu Yunqi and Liu Jingxing look to the past......

Chunxiu is nervous.

She followed one of the guards and walked up in unison.

The guard whispered in front of a maid at the door of the fourth floor, and the maid seemed to be a little surprised, so she said a name: "Fu Xiaoguan? ”

The maid's voice was a little loud, and at this moment, Bai Qiu finished singing on the stage, so some people here naturally heard it.

"Fu Xiaoguan? He's coming? ”

The sound passed on one another, and Liu Jingxing and the three of them also heard it.

"What about people?"

"I don't see it."

"What the hell are you doing?"