The sky is scorching and hot, and it shines on the body through the bamboo forest, which is a little warm.

In the small building of the bamboo forest, the poetry club is still going on step by step, and most of the talented people in the audience have written poems, both good and second, and they have all been sent to Ma Yanyi's hands, which will be evaluated by the vice president of the Wenyuan Poetry Society.

Miss Lu picked up a cup of tea brewed by the maid in the house and took a sip.

Today is the first time she has participated in the poetry meeting, as the eldest daughter of the Hou Mansion and the daughter of His Majesty today, she does not need to recruit talents like other poetry societies. Although there are a few talented people in my own poetry club who have jumped to other poetry clubs today, it doesn't matter.

In other words, the poetry club he runs now is just a tool to vent his boredom. She has always been known as the first talented woman in Beijing, and she doesn't need to prove herself through the poetry club, and her father doesn't need the poetry club to recruit talents.

Although I knew that those talented people were a little impatient and lost their temper when they changed jobs, but after thinking about it, this is also normal, for many years, those talented people joined in because of their father's identity, but as a result, they have never even seen the face of Marquis Lu.

I want to climb up, it's normal.

To get back to the point, today's poetry meeting went very smoothly, there were no mistakes, and the scholars and talents who came to participate also wrote poems one after another. Many of the poems are well written and brilliant, but they always make people feel that the bureaucratic style is quite deep, and they read like official documents, which makes them not very liked, but the talents in the audience are almost happy in their respective praises.

It's just that the more I see and hear, the more boring it gets.

Looking back at his younger brother who was holding his head and was bored, Lu Yunlu sighed helplessly. This kid thought that bringing him to this kind of occasion would allow him to learn something, but who knows, he still looks like a hanger. The body was still leaning towards Li Xiao and the two in the corner.

I have nothing to do all day long, and I always think about having fun. It's all that Chen Ziye is not good, soaking in the Qinglou Tavern all day long, and bringing Lu Yunlu badly. There is also this young master of Suzhou who is now surplus, on the occasion of the poetry meeting, he was late, not to mention, but in broad daylight, leaning on the maid to sleep. Could it be that when you write a good word, you have no one in your eyes? Or is there no talent who can write good poems when the great Beijing master is gone?

Of course, when she thought about the second half of the sentence, she still felt a little empty, after all, it seems that there is no poem in today's poetry club that can surpass the "water tune song head" written by Li Xiao.

Yang Dong'er, who was sitting beside her and closed her eyes, noticed the abnormality of her boudoir friend, and looked at her suspiciously. I thought to myself, Lu Yunlu, who is gentle and calm on weekdays, how can it be different today.

It was probably because the poetry club ran a few useless readers, which made her lose face.

Yang Dong'er sighed, for Lu Yunlu's poetry society, although she is a nominal "shareholder", she really can't help much, let her do anything, which makes her deal with these scholars, which is really embarrassing for the daughter of Shangshu.

Seeing Lu Yunlu's slightly frowning appearance, Yang Dong'er subconsciously clenched the teacup in her hand, and secretly decided to entertain the scholars who ran away. It just so happens that I haven't practiced martial arts for a few days, and I don't know if my hands and feet are rusty.

The poetry meeting was still going on, Ma Yanyi was still smiling and commenting on the poems presented, Miss Lu Jia still frowned slightly, not knowing what to think, and the talents in the field were all looking forward to it, thinking that their poems could be famous, and then they were taken by a certain nobleman, and they were on the rise.

"Cai Gongzi's "Bamboo Forest View" is well written, moving and quiet, quite vivid, and the sentences are also very beautiful, especially the sentence 'Ten thousand bamboos are full of the city', which is catchy. It is worthy of being the head of Cangzhou's talents. Ma Yanyi held the scroll of poetry handed over from the pavilion of the Cai family in his hand and commented unhurriedly.

After listening to Cai Kun's poems, and then hearing Ma Yanyi's words, the talents around them all praised them one by one, and it can be said that so far, the poem written by Cai Kun's son is the best.

Cai Kun on the side also thought so, holding his head high, the folding fan in his hand swayed slowly, and he did not hide the smile raised at the corner of his mouth. Just as he was immersed in the praise of everyone, he heard Ma Yanyi continue.

"However, it's always a little cheesy, it's not that it's bad, it's just that in Ma's opinion, there is nothing wrong with changing the title of this poem, in other words, Cai Gongzi's poem is not suitable for the current proposition."

As soon as the words fell, the scene instantly became silent, for a while, the talents didn't know what to say, if it was someone else who wrote poetry, then they could still say a few words, but the current person is the son of Shangshu, not they poor scholars can judge.

Cai Kun was also very embarrassed, and the arrogance just now was gone. He knew that the poem he wrote could indeed only have a little to do with the proposition at the moment, and he thought that he could confuse a wave, but who knew that Ma Yanyi was not a prodigal child begging for life on the street.

The son of the Ma family is not good at poetry, but he is famous all over the world for commenting on poetry.

Ma Yanyi handed the exam paper to the scholar, and he sat down, smiling and looking at the talents around him, waiting for the next book to come out. However, after waiting for a long time, no one continued to hand over the poems, and it seemed that they were bound by Cai Kun's poems just now. I can't say anything, although the poem written by Cai Kun is not in line with the proposition, it is really well written, the style is arrogant but it is also appropriate, the rhetoric is high and not rude, it is a good poem, but it is a pity, it is too cheesy, and it is quite a tick.

Taking a sip of the tea that still had residual warmth, Ma Yanyi eased his dry throat. Two hours have passed, and there are a lot of poems passed on, and the talents inside and outside the city are enthusiastic and want to show their skills, but Li Gongzi from Suzhou seems to be very silent.

At first, he still closed his eyes and took a nap, probably looking for inspiration, but when he woke up, he was just chatting with the fat man on the side, and there was no rice paper, pen and ink on the table, Miss Lu Jia, as a woman, and the daughter of the Hou Ye, can still be said without writing poetry, what does this Li Xiao mean, being in the poetry club, but doing other things, don't you look down on the Jingshi poetry circle?

Shouldn't you write a word like "Water Tune Song Head", and you can't do it when you run out?

Ma Yanyi turned to look at it, and he happened to meet Li Xiao's eyes, and the latter's resentful eyes were seen by him without omission. Bowed his head slightly and smiled, thinking that this Suzhou prince could not have heard the slanderous words he thought, so he would show such eyes as if he was looking at the enemy, thinking about it carefully, he and he were just in a hurry, except for not arranging the seat in time today, and having never done anything sorry for Li Xiao, how could there be such a displeased expression.

Similarly, Ma Yanyi's puzzled expression was also seen by Li Xiao in his eyes, the difference was that he was not interested in guessing what Ma Yanyi was thinking, through the dream he had just had and what Chen Ziye said about Ma Yanyi's father, he could roughly guess something.

There is no doubt that Ma Yanyi's father, now Ma Zai, the imperial horse of the Ma Zheng Yuan, has an inseparable relationship with the burned courtyard in his dream, and it is very likely that Ma Zai is also involved, and a fire in the courtyard also has his share.

Li Xiao looked at Ma Yanyi, thinking of Ma Zai, who is now in a high position, he can never forget the desperate and helpless people in the fire in his dreams, and he can never forget the woman on the sickbed, the pale and loving smile, and the heavy voice.

Thinking about it, it seems that in the bottom of my heart, there is a voice saying - revenge.

yes, revenge. But the things of the year only appeared in dreams, and I didn't know everything, everything was my own conjecture, and the things in the dream were not true, and they couldn't be taken seriously.

"But, that's the first memory when you came." The voice continued.

You were just a baby, and what can you remember?

Li Xiao lowered his head, his hands clenched at some point. Yes, at that time, this body was just a baby, and what could it remember.

"But, you remember."

"I remember?" Li Xiao gasped and said something inexplicably, but the voice in his heart no longer replied, back and forth, only those five words kept repeating.

"What 'I remember'?" Chen Ziye put down the melon kernel in his hand and asked, "Li Xiao, what's wrong with you?" ”

Chu Chu also noticed Li Xiao's abnormality, and gently patted Li Xiao's back with his little hand, and the panic in his eyebrows could not be concealed.

The words in his ears and the feeling of slapping on his back made Li Xiao quickly come back to his senses. No matter who that memory belongs to, and whether everything in the dream is real or not, he needs to know everything, and all this should only be the person who appeared in the dream and is still alive - Ma Zai, knows something.

But as a horse, he definitely won't tell himself. If you want to know the truth, you have to get close to Ma Zai, but it is not easy to get close to the courtyard of a horse government, but now there is such an opportunity.

After saying that there was nothing to do with the two, Li Xiao touched his head that was still a little painful and got up, slowly, in the sight of everyone in the pavilion, walked to the front of the tent, arched his hand towards Lu Yunlu and Ma Yanyi, and said: "I heard that Ma Gongzi, as the vice president of Wenyuan Poetry Society, is a must in commenting on poetry. ”

Maybe not many of the talented people present knew Li Xiao who spoke, but they all knew the pavilion where Li Xiao was located, which was Miss Lu's place, and Miss Lu's family was no one.

The dream lover of the talented man of Jingshi, the first talented woman in the city, and the daughter of the current Marquis.

Let's not talk about what Li Xiao's identity is, Lu Yunlu alone is enough to shock the audience, and the people who can be there will not be people who are waiting for death with wine bags and rice bags, mixed eating, etc., and the next poems should be seen and listened to.

Looking at Li Xiao, who was standing upright, Lu Yunlu was also surprised, after sleeping for so long, he was finally going to write poems, and he didn't know if this swinger was the one who really wrote the head of the water tune.

As for Ma Yanyi, he was both happy and confused. I am glad that Li Xiao is finally going to write a poem, and Haoguo can have a masterpiece that moves the poetry world again, but the doubt is that I don't know why Li Xiao's tone carries a touch of hatred.

No matter so much, it should be because Li Gongzi hates the talents in the field and hates Haoguo's lack of poetry.

"Ma is not talented, I am willing to listen to one or two, Li Gongzi, please speak." Ma Yanyi got up nervously, and he couldn't hide his excitement in his tone.

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Push a wave of books. The diligent Xiaoliu wrote "I Really Just Want to Make Money".

It's light-hearted and funny, and it's very well written.

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