The sky is getting dark, and the people on the banks of the Qinhuai River are boiling, and the sound of singing and dancing is endless.

The scale of the Jinling Poetry Society is very large, and there are garden rockery verandahs and pavilions in it, and the scholars and ladies gather around to chat.

In the middle of the main building, more than 400 people gathered together, 100 books, pens and papers, there are piano platforms around the hall, Oiran takes turns to show their arts, and talents from all walks of life show what they have learned in one of them, and there is a burst of admiration from time to time.

Da Yue is good at martial arts, such a large-scale literary meeting is extremely rare in other places, and compared with the spirit of the rivers and lakes in Yueyang and other places, it is completely two worlds.

At this time, in the main building, Du Hui, the prefect of Jinling, Yang Yingxiong, who had a big belly, and Lu Hongxin, the elder brother of Mrs. Lu, were all seated in it, and the rest were figures from major families and gentlemen from the academy. Xiao Ting, as the sister-in-law of the Xiao family in Huainan, has a very detached status, and he and Wang Ruiyang stand in the middle of the hall talking and laughing.

Xu Buling took Xiao Qi into the main building, Xiao Qi just came to see the excitement, and did not mean to contact the local official family, and came directly to the outside of the crowd.

The two of them found a place to sit down in a secluded place, there were many people, and it was not easy to say some meat jokes to tease Xiao Qi, so they made a calm appearance in the past, holding a teacup and saying nothing.

Xiao Qi looks a bit like a girl who is dating a boy for the first time, there are people coming and going in front of her, she may feel a little embarrassed, her eyes swept around the crowd, and she said:

"Families from Hangzhou, Jinling, Suzhou and other places have come, and many knowledgeable people have also come. That Tsing Yi scholar is Tang Bailun, a famous genius in Changzhou, Mr. is a scholar of the Ministry of Officials, and he is quite famous in Jiangnan, but he is a little conceited, and he is too famous for his ......reputation."

Xu Buling looked at the past, the scholar named Tang Bailun was talking to Wang Ruiyang, and there was obviously a little bit of disdain for Xiao Ting in his eyes, no wonder he was named by Xiao Qi.

They are all young and young, Xu Buling didn't care about the high-spirited scholars, his eyes moved to the high platform where the judges were sitting, and he saw the big fat man in the middle of the city, and his eyes were slightly surprised.

Xiao Qi's mind was extremely intelligent, so he could naturally see that Xu Buling was surprised by something, and explained softly:

"That's Yang Yingxiong, holding such a big poetry meeting, just asking the Oiran to help you will spend a lot of silver, Yang Yingxiong is very keen on this, he has always rushed to dig out the silver, and several big families in Jinling will naturally give a few thin noodles."

Xu Buling nodded and quipped: "Does this count as taking from the people and using it for the people?" ”

Xiao Qi snorted lightly: "Yang Yingxiong used hooligan and ruffian means to take advantage of the robbery, forcing many poor people to death, how can the silver be used to entertain these useless scholars and oirans, how can it be regarded as being used for the people." It's a pity that you could only warn Yang Yingxiong last time, with King Wu as a support, he will still be unscrupulous as soon as we leave......"

Xiao Qi said this, and there was a bit of helplessness in his eyes - the relationship between the big families was intertwined, and there were too many places to hide dirt and dirt, and Xiao Qi, as the head of the family, could only consider the interests of the family. She knows that there is a famine in the countryside, but the only thing she can do is to give soup porridge relief, if she wants to completely solve all the problems, she has to wash the entire Jiangnan bloodbath to break the class solidification, and she doesn't even have the ability to do it today.

Probably not wanting to talk more about this issue, Xiao Qi focused his attention on the Oiran who was playing the piano and singing next to him.

The Oiran dressed up with flowers and branches is singing the song "The Wind Lives in the Dust and the Fragrance of Flowers" that swept the entire Jiangnan at this time.

"The wind lives in the dust and the fragrance of the flowers is exhausted~ I am tired of combing my hair day and night~ Things are people, and everything is resting~ I want to talk and tears ...... first"

The singing voice is light and moving, and the singing is very good, but it is a pity that Oiran is sought after by many talents, and there is no experience of 'things are people and everything is resting', and I can't sing the poignant artistic conception in the lyrics.

Xiao Qi liked this poem very much, listened to it for a while, and said with a smile: "Xu Buling, did you write this poem for Xiang'er or for Hongluan?" ”

Xu Buling was a little embarrassed when he mentioned this, and raised his hand and said:

"Copyed."

"Copy whom?"

"Li Qingzhao's." Number Six

Li Qingzhao ...... Sounds like a woman......"

Xiao Qi squinted slightly, and went through all the famous talented women in Da Yue in her mind, but she didn't find a matching candidate, and said curiously:

"What does that girl look like? What does it have to do with you? ”

Xu Buling spread his hand lightly, his eyes showed a bit of lovelessness, Xiang'er and Aunt Lu also liked to get to the bottom of it before, but how did he answer this thing?

Seeing that Xu Buling was reluctant to speak, Xiao Qi snorted lightly and turned his head to look away, obviously a little dissatisfied. She hasn't agreed to marry Xu Buling, she is so dishonest, if she really marries Xu Buling, she must not be elevated into a princess who can't interfere in anything......

Xu Buling had a headache when he saw this, and was secretly brewing reasonable arguments, when a call suddenly came from the hall:

"I heard that Xu Shizi also came to the poetry meeting, Tang has admired his name for a long time, I wonder if Shizi can show up?"

Xu Buling frowned slightly when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look, but saw that it was Tang Bailun, who was standing with Xiao Ting, looking for his trace in the crowded hall......

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Earlier, when Xu Buling and Xiao Qi were talking about Li Qingzhao, the center of the hall where the eyes of many talented and beautiful people gathered, also focused on the singing voice of the Oiran.

Wang Ruiyang talked with many talented people, and Xiao Ting couldn't interject, and it happened that the girl who sang the song was his favorite Oiran 'meat dumpling' girl, so he said with a little pride:

"When this song "The Wind Goes to the Dust and the Fragrance of Flowers" appeared, my son happened to be present, and the lyricist you have heard of it, my country's classmate and friend, Su Wang Shizi Xu Buling. At that time, he wrote this poem, which was originally 'tired of combing the cage day and night', and later changed to 'tired of combing his hair day and night'......"

Seven or eight famous talents in Jiangnan all had stiff expressions when they heard this, and even Wang Ruiyang was slightly embarrassed, and he didn't know how to answer this. There is a world of difference between combing hair and combing cages, how can someone who can write this poem be confused.

However, Xiao Ting's identity was here, and everyone didn't dare to question it, just nodded lightly, showing a look of admiration.

Tang Bailun, one of the many talents, is also from a scholarly family, and the relationship between the DPRK and China is also hard, and he doesn't like Xiao Ting, who lacks roots in his brain, and said softly:

"Listening to what the family teacher said, King Su seems to have admitted that the poems were copied."

Jiangnan has a very heavy literary atmosphere, and buying poems and stealing poems is a matter for everyone to shout and beat, especially in Jiangnan. It's okay for the prince and noble son to buy poems and make a little limelight at the poetry meeting, but afterwards he really shows off as a talent, don't blame others for looking down on him.

However, whether Xu Buling's poems were copied or not has not been accurately determined, because no plagiarized object has been found. Several talented people knew that Tang Bailun had real talent and learning, and they hated plagiarizing articles, so they said:

"The prince of Su Wang may have only been humble and did not admit it directly."

Xiao Ting also nodded: "Yes, Xu Buling can be here, if you talk nonsense, I will slaughter you later, I can't stop you." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the talented people were stunned, and their eyes showed a little joy, but they didn't expect Xu Buling to come over today.

Tang Bailun had heard of Xu Buling's talent for a long time, so he immediately took the opportunity to look around: "Oh? Since the prince of Su Wang was there, why didn't he show up? Brother Xiao, can you recommend one or two for us? ”

Xiao Ting knew that Xu Buling was spending time with his aunt, and he couldn't wait to marry his aunt, and he definitely didn't want to interrupt. Shaking his head, he said:

"You really want to shout no, but if he beats you, don't blame me."

Tang Bailun had heard rumors that Xu Buling killed people without blinking, but the literati had their own arrogance, and there were so many princes and nobles present, and they were not worried that Xu Buling would surrender his identity and be rude, so he shouted loudly......