"Whoa......

Bursts of spring rain poured down, gradually becoming a pouring trend.

In the southeast of the imperial city, on the path between the Qixian forests of Furong Garden, a group of people wore hats, wore robes, held bamboo poles, and walked down carefully and slowly.

The first were seven or eight gray-haired old men.

Next to each old man, there are one or two waiters to support him.

Most of these waiters are children of the old man's family.

In just a few hundred steps, everyone walked for a long time, and they were careful every step of the way.

After more than half an hour, the group came out of the forest and entered the Qujiang Pavilion at the foot of the mountain to rest.

The palace attendants had already prepared new clothes and hot wine, and burned the dragon under the pavilion, steaming.

A few curtains were raised, and everyone changed into new clothes and drank hot wine to ward off the cold.

When they sat down again, everyone smiled bitterly.

Cao Yong laughed and said: "Heaven is not beautiful, it is raining today." ”

Li Ru said: "It's Gu Yu, so it's raining." Runqin, did you ever fall? Let's let the doctor take a look. ”

Others also persuaded each other, but Cao Yong smiled and waved his hand: "Falling in a meadow, there are thick fallen leaves, like a quilt, where is the tight?" ”

Seeing that Jia Cong happened to come over with Jia Huan and Jia Lan, who had cleaned up neatly, Cao Yong pointed at him and smiled: "Qingchen, are there any poems today?" If not, my fall would be worthless! ”

Before Jia Cong could speak, he heard the seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man next to Cao Yong say: "Grandfather, Qingchen was in this Qujiang Pond that day, and he overturned a new champion and made it stink for 10,000 years. So far, who in the city does not sing 'If life is only as first seen'? If you want to come today, Qingchen must have good words. ”

This person is Cao Hui, the eldest grandson of Cao Yong, who is a well-known genius in the capital.

It's just that Cao Hui's face is not very good at this moment, Cao Yongfang's fall almost didn't bluff his soul, and he is still uneasy and worried at this moment.

The tone is naturally not good.

Cao Yong was about to reprimand, when he heard another young man next to him, about twenty years old, with the same face and tone not very good, and said: "What Wen Ze said is that besides, Qingchen should indeed have a new chapter to pass on." Although "Gift to the Apricot Flower Girl" is amazing at the moment, there is only one article in the end, and in addition, Qingchen has no more literature and ink.

I've heard a lot of rumors lately, and it's very ugly. Some say that the Qing minister Jiang Lang is exhausted, and some say that he is really a person who deceives the world and steals his name, and the Qionglin banquet turmoil is all done by the old party in order to crack down on the new party erected a new champion. The word "Gift of Apricot Blossom Girl" is also ghostwritten......"

The person who spoke was Li He, the grandson of Li Ru, and the word was respectful.

In the vein of the old party, except for the three cabinet elders and Song Yan, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, the rest are not very old, and there are still three or five years left in their official careers, and more than ten years.

However, because of such "trivial matters", he was "Zhishi" and returned to his hometown.

Cao Yong and Li Ru have a magnificent and noble heart, and they don't take it seriously, but their children and grandchildren may not have such a spiritual cultivation.

Not to mention them, even the head of the cabinet, Ge Zhicheng, isn't they all angry with Jia Cong?

Cao Yong, who originally wanted to reprimand his grandson, saw that Li He, the grandson of Li Ru, also opened his mouth, and after glancing at Li Ru and Song Yan, they all squinted slightly.

On the contrary, he was not in a hurry to intervene, so he simply waited and saw how his children and grandchildren were.

Song Yan is also curious, can his grandson Song Hua guarantee his state of mind at this moment?

"Hey, Zijing also heard about it?"

The person who opened his mouth was another young man, who stood next to an old man who looked similar to Song Yan at the age of one year.

This old man is one of the three leaders of the old party, the former cabinet minister, and Sun Jingxuan, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion.

Today, except for Ge Zhicheng, Sun Jingxuan and Chen Xiyan are here.

originally thought it would be a sad event, but I didn't want to, but now there is only an embarrassing sadness, but there is no grand meaning......

The person who answered the call was Sun Jingxuan's second grandson, Sun Sheng Sun Wenxuan, he looked at Li He and smiled lightly: "I just argued with some people a few days ago, saying that if the Xinghuating incident is really planned by the old party, will I not know?" Rumors and slanders also have to be done with some thought. Just ......"

His eyes fell on Jia Cong again, and he persuaded with "kindness": "As Wen Zehe and Zijing said, although Qingchen made a splash at the Qionglin banquet and won the top spot in the Jinke Furong list, there is only one poem, which is still too little, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings. Today is an excellent time, and now that there is a lot of discussion outside, if Qingchen can make another good poem and good words, and it will be widely circulated, not only can he become famous in Beijing again, but also suppress those rumors, wouldn't it be wonderful? ”

A "good intention" is full of "goodwill".

However, this "good intentions" are not to mention others, even Jia Huan and Jia Lan both have tense little faces and hostile eyes.

Jia Lan was okay, but Jia Huan had a gloomy face, looking at Sun Sheng with gloomy eyes, but he didn't wait for anyone to look at him, he hurriedly avoided it first, and then stared at it gloomily......

Song Hua frowned and said: "Zijing, Wen Ze, Wen Xuan, the beauty of poetry lies in nature. Who can guarantee that you will be able to make excellent poetry? Besides, today's torrential rain is like a note, and we are embarrassed, how can we think ......"

"Huh!"

Chen Mo, the grandson of Chen Xiyan on the side, said with a smile: "Zihou should not be too loyal, it is precisely because we are all embarrassed that we have to hope that Qingchen will take action and sweep away the embarrassment!" ”

"But ......"

Song Hua still wanted to defend, so he heard Jia Cong chuckle and said: "Zihou doesn't need to say any more, I did feel something in my heart when I visited the garden today, and I happened to get a word, although it is not very beautiful, but since all the teachers and nephews are invited, why should I hide it, it can't be. What about the beauty of people? ”

Cao Hui: "......"

Li He: "......"

Sun Sheng: "......"

Chen Mo: "......"

Song Hua saw that the four of them had wonderful faces, so he shook his head with a wry smile.

Only then did he wake up to the fact that his little uncle had never been a bored man, so where did he need to open his eyes......

Moreover, many adults are watching the juniors "trick" with great interest at the moment, and they don't even scold.

Perhaps in their eyes, these shallow scheming struggles are just "childish".

I listened to Jia Cong's instructions: "Brother Huan'er grinds, and Lan'er lays paper." ”

Jia Huan and Jia Lan stood up straight as if the general had given an order, and ran to the side of the Qujiang Pavilion where the paper, ink, pen and inkstone had already been prepared.

After Jia Cong saluted Song Yan and others, he heard Song Yan's caring instructions: "Poetry is natural, just do your best." ”

In the good-natured ridicule of Cao Yong, Li Ru and other old people, Jia Cong responded to the end, under the gaze of everyone's various eyes, walked up alone, walked to the front of the case, dipped the pen in ink, and after a little thought, waved the pen into a book.

"Zihou, you go and recite!"

Cao Yong commanded.

Chen Mo, the grandson of Chen Xiyan, scrambled and said: "I'm close, I'll be this reciter." ”

Song Hua smiled, he was mellow by nature and did not fight.

Chen Mo walked to the front of the case, ignoring the hostile Erxiao, his eyes fell on the paper, after reading the first sentence, he smiled, cleared his throat, and read aloud:

"On April 20, Qi Xianlin encountered rain on the trail."

"Zijing, Wen Xuan, Wen Ze, and Zigu are all embarrassed, but I and my brother Huan and Nephew Lan don't realize it?!"

When he read the second sentence, Chen Mo's face had turned ink, and his expression was Zigu!

Cao Hui, Li He, and Sun Sheng's faces also turned black, but they had nothing to say, who let them really say that?

On the side, Jia Huan and Jia Lan'er blushed at the same time, grinning excitedly and silently.

On the elegant seat, Song Yan, Cao Yong and others also laughed out loud.

I heard Chen Mo grit his teeth and continue to recite: "It's sunny, so I made this word." ”

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly......"

At this point, the brisk color on everyone's faces was gone, revealing a focused color.

Even Song Yan didn't think that Jia Cong would really be able to make a famous story through the ages, but ......

"Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?"

"A cloud of smoke and rain is my life."

After reading it, Chen Mo himself was already stunned......

This half of the words has been vividly written about the lightness and joy in the wind and rain, and the heroic feelings of fighting the wind and rain.

The last sentence pushes the trip of wind and rain to the experience of life, and it is suddenly sublimated!

If other teenagers make this statement, they may also be judged to be moaning without illness.

But anyone who understands Jia Cong's past experience will not have this feeling.

Looking at the elegant and natural words on the paper, it reflects the broad and transcendent mind of the lyricist.

Looking at the handsome and handsome face that was far from his own, Chen Mo fell into doubts about his life......

Seeing that it was stuck at the most exciting moment, Cao Yong was anxious, stepped forward in person, squeezed out Chen Mo, and looked up and down, with a surprise on his face.

Behind him, Song Yan, Li Ru and others laughed and cursed, and after Cao Yong coughed, he continued to recite: "The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, it is slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes each other. ”

"Looking back at the bleak place, returning, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine."

In the second half, Cao Yong recited in a heavier tone.

After reading it, even the old people such as Song Yan, Li Ru, Sun Jingxuan, and Chen Xiyan fell into emotional contemplation......

Where is this still writing about wind and rain, it is clearly writing about them.

Looking back, it has always been bleak......

Return......

There is neither wind nor rain, nor sunshine......

It's just that for this second half of the words, it seems that several old people have different perceptions.

Song Yan, Cao Yong, and Li Ru focused on the last word, and their faces were relieved and brisk.

But Sun Jingxuan, Chen Xiyan and others seemed to focus on the first few sentences, and they burst into tears.

Sun Jingxuan stood up tremblingly, his face was full of sadness, and he recited desolately:

"The autumn wind and cold rain hurt the rope, and the old man had no tears in his hand.

The deceased is gone for no time, and the water village mountain buries the bones of loyalty. ”

As soon as these seven words came out, not to mention Song Yan and the others, even the palace attendants who were serving not far away changed their faces.

After looking at each other, one of them left in a hurry......

This is...... Resentment!

After Sun Jingxuan recited, another veteran of the old party got up, also with old tears, and recited:

"The autumn solstice is pounding, and the tears are full of tears.

Eyebrows to the cobwebs, looking at the moss. ”

Chen Xiyan followed:

"Autumn is more sorrowful, and the green sleeves are timid in spring.

Who knows what this means, hatred and loneliness. ”

"Shhh

Jia Cong's eyes showed a look of horror.

Hate and be lonely, who is this hate!

Looking at the two waiters who left in a hurry again, Jia Cong's heart sank.

……