When Dong Shulan's carriage arrived at Lantingji, half of the poetry meeting here had already passed.

Of course, she didn't stay at home and put on makeup, but she was thinking about Fu Xiaoguan, thinking about the Linjiang Immortal who left Linjiang, thinking about the heart he made in Shanglin, and thinking about the water tune song in her hand.

Scenes from the past came to her mind, and she realized that she didn't have much time to get along with Fu Xiaoguan, but this heart was firmly tied to him.

Lan Tingji's poetry will be meaningless to her, those so-called talented people chanting poems have been what she expected in the past, but now, they are just attached to elegance.

Who else could write better lyrics than this watery songhead?

Who else can understand that people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete?

Who else can understand the expectations and worries of wishing people a long time and a thousand miles together?

No one will understand, although they are talents, but they have never experienced this, then it is impossible to write such touching words.

He...... It's the real talent!

It is difficult for others to compare, even if it is Yan Xiwen, it is not good!

Dong Shulan was of course very happy, and felt that the moon was rounder and brighter tonight.

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Of course, Lanting Market is not a bazaar, it is located on Weiyang Lake to the west of Jixia School Palace.

It's not a boat either, but a sprawling complex of buildings on Weiyang Lake.

There are pavilions and pavilions, there are mountains and rocks flowing water, and there are small bridges connected between the pavilions.

It is a bright pearl on the magnificent Weiyang Lake, it is a beautiful scenery of Jinling in Shangjing, and it is a place where literati gather.

The three-storey Lanting Pavilion in the center of it contains countless books, and the thousand steles outside the Lanting Pavilion are engraved with the most gorgeous poems of the literati and scholars of the past dynasties.

Being able to leave a name on a thousand steles is the meaning of the eternal culture, and it is also one of the ideals pursued by the literati in this world.

Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, the Lanting Fair is even more lively.

Zhang Wenhan was also here at the moment, but he did not go to Lanting Pavilion to compose poems, but stood at the outermost dock, looking at the lake, waiting for the arrival of the small caravan.

He was waiting for Dong Shulan.

It's not for himself, but for Yan Xiwen.

When he knew that Yan Xiwen's favor was Dong Shulan, he consciously dispelled the thought in his heart - why should he fight with Yan Xiwen?

When he came to Shangjing, he knew that Linjiang was small, and he realized that his name as the head of the four talents of Linjiang was really nothing, and he got acquainted with Yan Xiwen, because the most profound thing in Shangjing was the Yan family, and because of the legendary story of the Yan family.

The autumn festival will be held at the end of September, Zhang Wenhan is convinced that he can be named on the gold list, which Yan Xiwen also believes, because Zhang Wenhan is indeed talented, but whether he can fill the gap after the autumn festival needs to be supported by someone, if there is a word from the Yan family, his career will be bright.

Therefore, in Zhang Wenhan's view, it is a very worthwhile investment.

Dong Shulan and Xiaoqi arrived at Lantingji on a canopy boat, Zhang Wenhan greeted him with a smile on his face, and said: "Entrusted by Yan Gongzi, Wenhan is waiting for Miss here, at this time, the poetry will be in full swing, and many students are in Lanting Pavilion, Miss please." ”

"There is Lao Zhang's son, son, please."

At the beginning of Linjiang, many times accompanied by Zhang Wenhan, from Linjiang back to Jinling also walked with Zhang Wenhan, after arriving in Jinling, Zhang Wenhan also came to the house to meet, although Dong Shulan did not want to see Zhang Wenhan in her heart, but no matter what, she could not show it, so she was very polite, and chatted with Zhang Wenhan all the way about Linjiang or Jinling.

Unconsciously, I came to His Excellency Lan Ting, where there are a lot of bookcases, and next to each bookcase there is a young woman waiting for pen and ink.

Many talented people put pen to paper in front of the bookcase, and there are also many talented people standing on the periphery and looking at the moon, hoping that this moonlight can bring some inspiration into their brains, make a subtle poem, and make themselves famous all over the world.

Over the years, the Mid-Autumn Festival Orchid Court rally has been themed on the moon, and after so many years, the moon has been written badly, but it is difficult for these students.

Zhang Wenhan took Shulan to a wooden pavilion on the periphery, where Yan Xiwen and several famous students from the school palace were there.

Yan Xiwen and the others got up to greet Dong Shulan, and Dong Shulan smiled back.

Everyone sat down, and Dong Shulan said: "Because something came late, I don't know if you have any masterpieces to hand over?" ”

The so-called handing it over is to write their own poems on the bookcase outside the Lanting Pavilion, hand them to the school palace on the first floor of the pavilion to teach, and hand them to the Guozijian supervisor on the second floor after their primary election, and the Guozijian supervisors think that the good poems will be handed to the third floor - the third floor is the five great Confucians of the dynasty headed by the Guozijian Priest Wine, and Qin Bingzhong is also here at the moment.

The poems that can be handed to the third floor are all high-quality, and the poems that can be recommended by the five great Confucians at the same time can be left on the Thousand Monuments.

There are one or two poems on the Thousand Monuments every year, but the poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival have not appeared for several years.

Yan Xiwen sat down and said to Dong Shulan: "The poems of the six people I have already handed over, and now, five of them have gone up to the second floor. ”

Zhang Wenhan seemed to have a feeling, and sighed: "It's a pity that Brother Fu didn't come to Beijing, if he was there, his poems would probably be able to go up to the third floor." ”

"But Fu Xiaoguan, who made a dream and a book in the Red Mansion?"

"Exactly, you don't know, Fu Gongzi has been famous in Linjiang before, he has made two lyrics, and now it is also sung in Jinling, and you all know it. Now the name of Fu Gongzi is also a household name in Jinling, and I heard that he is praised as the first talent in the world by many boudoir women! ”

Yan Xiwen frowned slightly, "How can you believe a woman's words?" I've read that book too, but I don't think it's a masterpiece of the past, and the things about men and women are written in a very dirty way, which can be called unsightly. Although this book is liked by the people, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall. ”

"What Yan Gongzi said is extremely true, we will learn the way of Confucius and Mencius, and we should respect the etiquette and understand the righteousness, but Fu Xiaoguan's book falls on the small road, and uses those dirty things in Jiafu to attract people's attention, which is immoral."

This is what Zhou Tianyou, a genius here, said, and the rest of the geniuses pondered, and then nodded, thinking deeply.

Dong Shulan also frowned and did not say anything.

That Zhou Tianyou got everyone's approval and became more and more out of control, and the folding fan in his hand snapped, and said: "Zhang Gongzi should know, I heard my second uncle's son say that Fu Xiaoguan used to have a very bad reputation in Linjiang, but it was only after Miss Dong went to Linjiang that this person changed, but his knowledge is suspicious, he is just a showman, and he has not circulated half a sentence of poetry before, how can he suddenly write poetry and write books?" There must be something strange in the meantime, I don't know how you can see it? ”