According to the convention, the Jinling Poetry Society will first determine the poetry leader, and if the talented people at the poetry meeting have good works, or prepare them a few months earlier, most of them will directly get up at the meeting to read and evaluate them. Or hand the paper with the poem written to others, and humbly say that it is occasionally clumsy, please give more guidance to everyone here, and then the paper will be circulated in the hands of everyone, if the poem is really well written, someone will get up and read it, discuss it with everyone, and the mad man Lu Gong and others will also make some guidance.

Of course, really good poems will not come out at this time, but occasionally there will be one or two that are better. Even if it just ends up with the evaluation of the elders "Zhongping, it can be eye-catching", it is also a commendable thing.

At this time, there happened to be a page in Lu Lao's hands, Lu Lao picked it up and looked at it, but he smiled and nodded frequently.

The wild horse on the side became interested and asked anxiously, "How?" ”

"Hehe, this one is good, you can take a look"

"Oh?" The mad man took it with a smile, read it with the poem, and read the words in his mouth: "Outside the autumn scene, everything feels leisurely, if there is no moon in this night, the autumn is empty for a year...... Lu Gong, this Sikong Ye's "Mid-Autumn Festival" is really good, and he is about to enter the room" The two whispered on the side, although the poems have not yet been exhausted, but they can peep into the leopard, presumably tonight's poetry showdown will be very exciting, and the two are still relatively relieved and satisfied.

Cao Yi was drinking himself on the table at this time, thinking in his heart whether to implement the plan to promote the two kinds of wine at this time, so his eyes were empty in one place, but it happened to be the direction of Shen Yan.

"Xuanji, everyone, I have learned shallowly, and I have been thinking hard for two months to get this poem, and I am cheeky to let everyone guide Xuanji" Shen Yan walked in front of Yu Xuanji, and admitted that he was not enough to learn. At this time, Cao Yi was also curious about what poetry Shen Yan could write, but he looked at the fish mystery and looked at the paper carefully, and then raised his head and looked at Cao Yi, his expression was a little hesitant, as if he was hesitating about something, and finally opened his lips lightly and read it out: "The spring breeze does not know the moon, the autumn water hides the jade plate, the acacia is in the clouds, and the beauty is looking forward to it." ”

When Yu Xuanji finished reading, Shen Yan's hot eyes stared at each other, as if he was using his eyes to put pressure on Yu Xuanji. But who is Yu Xuanji, that is the famous head card of Jiangning, to put it mildly, it is also the Oiran of the entire Jiangning City, such a powerful character with exquisite eight sides and long sleeves and good at dancing, how can he be stumped by Shen Yan's vulgar means, just a light sentence: "The poems written by Shen Gongzi are valuable in emotional sincerity, and the words are immersed in true feelings, and they are naturally not carved, which is commendable." It must have been written for the future wife of the main house, which is really enviable. ”

Although Yu Xuanji is excellent in terms of appearance and talent, in this era, whether it is a wealthy family or a wealthy businessman, the general main house still needs the Ming media to marry the right person, not to mention that no matter how bad the Shen family is, it will not let a Fengyue woman become the wife of the richest man in Jiangning. That's why Yu Xuanji's words are all pointed out openly and secretly, I will definitely refuse to be a concubine with you, but you can't promise me the wife of the main house, so forget it.

Cao Yi looked at Shen Yan's aggrieved and depressed mind, and somehow, a knowing smile appeared on his face. Originally, Shen Yan was in a bad mood, but when he saw the smile on Cao Yi's face at this time, he naturally thought that Cao Yi was gloating and laughed at him. was suddenly annoyed in his heart, how could he still take care of the politeness and disguise that he had always maintained, and he was rushing towards Cao Yi with a hideous face......

At this time, the subordinate suddenly handed over a piece of paper from the outside, presumably the poetry club outside and a good poem was born, the mad man took it from the hand of the subordinate, read it silently, and then showed a happy smile on his face, unconsciously stroked his beard, turned his head and said loudly: "It is rare that the Huaishui Poetry Club has produced a talented poem, in my opinion, this one is going to be in the limelight tonight!" ”

Immediately diverted everyone's attention, including Shen Yan, who was about to explode.

After hearing this, Lu Gong took the note from the mad man and recited it aloud: "The clear stream flows through the blue mountain, and the empty water is clear and fresh. Thirty miles of red dust are separated, and the white clouds and red leaves are long...... Not bad, the first two sentences are written in the scene, skillfully using the artistic conception of 'clouds and sun, empty and fresh together' in Xie Lingyun's "Lonely Island in the Dengjiang River", and the last two sentences are lyrical, and have an otherworldly, leisurely and self-satisfied mood outside the object, which is really good. ”

At this time, the prefect Yang Jue also came over to read it carefully, and sighed slightly: "This article is entitled "Autumn Moon", but there is no ink to write the moon, but the moon is seen everywhere...... Cheng Hao and Cheng Boting should be the pillars of the country! ”

The audience was in an uproar, this is already a high evaluation, but this poem really deserves this praise, the mad man He Da smiled heartily: "Everyone here has great talents, for the leaders of their peers, should make some better poems, don't fall into the prestige of my Jinling Poetry Society."

As soon as the mad man finished speaking, Shen Yan saluted slightly and said loudly: "Crazy man! This Cao Yi Cao Zhaozheng has an outstanding demeanor and extraordinary bearing, and has been living in the deep house recently, reading poetry and books, and must be able to make a peerless masterpiece in the name of the Jinling Poetry Club! ”

Immediately Cao Yi understood, this Shen Yan first gave a high hat to Cao Yi, and then let him fall down hard, it was really vicious, even if he looked at Shen Yan with a playful look.

"Oh? Cao Yi, do you have the confidence to make a better poem than Cheng Hao Cheng Boting's "Autumn Moon"? If it's better than that, then the position of the leader of the poetry of the Jinling Poetry Club this year, you will be nine out of ten! The madman looked at Cao Yi with expectant and encouraging eyes. He didn't know what was going on between Shen Yan and Cao Yi, thinking that Shen Yan was just holding Cao Yi as a friend and asking Cao Yi to take out the prepared poems.

At this time, Lu Lao also paid attention to this side, and finally found Cao Yi, who had the intention to find this little friend who played chess together but did not find it, and he didn't expect to meet in this way at this time, but it was not easy to say hello at this time, so he could only nod his head.

"Crazy man, I am just a junior who has not yet been admitted to the middle school, and I came to participate in the poetry event today just with the mentality of increasing my knowledge and learning from teaching, and it is a blessing to see such a masterpiece......" Cao Yi snorted before Shen Yan finished speaking, although the voice was soft, but at this time the audience was paying attention to it, and naturally heard it clearly.

Even if the mad man didn't know it at this time, he knew that he was being tricked by Shen Yan, and his expression changed, but he didn't have a seizure yet, he just glanced at Shen Yan deeply.

Cao Yi continued: "However, today's Jinling Poetry Club is related to the times, the environment, and the people. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we gathered in Hefu, and the celebrities and scholars of Jiangning gathered together, chanting poems, competing talents, playing with hearts, drinking and singing, a school of elegant rhyme, worthy of Jinling Yaji. Therefore, although there is Cheng Boting's "Autumn Moon" pearl and jade in front, but our generation should be between the poetry and wine, the courage to leave the English words, and reproduce the shining wind of the Lanting sages, which is a great blessing for the Lanting image to be inherited. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Lu Lao stood up: "The style of a gentleman should be like this." Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became a little lively again.

"All the great talents here are brilliant in their writing, with seven steps into poetry and eight forks into rhyme. However, he is not sensitive to thought, so he can take advantage of the opportunity to compose poems when he is drunk...... "After Cao Yi finished speaking, he asked Liu Baiqing and the small servants of Hefu to pour Taibai drunk for everyone present, and said loudly: "This is a newly brewed wine in Xiafu, called 'Taibai Drunk', I will use this wine to salute you, in order to emulate the pride of 'Li Baidou's wine poems'." ”

When everyone heard this, they all picked up the wine cup in their hands, at first glance, the water was clear and clean, compared to the wine that still floated with residues and variegated colors today, it was much better from the senses, and then sniffed lightly with the nose, the fragrance was attractive, the entrance wine was rich in flavor, the taste was mellow, and the wine was warm and fragrant when drunk, although the degree was a little high, but it was indeed a peerless wine. Everyone here is a celebrity and noble, and has drunk a lot of famous wine, and they all have a slight comparison in their hearts, and find that the fine wines they have drunk before seem to be much inferior, as far as the wine of tonight's poetry meeting is concerned, it is the Biguang wine provided free of charge by Qingfeng Building, the first restaurant in Jiangning, and I also felt that it was the best wine in Jiangning before, but now a comparison, it is dwarfed in an instant.

Even Shen Yan's face was cloudy, and he couldn't figure out why Cao Fu could make such a fine wine. It is the home of a businessman, and he naturally knows how much this Taibai drunk will have on the status of their Shen family Qingfeng Building, as long as there are other restaurants serving this kind of wine, then the status of their Qingfeng Building Jiangning No. 1 Restaurant is bound to be greatly impacted and challenged. This made him feel unacceptable, and the hatred for Cao Yi in his heart became more and more intense. If he didn't do something at this time, he felt that he would be detonated by the anger in his heart: "Cao Yi, you have also drunk wine, so hurry up and show your talent and write poems for me to read and observe!" ”

Originally, the mad prince He Da and Yang Jue, the prefect of Jiangning, still wanted to ask Cao Yi about "too white drunk", but at this time, he saw Shen Yan so forced to give up for the time being, but he also disliked his Meng Lang's mean behavior in his heart, and immediately decided that even if the poems written by Cao Yi were not good, he would say a few good words and try to round the field.

"Since Brother Shen is so anxious, he doesn't dare to hide his clumsiness, and he is ugly!" After Cao Yi finished speaking, he walked to the desk next to him and picked up the brush. Originally, the poetry meeting, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were everywhere, and Cao Yi dipped the brush in the ink and paused for a few seconds.

Everyone looked at him to see what kind of poems Cao Yi could write, but everyone didn't have too high expectations, he was not famous before, and he was even temporarily choked. There are only two people present who are most concerned about Cao Yi's poems, one is Lu Lao, judging from the treatment of people and things and the knowledge of speaking when playing chess before, Cao Yi should be quite talented, as for whether he is a big talent or a small talent, it is unknown, so he is more concerned. As for the other one, it was Shen Yan and Shen Gongzi, who was standing next to the desk at this time, and wanted to read the poems written by Cao Yi in real time, so that he could make fun of them as soon as possible and let everyone see the jokes.

Cao Yi picked up the pen and brushed the brush on the rice paper with a speed, and even unconsciously used cursive. Shen Yan watched from the side, and after a while, he couldn't wait to read out the words written by Cao Yi aloud.

"Akie...... Flower Moon Night ......"

Although Shen Yan was very hostile to Cao Yi, he was sure that Cao Yi could not write any good poems, and deliberately recited extremely hard, with a clear tone and a low tone, which could highlight the unbearable nature of the poems when the time came, so the entire poetry venue could be heard clearly.

After a while, Shen Yan's face changed instantly...... But I reread it anyway.

"Autumn River Tide...... Lian Haiping, the moon on the sea...... Co-tide. ”

On the desk next to him, Cao Yi was still writing hard, and only this first sentence was read out, which made many people present change their faces, some were solemn, some stood up from their seats, and even Mad Gong, Lu Gong and Yang Zhifu listened sideways......

The first sentence alone lays out the magnificent picture of the moonlit night of the autumn river with the tide and the sea, and also shows the initial outline of the poem in front of everyone, with majestic atmosphere and thousands of images.