"My pony can write lyrics."

The voice of the little slave was very loud, and many people present heard it.

"Little slave." Zhao Hanyan glanced at her with some reproach, and the little slave had to quickly shut up.

But the little slave said everything, Zhao Hanyan will be watched by so many people, and she doesn't know how to shirk it, so she had to nod lightly to Yang Yue: "Then let the horse make a song to help everyone." ”

After Zhao Hanyan finished speaking, he could only pray in his heart that his colt would not do too badly and make people laugh.

After getting the princess's approval, Yang Yue smiled slightly, and then summoned the maid beside her and said a few words to the maid.

The maid nodded, and then walked towards Yang Li opposite.

At this time, Zhang Xiang and Yang Li chatted for an hour and had a great time.

After hearing what the maid said to him, Yang Li raised his head and glanced at Zhang Xiang strangely.

"Brother Yang, why do you look at me like this?" Zhang Xiang didn't know why.

Yang Li said with a smile: "Your princess and lady said that you should make the first words for all of us to help the fun." ”

"Uh..."

Zhang Xiang was taken aback, and then glanced at Zhao Hanyan opposite.

Zhao Hanyan just nodded slightly at him, but his expression was a little helpless.

Zhang Xiang smiled dryly: "Brother Yang, I don't know how to compose lyrics, forget it!" ”

Yang Li said: "Then how can it be done, since you have come to the poetry meeting, how can you make sense if you don't make a poem!" Look at so many women over there waiting! ”

"I really can't do it! Brother Yang, don't embarrass me. Zhang Xiang hurriedly waved his hand.

Yang Li didn't care about him, and he was also very helpless: "I am the organizer of the poetry club, you see so many people are looking forward to it, and I can't let them down!" It's okay, you just have to do it, just make the head. ”

After that, Yang Li stood up, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Let the horse give us the first words, what do you think?" ”

"Okay!"

"Good..."

"Ask the colt to write the lyrics..."

So, a talented man also started to coax.

He Yunzhang in the crowd thought of the poem Zhang Xiang had written in the academy before, and sneered: "What words he will make, it's just a matter of losing his face, but don't lose the face of my Mr. Huating Academy." ”

Li Yanzhi was puzzled: "Why did Mr. He say that? ”

He Yunzhang snorted lightly, too lazy to explain, waiting to see the joke.

In the face of so many people's coaxing, Zhang Xiang was a little dumbfounded, and hurriedly got up and arched his hand: "I really don't know how to write lyrics, so don't embarrass me." ”

Yang Li hurriedly said to him: "Brother Zhang, look, I've said everything, so many people are waiting, you just have to be the first to do it, otherwise we won't be able to get off the stage!" ”

At this time, Zhang Xiang suddenly saw a small figure beckoning to him not far away.

He didn't bother to care about these people, and said to Yang Li: "Brother Yang, if you don't accompany you, I'll go to the toilet." ”

Then Zhang Xiang got up and walked outside.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"yes, why did you leave?"

"Can't you do it!"

“……”

At that moment, a group of people shouted one after another.

He Yunzhang said to Li Yanzhi: "Look, what I said, I was scared and ran away." ”

Li Yanzhi glanced at him, but he didn't think so.

In the face of everyone's commotion, Yang Li hurriedly pressed his hand and explained: "Don't worry, everyone, the horse is just going for convenience, he said it, and he will do it for everyone when he comes back." ”

Over there, Zhao Hanyan's face was as calm as water.

After all, it is his own colt, and in front of outsiders, he has to think about him, so it is better to leave like this, so as not to cause jokes.

Although he was watched by so many people, he couldn't hold his face.

But she is a princess, and she is unwilling to do it, so these people can only complain in their hearts at most.

The little slave on the side was also anxious, and hurriedly said to Zhao Hanyan: "Princess, the concubine really knows how to compose lyrics, you wait for him to come back." ”

Zhao Hanyan smiled at her indifferently: "It's okay, I believe in you, and I believe in the horse." ”

On the other side, Zhang Xiang ran out and saw Su Qianruo, who was waiting for her outside.

Just now he saw Su Qianruo beckoning to him, and he ran out.

"Why are you here too?" Zhang Xiang said with a smile.

Su Qianruo smiled mischievously: "Sir, how is it, I saved the scene in time!" ”

Zhang Xiang nodded violently: "In time, if you don't look for me, I don't know how to get out." ”

Su Qianruo said: "I see that Mr. is embarrassed in front of so many people, so I have to call Mr. out." ”

Zhang Xiang said stinkily: "It's not embarrassing, I just don't want to be too high-profile, my princess said, let me keep a low profile." ”

"Bragging."

Su Qianruo snorted: "I went back and asked grandpa, and grandpa said that your poem is not called a poem at all." ”

"I told you, it's not poetry at all." Zhang Xiang shrugged indifferently.

"Then so many people ask you to compose lyrics, isn't it embarrassing? Yang Li is one of the four famous people, the former champion, as well as Zhou Yi, the first genius in Pingzhou, and so many literati, even if Mr. makes it, how can he compare to them? The little girl shook her head.

Zhang Xiang 'cut' and said: "So what? Believe it or not, and they will not dare to do it. ”

"Bragging again."

The little girl looked left and right, and whispered to him, "Sir, while there is no one now, you can go first!" Otherwise, when you go back, they'll have to let you write the lyrics. ”

"It's too stuffy inside, why don't you walk with me, this Mid-Autumn Festival night, if you don't enjoy the flowers and the moon, wouldn't it be too wasteful." Zhang Xiang said with a smile.

The little girl nodded hurriedly: "Okay, then the gentleman will tell me a story!" ”

"Then I'll tell you a story about the Mid-Autumn Festival, called "Chang'e Running to the Moon"

"Once upon a time, there was a goddess named Chang'e, and she had a husband named Houyi..."

“……”

In the attic, the poetry meeting continues.

Although Zhang Xiang ran away, it was only a small episode.

You can't wait for him forever.

Next, many people wrote poems one after another.

A poem by Zhou Yi, the first genius in Pingzhou, overwhelmed the audience and received a round of applause from everyone.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the first genius in Pingzhou, as soon as this poem comes out, all the poetry clubs in Pingzhou today will be eclipsed."

"Yang Zhongkang hasn't done it yet! He was once the first talent in Pingzhou and won the champion. ”

"Yang Zhongkang has not had poems circulating in the past few years, and he will not grab this kind of limelight from his juniors."

“…”

In the midst of everyone's discussions and praises, Zhou Yipian in the audience bowed his hand politely, and then walked to his seat.

"Zhiyuan's poem is really beautiful, is there anyone else who wants to do it?"

Yang Li praised and then looked at everyone.

Everyone shook their heads, as soon as Zhou Yi's poem came out, no one present may be able to overpress it except Yang Li, but as some people think, Yang Li has stopped writing poetry for many years, and he is the organizer of this poetry club, on this occasion, he generally will not steal the limelight.

Yang Li said: "If no one does it again, then the winner of the poetry laurel of tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club is Zhou Zhiyuan." ”

Someone suddenly said up: "Isn't Zhang Juma still undone!" ”

This reminder reminds everyone.

In fact, by now, many people have counted in their hearts, and if this horse can do it, it will not run away.

It's probably going to all go home.

It's just that the princess is still there! And no one said these words that they knew by heart.

Yang Li also raised his eyebrows: "Then let's wait for the horse." ”

Zhang Xiang didn't come back for a long time, and Zhao Hanyan also thought that he had gone home, so he said to the little slave: "Little slave, let's go back too!" ”

"Princess, the colt hasn't come back yet!" The little slave said urgently.

Zhao Hanyan smiled lightly: "He may have gone back." ”

"No, the colt won't just go." The little slave shook his head, and hurriedly said to the princess: "Princess, the colt really knows how to compose lyrics, and these words made by these people are far worse than his one." ”

"Little slave, shut up, how can you speak?" Zhao Hanyan frowned.

After all, they are all readers, and this kind of thing can't be said casually.

"Really, princess, I don't lie to you."

The little slave hurriedly said: "I heard it with my own ears that day, I don't believe it, I'll read it to you, when is the bright moon?" Ask the sky for wine..."

The little slave's voice was very loud, and when everyone heard her speak, they also hurriedly listened.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? ”

Thinking of this, the little slave stopped, and muttered, "Turn what?" What did you turn around, and what else! I forgot, princess, you wait for me to think about it. ”

Quiet!

After listening to her read the first half of the song, the audience opened their mouths in surprise.

Zhao Hanyan is also full of disbelief, she has read poetry books in the palace since she was a child, so she can naturally know the quality of a poem.

Yang Li was shocked, Zhou Yi was also shocked, He Yunzhang was shocked, and Li Yanzhi was also shocked...

The audience was stunned.

The people present were all readers, and this poem, the first half of the poem alone has already amazed them.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine... Dancing to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world... Good words, good words, looking at the moon and thinking of relatives, it is too suitable for the meaning of this Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is it! Say it! ”

Yang Li tasted it carefully, and then he was extremely excited, and hurriedly looked at the little slave, as if he had found a treasure.

Everyone is basically the same as him, and there is a humane: "What are you turning around, you said, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Let me think about it! That's what my colt said, and his voice was so small that day, and it's good that I can remember it. The little slave responded anxiously, and the more these people urged, the more anxious she became.

Yang Li couldn't wait any longer, so he hurriedly called a subordinate and said to him: "Quick, tell me to go down, find the horse for me, and get the horse back." ”

"Haha, nouns through the ages, nouns through the ages!" Yang Li was still talking in his mouth, and then laughed excitedly, as if he had done it.

Zhao Hanyan sat calmly, but a smile gradually appeared on his face.

After a while, the next person brought Zhang Xiang and Su Qianruo back.

Originally, Zhang Xiang and Su Qianruo were talking stories while admiring the moon by the lake, and they were having fun, when they heard Yang Li tell him to go back, so he had no choice but to come back.

As soon as he entered the attic, he was a little confused when he saw everyone looking at him: "What's wrong?" ”

"Turn what? Turn what? Then, what he heard was a question that he found inexplicable.

The little slave ran towards him: "Donkey, I read the poem you composed to them, that is, when is the bright moon?" But I forgot the second half of the song, so you can do it for them. ”

Belch...

Zhang Xiang scratched his head, I see!

That is Su Dongpo's first Mid-Autumn Festival term in the ages, no wonder these people are so excited.

Yang Li walked over and gave him a deep salute: "Brother Zhang, this poem you composed, just this Shangque, is already a famous sentence of the ancients, please teach the next que." ”

Zhang Xiang took a breath lightly and said loudly: "Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly." There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together..."

After reading this, everyone muttered silently, immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

Especially these last two sentences, they are simply a stroke of genius.

Yang Li also combined the upper que with the lower que, he sighed: "Good words, good words, as soon as this que, the eternal nouns will be sung, and all the Mid-Autumn Festival poems will be colorless." ”