"Uncle, look at it, what a beautiful view!"

The little maid Dong'er quietly pulled Aunt Han's sleeve, looking coquettish.

But it is on the hussar mountain, a large peach forest outside the Baoguo Temple blooms, scorching and gorgeous, very beautiful.

At this time, it is the golden autumn October, it is the time when the osmanthus is fragrant, but just in time for the small spring, the peach tree blooms for the second time, at a glance, it is like a sea of flowers, a piece of pink, and it suddenly makes people feel refreshed.

If it is placed in modern society, there will inevitably be countless tourists to check in and take pictures, and there will also be experts who come forward to explain, telling the public that the temperature has warmed recently, and the special climate has deceived the peach trees, resulting in a mess of the flowering season, and this flowering will have no impact on the fruit farmers in the coming year.

However, this was in the Dawu Dynasty, in ancient times, and it was an era when the emperor had to issue an edict if he was shocked.

Such a peach forest blooms in October, spring flowers bloom in autumn, dead trees sprout, heaven will have a revelation!

According to the old master's statement, this scene of peach blossoms in full bloom means that there are great sages here.

This is very much in line with the ancient people's view that where the sage lives, there must be a vision.

Although Aunt Han understands what is going on, it is not easy to elaborate, and it will be troublesome to be treated as a demon who talks nonsense.

The three of Chen Houzhao's master and servant were dumbfounded, only to feel that there must be a master in this peach forest, so he immediately put away his thoughts of playing, and his demeanor was a little respectful.

Oh, ancients.

The big cow is much better, this fool doesn't understand these at all, he just thinks the beauty of the peach blossoms, looks comfortable, and grins.

The poetry meeting held by the monk Xuelang is located in the peach forest, but it is elegant and tight.

In the place where they entered the forest, two monks guarded it, set up a long table and two chairs, and there was a register of pen and ink to record the amount of donations from those who participated in the poetry meeting.

The poetry meeting began early in the morning, and many poems were already circulated by this time.

Aunt Han and his party came so late, obviously they didn't take the great monk Xuelang seriously, and the two monks who were entertaining guests inevitably had a bad face.

However, when Han Chen took out the gilded invitation, the two monks immediately became respectful.

"The donor is Han Xianggong, who is 'if life is only as first seen'! Hurry up inside please! ”

These two monks are Xuelang's followers, and they also came from Nanjing Dabao'en Temple, so they can be favored by Xuelang, and they must also understand poetry, and they also have some literary talents, so they are naturally obsessed with the way of poetry.

Now Aunt Han is famous, and although the brand of the first lyricist in Jiangnan has not yet been established, there are faint signs.

The two hospitality monks were like lost brothers when they saw their idols, and they immediately knelt and licked a mess.

Han Chen naturally refused to lose face, and asked Dong'er to offer ten taels of silver, saying that he was doing his best for Master Xuelang's grand wish.

The surface is light, and the inner blood is flowing.

Chen Houzhao also donated eight taels of silver, this little official was not reluctant to give up the money, but he was unwilling to overpower his brother in this.

Seeing the two hospitality monks condescending and respectful, Chen Xiaoxianggong had a big heart, and he only felt that his brother was awesome, fortunate and honored.

Chen Houzhao Chen Zilong is not a person who is obsessed with poetry, although he has been taught by a famous teacher and Confucianism by his family since he was a child, and his knowledge is not bad, but he is not a real reader.

This kid has a jumpy temperament, loves to be lively, and finally came to Ningbo alone, like a loose pony, completely where to get together.

Asking Aunt Han to visit the Qinglou is also the same idea.

It's not that I'm obsessed with Aunt Han's writing, it's just that I think it's fun and wants to participate in the topic event.

It's just that Aunt Han is different from the scholar next to him, and the two fell in love, so they bowed.

Today, I am willing to come to this poetry meeting, but also rely on my brother to be outstanding in poetry, and can follow the majesty, so Baba arrived, and now before entering the door, I saw two hospitality monks after learning the name of my brother, bowed his head, and immediately became elated.

To put it bluntly, children have a heart, love to show love and pretend to be forced.

The hospitality monk specially assigned one person to guide Aunt Han and his party, which shows the degree of attention.

Walking in the peach forest, the tip of the nose smells all the sweet peach blossom aroma, but after all, the high temperature messes up the flowering period, these peach blossoms are very easy to fall off, the breeze blows, but the fall is colorful, beautiful.

In the eyes of the literati, this is the artistic conception.

The Xuelang monk chose to hold a literary meeting here, which is really wonderful.

Not far away, is where the poetry club is located, there is a vacant lot in the peach forest, hundreds of futons and dwarf cases are placed, the scene is grand, and the appeal of Master Xuelang can be seen!

One of the corners, surrounded by a piece of white yarn, is a world of its own, but it can also be seen inside, and the conversation is not affected, but it is where the ladies and ladies are located.

The atmosphere of the Dawu Dynasty was open, and it was originally an elegant thing to sing poetry, so there was no need to be so old-fashioned, but because there were too many people in the poetry meeting, and they all brought slaves, they used white yarn to surround a world for their female dependents.

To put it bluntly, this peach forest is colorful, elegant and elegant, but after all, the facilities are insufficient, and it is not very convenient.

The two Han Chen brothers left the four of Dong'er outside and followed the hospitality monk into the venue.

Just because they came late, it was not good to disturb others, so the two brothers found a place to sit on the side and listened to others talk about poetry.

Monk Xuelang, who was sitting on the main seat, saw that Han Chen was really here, and immediately smiled and nodded, and his heart was full of satisfaction.

The literati are light, this is not a joke.

In just a few days, the name of Han Chen and Aunt Han spread throughout Ningbo, and in the near future, it will inevitably become famous in the land of Sanwu in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yesterday, Xue Lang personally went to the Yue Guo Mansion and invited him, because he was worried that this Han Xianggong was very self-conscious and unwilling to participate in the poetry meeting.

Early this morning, seeing the young talents of Ningbo Mansion gathered together, there is no shortage of well-known Jiangzuo celebrities, gentlemen and officials are not uncommon, celebrities and young ladies also came a lot, only to see "life is only as first seen" Han Xianggong, Xuelang couldn't help but snort in his heart.

When he saw Han Chen and his friends coming, Xue Lang's heart was at ease, and he went to his heart, and there was a little more smile on his face.

Monk Xuelang is still wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, still handsome, sitting cross-legged on the futon, really not like a mortal figure.

There is a breeze blowing, the peach petals are falling, the snow waves are in the flower rain, and they are more handsome, and the little lady in the white gauze tent frequently peeps.

Thanks to this virtuous monk, otherwise, a little trick can damage a lot of innocent body.

"It's hard for you to be gracious, and the little monk has no choice but to make it difficult and make a fool of himself again."

The people in the forest cheered.

But seeing Aunt Han present, Xue Lang wanted to take out the poems that had been prepared for a long time and asked Han Chen to comment on them.

The scholars of the Dawu Dynasty, in terms of poetry, there is no one who can fight, and on weekdays, a master like Xue Lang will inevitably feel lonely.

When I saw a talent like Aunt Han, the first thing I did was not the heart of victory or defeat, but the difficulty of finding a confidant!

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Monk Xuelang chanted loudly, and his eyes were staring at the direction where Aunt Han was sitting with a smile.

"After the rain, the breeze does not pass the pool, and the wicker is still brushing the silk in the mirror.

Relying on the fact that it is only with birds and fish, the moon under the water knows itself. ”

All of a sudden, the peach forest was full of applause, Xue Lang was quite complacent, folded his hands and chanted a Buddha name, and then raised his eyes to look at Han Chen's location, and his face was suddenly full of astonishment.