When the little scholar finished reading his work, he respectfully hugged his fists and said: "Xiaosheng's literary talent is limited, so he can only make such poems, and he is ugly." ”

The poems made by this little scholar are really average, and they don't rhyme, and many people look at him with some disdain.

Liu Meiniang on the stage didn't mean to look down on this little scholar, but said: "It's great that you can be the first to stand up and come up with your own works, and it's worth encouraging." ”

"Thank you!"

The little scholar said "thank you" and sat down again.

Liu Meiniang looked around at all the people around her, and said, "But who else wants to share it with everyone." ”

"I'll do it!"

The young man at the beginning stood up and looked at Liu Meiniang.

Liu Meiniang smiled: "This son, please!" ”

The young man looked around at everyone, hugged his fists and said, "In Xia Liuyong, Zijingzhuang, Chong'an people!" ”

"Who?"

Hearing the young man's self-introduction, Yang Zongyu was stunned for a moment, this name is really familiar.

I didn't expect to meet this rumored friend of the Qinglou women here, Liu Sanbian, the representative of the Northern Song Dynasty's Wanyue faction.

Liu Yong is an unborn genius, who can write at the age of ten, poetry at the age of thirteen, and words at the age of seventeen, and easily throw off dozens of streets of children of the same age.

Although he is in his twenties, at this moment, his reputation has already spread all over the world.

Someone heard Liu Sanbian's self-introduction and looked at him in surprise.

"He's Yoo Yong? Oh, my God! The world-famous lyricist. ”

"I didn't expect to be able to meet him at this Yixiang Pavilion Tangram Literary Conference, as long as he appears, the first place in this literary meeting tonight, the best work has to run."

"That's right, that's right, there is no one in this meeting who can compare with him today."

“……。”

When he knew that the handsome young man in front of him was Liu Yong, there was a stir in the entire Yixiang Pavilion. Liu Ruyan on the third floor also glanced at Liu Yong a few more times.

Yang Zongyu was a little excited about Zhao Yuluo in the bread room, and Zhao Yuluo said excitedly: "He is Liu Yongliu Sanchang?" Sure enough, he looks very handsome! ”

Kou Wan'er said with some disapproval: "But I don't like his style of conduct very much." ”

Zhao Yuluo nodded and said, "Me too, but his words are really well written." ”

Kou Wan'er said: "Yes, he is here tonight, and this tangram meeting will be boring." ”

The corners of Zhao Yuluo's mouth curled and said, "I'm afraid it's not necessarily!" Don't forget, I heard that this Yixiang Pavilion can stand in this Bianjing, but it is not the usual road. Didn't the Liu Pavilion Lord just say that this was the first question? What is this second question? Can't you say? ”

Kou Wan'er said: "Also, the rain falls, so this first one, do we have to fight?" ”

The corners of Zhao Yuluo's mouth curled and said: "Fight, why don't you fight, I, Zhao Yuluo, will never back down." No, the words I just thought of are not good enough, so I have to think again. ”

The two of them pondered there again.

Yang Zongyu's gaze never left Liu Yong, and he especially wanted to make friends with this Liu Yong. It would be a pity if you didn't make friends with such talents.

Yang Zongyu was there with his idea, and Liu Yong below poured a few big sips of wine and had already begun to chant his lyrics.

"Erlang God"

"Yanguang Xie. Over the twilight rain, the fragrant dust is lightly sprinkled. At first glance, the cold wind is clear, the sky is like water, and the jade hook hangs remotely. It should be Xing'e who has been hindering for a long time, recalling the Old Testament, and wanting to drive. At the pole of the eye, the darkness of the clouds, the Milky Way is high. ”

As soon as Yoo Yong chanted, he completely attracted everyone's attention.

As soon as the words were written, it was different, and the whole scene was completely silent, and no one spoke.

After chanting, he drank a few more sips of wine and read out the lower que.

"Leisurely. It is important to know that this scene is priceless in ancient and modern times. Yun ingenious needle upstairs woman, lifting noodles, clouds and beards. Tian alloy hairpin whispering, who is there, under the shadow of the cloister. May heaven and earth be entertained, year after year and night. ”

When Liu Yong finished reading the work, there was a thunderous applause all around.

Papapapa~!

"Okay, a good song "Erlang God", a good Tanabata song."

"Liu Yong is Liu Yong, and when he opens his mouth, it is different."

"This tangram meeting has just begun, and it has come out with such a masterpiece, what should I do with the future!"

“……。”

Everyone present praised Yoo Yong's work.

Liu Yong listened to it, and his mood was dark, and few people could compare with him in terms of essays and lyric talent.

Liu Yong looked at Liu Ruyan on the third floor, and said respectfully: "Miss Ruyan, I don't know if you are still satisfied with this poem?" ”

Liu Ruyan looked at Liu Yong below and said lightly: "It's okay!" ”

Hearing Liu Ruyan's words, the corners of Liu Yong's mouth twitched, every time he made good works before, he could attract the admiration of countless women.

Although she couldn't see Liu Ruyan's face, Liu Yong didn't see any fluctuations in her eyes.

Although Liu Ruyan didn't particularly appreciate it, the other ladies were excited to look at Liu Yong.

No, one of them was a rich lady sitting on the second floor who looked at Liu Yong and said excitedly: "Young Master Liu, this poem is written so well."

Liu Gongzi's poem reverses the sad tone of the previous Qixi poems, interprets and integrates the beautiful legend of the meeting of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on the bridge in the sky and the moving story of Li Longji, Yang Yuhuan, and Ma Wei's death in the world.

The upper part of the word mainly writes about the scene in the sky, and the next part mainly writes about the scene in the world; At the end, "May heaven and earth be entertained, year after year, tonight", not only summarizes the whole word, but also points out the theme. It expresses the poet's good wishes for lovers all over the world and people's desire for a happy life, and shows Liu Gongzi's sincere and broad mind.

Tut-tut! In short, this poem is too well written. ”

The rich lady had just finished commenting, and another rich lady also stood up and scrambled to comment: "Young Master Liu is really amazing, he can write such a good poem, and it is really a blessing to meet Young Master Liu today." ”

Liu Sanbian looked at the two rich ladies and said very politely: "Thank you for the compliment!" It's just a pity that my lyrics have not been affirmed by the girl who is like smoke! ”

Hearing Liu Sanchang's words, the two rich ladies couldn't help but glance at Liu Ruyan on the third floor, but Liu Ruyan didn't even look at them.

Liu Meiniang could see that the two rich ladies, because of Liu Sanchang, seemed to have a trace of hostility towards Liu Ruyan.

She hurriedly stood up and said: "Everyone, there is a sentence to say, Liu Gongzi's poem is indeed a rare top grade in Qixi words, but our Ruyan girl's vision is too high, what she wants may be a hand-me-down, let's just come up with two Qixi poems, let's continue!" ”