Originally, I just wanted to have a lively time and experience the cultural customs of this ancient literary society, but I still couldn't escape the arrangement of fate. Yang Zongyu said he was helpless.

Yang Zongyu walked into the private room, and Zhang Zheng was still scribbling and changing there, as if he hadn't thought of any good poems.

Yang Zongyu didn't disturb Zhang Zheng's thoughts, he picked up a pot of wine and came to the fence on the second floor outside.

Grunt~!

Yang Zongyu lifted the pot of wine and drank half a pot directly in front of everyone.

This half pot of wine was in his stomach, and Yang Zongyu's head was a little dizzy. At this time, he spoke: "My poem, the name of the word is "Queqiao Immortal", everyone should listen to it!" ”

After that, Yang Zongyu took another sip of wine and began to sing.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark."

Yang Zongyu opened his mouth, and Liu Yong's face changed below, and he looked at Yang Zongyu with a torch in his eyes, and was stunned.

The others didn't have Liu Yong's talent, they just thought that Yang Zongyu's words were good, and they didn't react much.

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world."

When Yang Zongyu chanted these two sentences, the people were silent now, and more people had incredible expressions on their faces.

Zhao Yuluo and Kou Wan'er's eyes stared at Yang Zongyu, and their eyes were about to fall.

Liu Ruyan, who had some interest in Yang Zongyu, although she couldn't see the expression on her face, that look had already told us her answer.

Zhang Zheng, who was still writing words in the private room, also walked out, looked at Yang Zongyu, and was a little excited.

Under the eyes of everyone, Yang Zongyu finished reading Shangque, but he didn't read it immediately. Instead, he picked up the flask and poured a few more sips into his mouth.

When it aroused the impatient desire of those listeners, Yang Zongyu's words changed, and he immediately read out the next que.

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone present was stunned. The guys who were in charge of serving tea and pouring water all stood there motionless.

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight."

Yang Zongyu was full of emotion, and sang the last two sentences softly, and he himself had not yet come out of his emotions.

Zhao Yuluo and Kou Wan'er's mood was particularly complicated, and the two found that they were following Yang Zongyu's whole poem, and their emotions had been fluctuating.

After a long time, Liu Yong was the first to stand up, looked at Yang Zongyu on the second floor, and said loudly: "In terms of writing words, there are few people I admire in Liu Yong's life, and you are one of them. ”

Liu Yong opened his mouth and pulled the souls of the others over.

Zhang Zheng looked at Yang Zongyu tremblingly and said, "Brother Yang, I can't imagine it, I can't imagine that you can write such a peerless good word, it's amazing." ”

As soon as Zhang Zheng's words fell, Liu Yong spoke again: "As soon as this poem comes out, at least today, I'm afraid that no one will dare to write the Qixi poem." This is a work that can be passed down through the ages! ”

Liu Yong's comments made everyone nod their heads again and again. Zhao Yuluo looked at Yang Zongyu with complicated eyes, and said: "This poem, borrowing the mythical story of the joys and sorrows of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, eulogizes the sincere, delicate, pure, and steadfast love. The upper que writes about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl party, and the lower que writes about their parting.

The whole word is intertwined with sorrow and music, melting lyricism and discussion in one furnace, melting heaven and earth as one, combining beautiful images with deep feelings, and singing the praises of beautiful love with ups and downs. I can't really describe how good he is, all in all, great. ”

After Zhao Yuluo finished commenting, Kou Wan'er also praised: "Especially the last two sentences of this poem, "If the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight." "Sublimating the ideological realm of words to a new height, it will surely become a good sentence for the ages."

One by one, Yang Zongyu's words were praised, and Wang Ping's face was difficult to see.

I thought that Yang Zongyu couldn't write any good words, but in the end, the words written by others amazed the audience and covered the others tonight.

Even, it was praised by the lord of Yongning!

"Humph!"

Wang Ping knew that he couldn't change anything now, so he returned to the private room, picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

Grunt~!

Wang Ping drank a few big sips of wine fiercely, and was still sulking there.

Zhao Jie looked at Wang Ping and said, "Brother Wang, tonight, I'm afraid you've fallen behind." ”

Wang Ping looked at Zhao Jie, hugged his fists and said, "Little Wangye, didn't you say that you would help me meet him?" ”

Zhao Jie hurriedly said: "Brother Wang, with the county lord of Yongning here tonight, it is not easy for me to come forward." Only next time, next time. ”

"Hey!"

Wang Ping sighed again and said, "Before, when the county lord of Yongning came out, it would be good if the little prince held me to death. ”

Zhao Jie shrugged his shoulders and said, "Didn't I already pull you?" ”

Wang Ping said with a bitter face: "Little prince, the main thing is that you didn't pull me hard!" ”

Zhao Jie shrugged his shoulders again and said, "But time is like this, what can I do?" ”

"Hey!"

The person in front of him is a relative of the emperor, although Wang Ping has a good father, he doesn't dare to offend him, Wang Ping can only sigh again and again, especially annoyed.

Seeing Wang Ping return to the private room, Yang Zongyu smiled faintly, he hugged his fists and looked at everyone: "Thank you for your compliments, I have a few catties and taels, and I still have a number." ”

Liu Yong, downstairs, looked at Yang Zongyu and said, "Brother Yang, your poem is really well written." I'll admit, much better than my one. ”

"Huh!"

Yang Zongyu smiled again and said: "Brother Liu, in fact, I also appreciate the Qixi poem you wrote, why don't you come to me here, let's have a good drink, how about it?" ”

Liu Yong laughed and said, "Okay, then thank you Brother Yang." ”

Liu Yong picked up the pot of wine on his table, served a dish he ordered, walked up to the second floor, and came to Yang Zongyu and them.

Yang Zongyu beckoned Liu Yongdao: "Brother Liu, please take a seat!" ”

Liu Yong smiled: "Okay, then I'm welcome." ”

Yang Zongyu said with a straight face: "Don't be polite to me, sit down, eat together, and talk together." ”

Liu Yong immediately sat down, he looked at the dishes on the table, and he was really not polite at all, picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.

As for Zhao Yuluo and Kou Wan'er, they also returned to their private rooms. However, the vast majority of people in this Yixiang Pavilion are still reminiscing about Yang Zongyu's poem.

As the pavilion master of this Yixiang Pavilion, it is impossible for Liu Meiniang to have no ink. She also knows that as soon as Yang Zongyu's "Queqiao Immortal" comes out, tonight's Qixi lyrics, I'm afraid no one will be able to surpass it.

Liu Meiniang returned to the stage and looked at everyone: "Okay, needless to say, tonight's first question has the best work, I think everyone will have no opinion!" ”