Some things are like this, once one person speaks, there will be countless people who will follow suit.

Li Chengqian and Li Tai also looked at Zong Xiu with a smile, they had all heard about the last banquet in the imperial garden: Zong Xiu didn't even give face to his father and mother in order not to write poems, and finally pretended to be crazy with wine, and was beaten a lot.

When the girl of Yi Fengge saw the scholar coaxing, she immediately stopped singing and dancing, and two girls sharpened the pen and prepared to transcribe it.

Originally, Zong Xiu didn't plan to play.

His purpose in holding the Shilin Assembly was only to make money.

Besides, he didn't write those poems. Plagiarism and copying, I feel embarrassed.

But as soon as he saw the provocative eyes of the interpretation of the scriptures, Zong Xiu couldn't help but want to go up and show off.

"Ahem...... Since this is the case, then I will chant a song first, and the right should be thrown to lead the jade. If it's not good, please forgive me. ”

Zong Xiu coughed lightly, pretended to bow his head in contemplation, and walked directly onto the middle stage after a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is the first Chang'an Poetry Meeting, so we and other literati are naturally indispensable to drink happily, so how about I use the theme of 'wine' and 'moon'?"

"Yes, yes, Master Zongzi hurry up."

Li Chengqian urged.

Zong Xiu grabbed the wine jug on the table in the center of the stage and drank it with his head up.

Although it is plagiarizing the poetry of later generations, it is also necessary to set off the atmosphere and make the posture sufficient.

Seeing that half a pot of wine was in his stomach, Zong Xiu hadn't opened his mouth yet, and the scholars were anxious.

"Don't just drink, but read it."

"I've long wanted to see the great talents of the 'Tianwen Sect'."

"Grind and grind, how long are you going to delay?"

"Haha, there it is!" Zong Xiu's face sank, and he made a painful and melancholy look, with a sad expression.

When is the bright moon? Put the wine can be in the sky.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's cold in high places......

……

After reciting a song "Water Tune Song Head", Zong Xiu felt good about himself - the words were correct and round.

But why didn't there be applause?

Zong Xiu looked down - damn, it's cold!

The soldiers were all staring at him with strange expressions.

Don't these people know what a 'word' is?

Just when Zong Xiu was nervous, Shi Congwen suddenly got up and sighed.

"The patriarch is talented, and it is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, such long and short sentences, which should be appropriate for the situation, and when I listen to it, I also feel homesick."

"It's a good sentence 'I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together', I didn't expect you to be a loving person. Isn't there someone else that Sect President misses? ”

An Boyi got up with a wine glass and sighed, as if he thought of someone.

In the private room upstairs, Yan Chengcheng originally hid upstairs and looked down through the window, and after listening to Zong Xiu's long and short sentences, he couldn't help but turn pale, as if he had been touched.

As soon as Shi Shiwen and An Boyi spoke, the other scholars also praised him. When they saw that Zong Xiu only walked a few steps, they chanted such a long and short sentence with far-reaching artistic conception, and they were all impressed, and they knew that they could no longer compare with Zong Xiu when it came to poetry alone.

Zong Xiu's family knows his own affairs, and he will copy the dog in the later life, so he is embarrassed to continue to let people praise, and sneered: "Everyone, today is the Chang'an Poetry Club, and the bricks under it have been thrown, and it will depend on your talents later." ”

Zong Xiu made a gesture of invitation, but the scholars waiting in the audience did not move.

Zong Xiu couldn't help but be speechless: Damn, none of you will play, whose money will I make?

Seeing that the scholars were not on stage, Zong Xiu hurriedly glanced at the singers who were in charge of serving.

Those singers are also human spirits, and they have snuggled up to the scholars in various pictures and blew the wind in their ears, encouraging everyone to go up and fight poetry.

However, no matter what the girls said, there was not a single scholar on the field.

Seeing that the 'First Chang'an Poetry Conference' was about to end in failure, Yan Chengcheng's voice suddenly came from upstairs.

"Hey, didn't you say that the Chang'an Poetry Club was good? Why is it quiet, why do all the sons sit and don't speak? ”

Yan Qingcheng twisted his waist and walked down the wooden staircase, and the pretty jade face was surprised.

"Yan, everyone."

"Yan, everyone."

Some people who knew Yan Chengcheng's identity got up to say hello.

"Who is this?"

Seeing Yan Chengcheng appear, other scholars who came to Chang'an for the first time cast curious glances.

Zong Xiu explained: "This is Yan Chengcheng Yan, and he is also the main owner of the poetry meeting that lent the venue to us today. ”

Yan Tingcheng covered his lips with an embroidered fan and giggled.

"Yan Chengcheng of the slave family has seen all the sons, in fact, the chairman of the Chang'an Poetry Society told the slave family a few months ago, at that time, in order not to weaken his reputation at the poetry meeting, but he racked his brains to make a long and short sentence, and even repaired for several months, I don't know if he has repaired it now?"

After speaking, Yan Tingcheng said to Zong Xiuke again: "President Zong, how is your long and short sentence?" But you have to chant and let the slaves and your sons listen to it. ”

"Forehead ......"

Zong Xiu was stunned: What did you call a few months ago? It's been less than three months since I came to Chang'an, who knew who we knew a few months ago? Also, what makes me rack my brains to make a long and short sentence?

It's strange to say, as soon as Yan Chengcheng's voice fell, the scholars shouted again.

"I see, I thought it would be so good to chant casually, and the relationship has been repaired for months."

"Haha, Master Lu, why don't you and I also take out the original proud work and chant again?"

"Brother Zhao, please first."

"Yes, yes, the sect president is prepared, we can't just chant poetry casually, right?"

The atmosphere was alive again, and the scholars who were originally reluctant to go to the stage competed for poetry.

Seeing this, Yan Tingcheng outlined a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Let you show off, it's almost cold." I've helped you so much, how can you thank me? ”

“……”

With this smug little look and a tsundere little voice, Zong Xiu also reacted.

Yan Chengcheng is helping him warm up.

"What reward do you want? It's a big deal, all the profits made by this issue of the poetry club will be given to you. Zong Xiu also whispered.

"Huh? Do you want to do the next issue? I'm not afraid of losing. ”

Seeing that the scholars were clamoring to come to the stage, and no one paid attention to what was going on here, Yan Qingcheng and Zong Xiu hid in the corner and whispered.

Li Chengqian and Li Tai saw it in their eyes, and the brothers glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of shock in each other's eyes.

Over there, Zong Xiu smiled and said, "Loss? I'm haha, I'm going to trade at a loss? Yan, everyone, when I talk to you in detail, you will naturally understand that this poem will not only not be lost, but will also make a lot of money during the repayment period. I not only want to hold the first phase, but also hold small meetings every month in the future, and hold conferences every year. ”

Yan Chengcheng saw the excitement of what Zong Xiu said, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"If this poem will be held in January, I'm afraid not many people will come in the future, right?"

"You're very wrong. In the future, we will not only do it every month, but also take the high-end route and implement the membership system. Starting next month, those who want to come to the poetry club must not only have talent, but also have a membership card issued by us. Hehe, I won't let ordinary people come if they want to come. ”