Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind.

In the hall on the second floor of the old rain building, Li Pin's clear voice came into everyone's ears, and on the desk next to him, Ning Yi brushed the pen and brushed the book, only this first sentence came out, and many people's faces changed a little, some were solemn, waiting carefully for the next sentence, and some frowned, and their hearts were flooded with a bad feeling.

Among the people present, for Su Chonghua, he was more inclined to say that Ning Yi was only a young talent. He naturally didn't believe it, but he was in Yushan Academy, but he had a considerable understanding of Ning Yi's daily practices, and his teaching method was simply vernacular to child's play, and the basic subset of scriptures and history may have been read, and it was really hard for him to believe that he had learned something to say. Even if Song Mao personally said that Ning Yi had a set of teaching, in Su Chonghua's view, this was just a trick, and he might be able to make contributions for a while, but he would not be a system after a long time.

In fact, speaking of which, he had no opinion on how Ning Yi would live a mess, and he had been clear about Old Lady Su's plan from the beginning. As a person who has experienced officialdom, he has a strong ability to bear messy things, and he just buys a poem to become a genius, and he would not be polite if he could do this back then, so he never expressed his opinion on Ning Yi's teaching. But when it came to Song Mao's praise, it was different, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the old lady asked the other party to talk about teaching, and what he felt was a strong threat.

Ning Yi used to be low-key, not interacting with too many people, and flawless. As a member of the Su family, after Mrs. Su spoke, it was almost impossible to dismantle his platform at home. But tonight is indeed a good opportunity, and he has inadvertently wandered here, and he really can't push it off. He just thought about it, and immediately made a decision, and asked Pu Yangyi to call him up, as long as he came up, as an elder, he would not be able to push it at all, not to mention that Xue Jin was here to add fuel to the fire, plus so many literati around. As the saying goes, literati are light, your Mid-Autumn Festival overshadowed everyone's limelight, and there has been no movement since then, who will really obey you?

His calculation is actually similar to the thoughts of Su Wenxing and others on the day Song Mao arrived in Su Mansion, all of which were for others to expose his details. Su Chonghua was ready to let Ning Yi fall into disrepute tonight, and everything that followed was really as he thought, among the whispers of everyone, he really refused to let him go, Xue Jin's performance was exaggerated, but it was indeed just right here, and his sentence was like the last straw that crushed the camel's back, and it fell just right.

However, if Ning Yi's ensuing look surprised him, and then the other party simply started writing, it suddenly made Su Chonghua chuckle in his heart, realizing that this calculation was wrong, and the appearance of this first sentence, he already understood that when he was most proud, he was counter-generalized.

It's so crisp.

Although the focus may be different, he and Xue Jin both feel this together, and Ning Yi's calm attitude can only prove that he will not have problems in this regard. The appearance of the first sentence, others have not had time to really figure it out, of course, a single sentence can be said to be impeccable at most, nor can it be said to be good or bad, but when Li Pin read out "more blowing down, the stars are like rain", the initial outline of this sentence has already appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the atmospheric and magnificent atmosphere spreads out with the formation of this word.

Brush brush brush.

"BMW carved car...... Fragrant road. ”

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves ......"

"The light of the jade pot turns ......"

"One Night—Ichthyosaurus Dance—"

Su Chonghua sat there, sighed slightly, raised the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, closed his eyes, and knew that his thoughts about tonight had come to naught, which felt like calculating others in officialdom, and the calculation was completely wrong, and it was not comfortable. He really felt a little unable to see through the kid in front of him now. On the other side, Xue Jin opened his mouth slightly, his expression was surprised, and he blinked his eyes and couldn't speak. The whole hall was silent, and someone was repeating the poem, and the noise outside came in.

If the Mid-Autumn Festival song is gradual, starting from the plain, with no abrupt superb techniques to expand the entire clear and eternal atmosphere, then the song in front of me is unambiguously open and closed from the beginning, like splashing ink landscapes, wild grass calligraphy, from the beginning with the most magnificent tone to unfold the weather. "Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Just this one, the metaphors that are constantly mentioned have vividly described the entire Shangyuan night scene, as if the excitement has been condensed dozens of times, and then replaced in front of everyone's eyes. , The atmosphere in this hall became a little solemn, Ning Yi stopped, looked back, on the surface, it seemed to be watching everyone's reactions, but in fact, he was still paying attention to the walking maid in Tsing Yi. As he was writing, he glanced at the woman's movements, but she only glanced at this side suspiciously, and then walked intently, pouring wine and so on, and then stood slightly sideways beside a pillar, and looked diagonally towards the corridor outside the window. In the entire hall, except for Ning Yi, probably no one will pay attention to her.

Ning Yi turned back, the brush turned around in the inkstone, and muttered: "Moth snow willow golden wisp ......" Li Pin didn't hear clearly: "Huh? Seeing Ning Yi's brush falling, he then understood.

"Moth Snow Willow Golden Wisp ......"

The words were still writing, and on one side of Ning Yi's gaze, the green-clothed maid turned around again, poured wine for a person, and turned her gaze to the other side quietly, and above the corridor, the two blue-shirted men had also turned around and were looking inside. Pu Yangyi seemed to have discovered this, and a participant who probably had some status went over to inquire and negotiate, and whispered at the door, while others were listening attentively and no one paid attention.

Ning Yi raised his pen and wrote down the next sentence, "Laughter is full of dark fragrance."

The two blue-shirted soldiers finally didn't dare to disturb the gathering of so many literati, and the voice over there was also low, and then finally turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor, and looked in through the window on the way, Ning Yi stopped after writing this sentence, and the two disappeared at the window over there, and the woman in Tsing Yi also walked along the circular road, carrying a wine jug to the door, and poured wine at the table near the door, and waited a little, it should be calculating the time for the two to go up to the third floor.

"Thousands of people are looking for him......"

In Li Pin's voice, Ning Yi paid attention to the woman's movements from the corner of her eyes, and finally walked out of the door quietly at this time, she looked at the end of the corridor, Xu is blue-shirted man was no longer there, and he was about to move, and then the sentence "suddenly look back" just sounded. The woman seemed to notice something, and her figure stopped, and her eyes looked this way, as if frowning slightly. With a frightening glance, Ning Yi quietly withdrew his gaze and concentrated on writing the last sentence of the poem.

After the last stroke fell, Li Pin next to him also sighed, and his eyes scanned the surroundings: "Suddenly look back...... But the man was in the dim lamp. ”

After this sentence, someone sighed in the quiet: "Okay, ......", Qilan on the other side of the hall has already heard the ripples in their eyes, and after listening to this "everyone is looking for him thousands of times, and suddenly looking back, that person is in the lamplight", but he stood up involuntarily, wanted to say something or walk towards this side, and then realized that this was a little inappropriate, bit his lower lip lightly, pulled his handkerchief with both hands, and turned his head to look to the side. More people are still chewing on the artistic conception of this rhyme, Ning Yi put down the pen, Li Pin carefully picked up the rice paper and shook it, looked at it carefully before handing it to Pu Yangyi next to him, looked at Ning Yi, sighed unspeakably, and then took a step back and made a gesture.

This sentence is extremely prosperous, and it depicts the grand occasion of Shangyuan with an admirable brushstroke, even if it is only this half, it is already a good sentence that makes people marvel. However, when it came to Xia Yan, it actually extracted an artistic conception from this most prosperous portrayal, the former Que entered the WTO, and the latter Que was out of the world, and the two corresponded to each other, and the huge impact was indescribable. Some of the people present are still figuring it out, and some people are understanding, but they are only sighing faintly, and their eyes are complicated. This artistic conception is put at the moment, after all, it still has a point.

Of course, there were also a few people who paid attention to the movements of others for the first time, such as Xue Jin, who noticed the rise of everyone in Qilan over there for the first time. He just said those words, and at this time, he was directly laughed at by a poem, of course, no one had the heart to pay attention to him at the moment, but he was also a little indignant for a while, after all, it was he and Ning Yi who were confronting him. After a while, I couldn't help but say, "That...... Then why do you say to the elders of the family that the water tune song head is composed by a priest? ”

Ning Yi put down his pen and calculated in his heart the time when the maid in green clothes disappeared outside the window. He didn't have any feelings about Xue Jin and others, but when he heard him speak, he looked at him with a smile: "Brother Xue, where did you hear about this?" ”

Xue Jin was stunned: "Although it is hearsay, it is a painting of voice, you ...... Have you ever said that? ”

Ning Yi looked at him for a few seconds, blinked his eyes, and laughed: "I said it, but the rumors stop at the wise, and Brother Xue may have heard half a sentence less." The two talked, Xue Jin's tone was slightly higher, but Ning Yi opened his mouth indifferently, and his voice was afraid that it would not spread as far as Li Pin, but as soon as this sentence came out, Su Chonghua over there also glared, obviously not expecting him to say this. Xue Jin looked stunned, and before he could speak, Ning Yi arched his hand to the surroundings: "There is indeed something important to do here, and it is definitely not a deception, so I will leave, goodbye." ”

At this moment, no one dared to stop him, and some people even bowed and said, "Brother Ning has something to do and go quickly." Or, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Here Xue Jin glared: "You ......" Before the words came out, Ning Yi patted him on the shoulder, making it look like he wanted to say something, and the surrounding Li Pin, Wu Qihao, Pu Yangyi and others all listened attentively, and two seconds later, "That Taoist priest ...... that day" only heard Ning Yi say: "...... Sang two songs. ”

It didn't really keep his voice down. After Ning Yi finished speaking, he nodded and turned to leave, Xue Jin's face turned red for a while, and he couldn't speak. Xiaochan was originally silently memorizing the words behind others, but at this time, she hurriedly smiled and followed out of the road, and the two disappeared into the corridor one after the other.

The scene was a little quiet for a while, and others couldn't find much topic for the time being, Li Pin looked at the word, and said with a smile: "As soon as this word comes out, the upper yuan word, I'm afraid it's not easy to write." ”

Pu Yangyi nodded, flicked the rice paper, and sighed: "Good words......" and then circulated it with others. Over there, Qilan turned her head to look at the window where Ning Yi and Xiaochan had disappeared, sat down a little stunned, and after a while, she laughed again, talking to a few people around her as usual, mobilizing the atmosphere. Waiting for the words to come, I'm going to put on a show.

Half an hour later, the song "Qingyu Case" spread all over Jiangning......

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Speaking of preserved eggs, it is said that bananas have eaten preserved eggs directly since childhood, dipped in vinegar, dipped in soy sauce, or such and such a way to mix and mix to eat is not like, I really can't eat it, my piece, people I know seem to eat like this, pickled badly to have an alkaline taste, but I can understand that everyone has a variety of ways to eat. What I don't understand is the argument that it is impossible to eat directly, or that eating directly will even eat the dead...... There are all kinds of things in the world, all kinds of different ways of living, all kinds of different lives and happiness, it seems that when I was a child, I was quite happy to have a preserved egg to eat.

It's the same with MSG, some people can skip it, but some people eat it, and it doesn't seem to be incomprehensible, isn't it, many shops still use MSG to make flavor. When I went back to the countryside during the Qingming Festival, the food there always tasted fishy, but the people in my hometown thought it was delicious and got used to it. In ancient times, there were not so many seasonings, what would it be like? Some people in the book review area also said that in ancient times, some people became imperial chefs with sea intestines, and 90% of sea intestines were monosodium glutamate. I won't discuss this matter much.

A new week has begun, asking for recommendation votes ^_^

There should be a change in the early morning - it may be tomorrow morning, after all, this chapter is too late, it is not recommended to wait.