This is clearly the appearance of the secret movement of the love thread, after the sister met the brother-in-law, it was also such an expression, Yuexiang's heart was unkempt, all kinds of thoughts came to her, and she only felt a burst of impetuousness.

"The cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more so Kan and snub the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to? ”

At this time, the lyrics sounded outside the curtain, which also interrupted Yuexiang's thoughts, looking at Bai Jinyu, who was charming and girly, Yuexiang's clear eyes flashed with a trace of complexity.

"Auntie, it seems that the scholars outside are going to write poems and lyrics." Gently lifting the corner of the curtain, Bai Jinyu's eyes lit up, sparkling, revealing a bit of excitement.

After several female performers on the stage finished playing and singing Liu Yong's Yulin Bell, the literati in the audience also seemed to be touched, just on this beautiful day, how could they not express their feelings in their hearts, and as soon as the interest came, they immediately beckoned the servants to present pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Long pavilion, willow, fine wine, remnant sun, west wind, painted corner, partridge, autumn moon, fallen leaves, residual red, defeated lotus, river water, drizzle, autumn cicada, orchid boat, ancient road and other words have emerged, for a while, everyone in the banquet looked joyful, the face of laughter, but the pen is sad and aria, some words should be appropriate, some are far away, originally seem out of place, but in the eyes of the literati is so harmonious, you know, the literati pursue the artistic conception, Even if it doesn't match the vision, it's acceptable.

After the poems are made, it is natural to invite others to appreciate them, and the most important thing is to let Shao Yong, the protagonist of today's banquet, personally comment, the literati who can participate in this banquet, which one or two are not erudite and talented, and it is just a small meaning to write one or two poems and songs, and in an instant, Shao Yong was immediately surrounded by people.

Shao Yong was a little helpless in his heart, but his face was full of smiles, he took the poems handed by everyone with both hands, and kept thanking him, but the poems were too much, and they were piled up more than a foot high on his table, and if he wanted to finish commenting one by one, I am afraid it would take a lot of time.

"Everyone, listen to me." The silver-haired and childish He Shi came out to relieve the siege and said: "It is better to hand over these poems to the women on the stage and let them recite them on their behalf, and we will enjoy them carefully." ”

"That's a wonderful thing to say." When everyone heard this, they felt reasonable, and while enjoying the wine and food, they listened to the gentle and sweet voice of the female singer, which was really elegant.

The female performers on the stage were naturally very willing to serve, took over the thick manuscript of the poem from Shao Yong's hands, and immediately selected a few female performers with sweet voices, and with the assistance of the accompaniment, they recited one poem after another, while the literati listened carefully in the audience, shaking their heads with the rhythm and rhythm of the poems, as if they were intoxicated by it.

The poems written by the learned people are naturally not too bad, but there are no eye-catching poems, everything is so decent, of course, there are also a few excellent works, which have been unanimously appreciated by the scribes present, and the authors of the poems also have a bright face, and the red light is full of humility.

"The poetry is acceptable, but there is no talent of Liu Qi." After the curtain, Bai Jinyu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her delicate little face showed a hint of contempt.

"Yu'er, you must know that the world is so big, there is only one Liu Qi." Yuexiang pursed her lips and smiled, her posture charming and seductive.

"That's what my aunt said." Bai Jinyu nodded yes, obviously agreeing with Yuexiang's words.

Most of the hours have passed, the poems in the hands of the female actors are gradually decreasing, the sound of conversation and exchange during the banquet gradually sounded, everyone's minds are no longer on the poems, a literati who is the master of ceremonies turned his eyes, got up and smiled: "Princess, today we are waiting for Mr. Shao, the meaning of sorrow is very strong, poems and songs are endless, you can say a word that offends you, among the many poems, there are few masterpieces, Mr. Shao is knowledgeable, it is better to ask him to write a poem in a cup of tea, in order to remember the feelings of sorrow." ”

The function of the master of ceremonies is actually to enliven the atmosphere of the banquet, not to deliberately embarrass Shao Yong, but a kind of interest among the literati, so when he said his proposal, he was immediately unanimously supported by everyone, and his emotions became excited.

"The time is so short, I can't think about it, so I can't tell how to be good." Shao Yong stood up with a sad face and said, looking around, as if he wanted to ask for help, everyone laughed and twisted their heads to the side.

"Yaofu, it's hard to be gracious, you can't refuse, don't blame me for not reminding you, there are still 100 breaths, it's time." He Shi laughed and said, not only did he not help, but he had the intention of falling into the well.

"If you are careless in making friends, you can't do anything about it." Shao Yong frowned and sighed lightly, his eyes showed a smile, his gaze wandered, and suddenly fell on a person, his heart moved, and he immediately stretched out his slender fingers and said: "This little man, the old man's thoughts are exhausted, can you compose a poem on behalf of the old man?" ”

The curiosity of everyone present suddenly rose, and when Shao Yong pointed in the direction, a handsome young servant was at a loss for what to do, and his clear eyes blinked.

"Looking at Xiaolang's appearance, it seems that he agreed, and the old man thanked him first." A smile appeared at the corner of Shao Yong's mouth, he made a half-salute, and took a few steps forward to pull the servant over, and the young servant immediately became the focus of the audience.

Unlike most people's curiosity, Chu Ji, who was sitting in the corner, was extremely surprised, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, and found that he was indeed not mistaken, that young servant seemed to be his nephew Chu Qian, and Chu Qian, who was in charge of command and dispatch in the outfield, was even more secretly anxious, not understanding how Chu Zhen could be found out by Shao Yong.

After the curtain, Bai Jinyu's beautiful and pretty face showed a hint of nervousness, and her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, which made Yuexiang on the side even more irritable in her heart, and her gaze at Chu Zhen became more and more unkind.

"Xiaolang, the time for a cup of tea is almost here." Shao Yong reminded with a chuckle, for the sake of fate, the opportunity is already in front of him, as for whether he can grasp it, it depends on his true talent and learning.

Sensing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Chu Zhi quietly took a breath, stabilized the slightly disturbed emotions in his heart, and smiled lightly at Shao Yong, "The elder's order, how dare the kid disobey it." ”