On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Southern Chu, singing and dancing are leveling.

The lanterns on both sides of Qinhuai are like flowing fires, stretching endlessly.

On the streets of Pingzhou, the sound of gongs and drums, shouting, and frolicking sounded all together.

In a wider area, the dragon and lion dance team was already performing, surrounded by a circle of people, and the sound of copper plates thrown into bowls.

In the Confucius Temple, the lantern riddle meeting has also begun, and the young ladies of the big families are surrounded by maidservants and pick off lanterns one by one.

On the bank of the Qinhuai River, the girl from a small family released the Kong Ming lantern for blessing.

The painting boat of the official eunuch on the river had sailed to the shore, and a group of literati entered the painting boat at the invitation of the maidservant.

In the green building, the sound of stroking the piano, singing, and the sound came out.

The carriage passed through the street, and Princess Zhao Hanyan of Gaoping lifted the curtain of the carriage, took a look at the lively scene, and then closed it again.

smiled at Zhang Xiang, who was riding with him in the car: "Horse, this is Gao Ping's first Mid-Autumn Festival in Pingzhou." ”

"How does it compare to Bianjing?" Zhang Xiang said with a smile.

Zhao Hanyan said: "In Bianjing, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father and emperor will hold a banquet in the palace, and officials above the sixth grade in Beijing will enter the palace to attend the banquet. ”

Zhao Hanyan will only smile when he is really happy, which is a kind of happiness that he feels from the heart.

Seeing the smile in the corner of her eyes, Zhang Xiang could understand her mood.

After a while, the carriage stopped.

The voice of the little slave came from outside the carriage: "Princess, donkey, Yu Garden has arrived." ”

Zhang Xiang and Zhao Hanyan stepped out of the carriage.

This Yu Garden is Yang Li's family business, the garden is very large, pavilions and pavilions can be seen everywhere.

Because of the Qinhuai River, the garden is also because of the water potential to build a garden, lakes, ditches, ponds, weirs, dotted with dots, rockeries numerous.

In Pingzhou, because the celebrity Yang Li has to hold a poetry meeting here every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so now, this Yang family Yu Garden is also a very famous small garden.

Zhao Hanyan and Zhang Xiang, under the leadership of the Yang family, came to the attic where the poetry meeting was hosted in the garden.

The attic was already full of people.

After the two arrived, they were also treated with special courtesy.

Of course, most of these people just treated Princess Gaoping politely, and for Zhang Xiang, they just greeted him politely.

Tonight, the people who can come to this poetry club are the best readers of the young generation in Pingzhou.

There are even many talented people who are already famous, but have not yet gone to work.

In Nanchu, as long as you are a scholar, you generally don't know how to be a colt.

As I said before, Nan Chu's identity is at most a little stronger than that of his son-in-law, and those who have real talent and learning look down on him.

Because he became a colt, he basically cut off his future.

In the eyes of these arrogant readers, the colt is a disgrace to a man's face.

So Zhang Xiang came here tonight, and these people greeted him politely, all for the sake of the princess's face.

Zhang Xiang didn't care, anyway, he accompanied the princess to act, and showed these people the love scene of their husband and wife.

These people don't bother with him, and he doesn't bother to take care of them!

He doesn't have that identity, so he doesn't feel inferior.

I even thought in my heart that a group of poor scholars couldn't do anything but read, which truly interpreted the phrase 'useless scholars'.

While meeting and greeting these people one by one, Zhao Hanyan was also introducing these people to him:

"Donkey, this is the daughter of the prefect of Pingzhou..."

"This is the second son of the Jiedu envoy..."

"This is the proud protégé of the great Confucian Tan Boyi, Wu Yuxiang."

"This is the little son of the He family of Pingzhou military generals, He Mingde, the three generations of the He family, all of them are my Southern Chu brave generals, and now He Gongzi's father, General He Huai'an, is the deputy general of the Jingdong East Road Army, clearing the grass in Dongshan."

"This is the first talent in Pingzhou today, Zhou Yi, Zhou Zhiyuan, the tanhua of this year's imperial examination, should go to the capital next year."

"This is..."

Along the way, I met dozens of people, and at the same time of introduction, Zhang Xiang also greeted them politely one by one.

Then, a hearty laugh came from behind him: "Your Royal Highness Princess, Zhongkang is late, please forgive Your Highness Princess." ”

Then the crowd on the side got out of the way, and a man with a small beard walked over, walked in front of Zhang Xiang and Zhao Hanyan, and said, "In Xia Yang Zhongkang, I have seen the princess and the horse." Her Royal Highness the Princess, I'm really embarrassed, I just met a few friends over there who I hadn't seen for a long time, so I chatted a few more words, and I heard that Her Royal Highness the Princess had arrived, so I hurried over. ”

The person who came was the organizer of the Yuyuan Poetry Meeting, Yang Li and Yang Zhongkang.

One of the four famous people in Jiangnan.

Beside him was his sister, Yang Yue, who was proficient in poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and had the reputation of the first talented woman in Pingzhou.

Zhang Xiang was also looking at this Yang Li, and the impression he had was that there was a sense of chic and uninhibited elegance in talking and laughing, free and easy.

There are many literati, and he should be talking about him.

"Mr. Zhongkang, don't be polite, today I and the horse are all guests, you are the master, our husband and wife are here to join in the fun, don't worry about us." Zhao Hanyan smiled softly.

"Then what can I do, Yue'er, take the princess to the seat."

Yang Li said, and gave an order to his sister who was beside him, and the woman named Yang Yue nodded with a smile, walked out and said to Zhao Hanyan: "Princess, please." ”

"There's Miss Lao Yue'er."

Then Zhao Hanyan followed Yang Yue to the woman's seat, and all the women around him also took their seats one by one.

"Pony, we're here, please!"

Yang Li said politely to Zhang Xiang and led him to the man's seat.

The attic is very large, and the men and women sit on two sides, and in the middle is used for singing and dancing.

After sitting down, under Yang Li's instructions, the people in the garden also began to serve shortbread.

After Yang Li finished greeting many literati in the men's seat, he invited Zhang Xiang to sit beside him, and said to him with a smile: "Concubine, today's new Oiran Qin Elegy of Ningxiangju Miss Qin was also invited by me to the poetry meeting, and she will perform later. ”

Seeing that this Yang Li did not ignore him like others, but was quite enthusiastic, Zhang Xiang also responded with a smile: "I have been to Pingzhou for March and have never been to Qinglou. ”

While talking to Yang Li, Zhang Xiang was also looking at the person in the male seat.

There are still a few familiar faces.

He Yunzhang and Li Yanzhi of Huating Academy were also present.

He Yunzhang's face was indifferent, and Li Yanzhi waved at him.

Every year, the Yuyuan Poetry Club is the highest quality poetry club in Pingzhou, and the excellent works flowing out of the Yuyuan Poetry Club often outweigh other poetry clubs.

Because the people who come to the Yuyuan Poetry Club are the top group of talents in Pingzhou, in addition to the four famous people in the south of the Yangtze River like Yang Li, what is the first talent in Pingzhou, a certain little poet, a certain little lyricist...... In short, people who have mixed up with some messy names in terms of talent will also come here.

Talented figures like He Yunzhang and Li Yanzhi are very unpopular in this kind of specification.

Of course, even so, no one will look down on these two people, after all, they are the gentlemen of Huating Academy, and Huating Academy was opened by Su Shaoyuan, even for the sake of Su Shaoyuan's face, He Yunzhang and Li Yanzhi will also get some preferential treatment.

Yang Li raised his eyebrows: "It's okay, if you don't mind the horse in the future, I can often take the horse to watch it in the future, but I don't know the princess's side..."

"Then I'll have to go back and ask the princess." Zhang Xiang smiled and took his words.

Yang Li also replied with a look that only men can understand: "Understood." ”

After a few words, Zhang Xiang felt that this Yang Li was very interesting, and took the initiative to talk to him: "Brother Yang, isn't it the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting today!" Brother Yang talked to me about these Fengyue, but it was very funny. ”

Yang Li waved his hand boringly: "What is there to talk about in poetry, it's too boring, usually I just gather everyone, and then I'm just an idler." I hit it off with the colt and wanted to talk to him about something else. ”

"Since it is familiar at first sight, then Brother Yang doesn't have to call me a colt, give birth."

"Then I'll call you Brother Zhang."

"Feasible..."

The two laughed, it really seemed like they had met a bosom friend.

At this time, this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting has begun, this kind of poetry will be like this, drinking, eating cakes, watching dances, admiring the moon, and then everyone composes poems with a theme, and if they do a good job, the audience applauds. If you don't do it well, you will be judged by the audience.

Mid-Autumn Festival, the night of the full moon, is naturally based on the moon as the theme to compose poems.

In a poetry meeting of this specification, there is not enough certainty, and no one dares to come out to compose it, for fear that it will not be done well and make people laugh.

Therefore, half an hour passed, and only two people made the word.

are two very regular moon lyrics, which are not bad, but there are no bright spots.

The talented man is talking about poetry here, and the woman is also talking about it freely.

Sitting next to Zhao Hanyan was Yang Li's sister Yang Yue.

She said to Zhao Hanyan: "Princess Suwen is also very proficient in poetry and songs, I wonder what the princess thinks of the two poems just made?" ”

Zhao Hanyan thought for a while: "The artistic conception is there, but the sentence is not a rhyme, it can only be regarded as average." ”

Yang Yue nodded in agreement and admired: "The princess's knowledge is really not ordinary, and the folk girl also thinks so." ”

Zhao Hanyan said slightly: "I used to be in the capital, and I often heard about the Mid-Autumn Festival masterpieces of Pingzhou talents to the capital, and now I am here to participate, and I can deeply understand the talent of Pingzhou talents. I'm sure there will be a great deal going on tonight. ”

Yang Yue also said: "Yes, the folk girl learned that Zhou Yi, the first genius in Pingzhou, and Zhou Gongzi also prepared a masterpiece, and the princess will have to comment on it later." ”

At this time, Zheng Jingyan, the daughter of the prefect of Pingzhou on the other side, said: "Your Royal Highness Princess, the folk girl learned that the horse is full of poetry and books, and her talent is quite high, so it is better for Her Royal Highness the princess to let the horse compose a lyric, so that my Pingzhou scholar can open his eyes." ”

"That's right, that's what the folk girl wants." Yang Yue echoed.

Zhao Hanyan's face changed slightly, she didn't want Zhang Xiang to lose face on such an occasion, so she smiled and said: "The horse is holding the body and has not yet recovered, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make it." ”

Yang Yue glanced at Zhang Xiang, who was talking and laughing with his brother on the other side, and said with a smile: "I see that the spirit of the horse is quite good." ”

Zhao Hanyan wanted to say something, but the little slave on the side suddenly pulled the corner of her clothes and whispered: "Princess, don't worry, the concubine can write lyrics." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Hanyan glanced at her suspiciously.

The little slave whispered: "A few days ago, I saw that the colt seemed to be in a bad mood, so I secretly followed him and listened to him compose a poem. ”

"Really?" Zhao Hanyan was skeptical.

Yang Yue didn't know what the master and servant were talking about, so she called out: "Princess..." ”

Before Zhao Hanyan could speak, the little slave raised his head and said proudly: "Don't worry, my colt can compose lyrics." ”