Chang'an City is unusually prosperous, as long as there is no urgency at hand, put down their hands, go to Furong Garden to see the excitement, some big families also want to take this opportunity to find a husband for their daughters.

Along the way, there was the sound of hawking and shouting, and no one came out to take care of it in broad daylight, and the vendors all picked up their stalls into the hibiscus garden. Otherwise, how to say that money is heroic, under normal circumstances, who would dare to do business in the royal garden?

However, no matter how bold the hawker was, he did not dare to approach Qujiangchi, and the servants of the wealthy family were guarding it, carefully checking the invitation card of each visitor.

"Excuse, why hasn't Brother Tan Zhi come in yet, isn't he making an appointment?" It is good to say that the struggle between young scholars has never stopped. After someone entered, he shouted at the scholar who was looking at Qujiang Pond.

"Huh...... Brother Yiyan, let's go first, the younger brother still has something important, haha......" The person who was called smiled awkwardly, said perfunctorily, and greeted the other party's eighteenth generation of female dependents in his heart.

And the one who shouted smiled arrogantly, and walked into Qujiangchi with his head held high like a winning rooster to talk to acquaintances.

"Yo, Brother Zhang hasn't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?"

"It's Brother Yiyan, the younger brother is polite, I didn't expect to see you here."

Yiyan was a little unhappy when he heard this, the person who came was a nerd, only caring about expressing his unexpected joy, but he didn't know that his words were derogatory, could he not be qualified to participate in the highest level of poetry in Chang'an with his talent?

"Hehe, little brother didn't expect to see Brother Zhang here, there's a friend over there, I'll go over and say hello."

Before the poetry meeting began, everyone could move around at will, and it became an opportunity for some people who hadn't seen each other for a long time to catch up.

In this way, the scholars' nervousness has been reduced a lot, you must know that today's great Confucian celebrities gathered, if the poems made are not good, it will be a shame, and it is false to say that they are not nervous.

"Please take your seats, and the poetry meeting will start soon." As soon as the time came, someone stood up and said, and everyone hurriedly bent down and saluted: "Look at the mountain monks are polite." ”

"You are polite, it is a great event to be together today, I hope you will not hesitate, so that the world can hear good poems." The mountain monk said with a smile, and everyone also sat down with a smile.

Cai Cong and Zhao Zhujie walked onto the stage with a smile, and everyone hurriedly got up and shouted, "Meet Chang'an Hou, meet Mr. Zhujie." ”

"All sit, all sit. Today's poetry meeting is held to meet the young talents of Chang'an, and secondly, to reach out to you to ask for money, which can be regarded as a bad intention. Hahaha......"

Cai Cong said jokingly, everyone also smiled, everyone who came knew that they were going to pay money today, how much was their mind, and they could be in the limelight in Chang'an by spending a little money, which was cost-effective! So no one came out and said anything unpleasant.

"Hou Ye is a famous poet in the world, the first poem of this poetry club, why don't you start with you, what do you think?" Kanshan Jushi presided over the poetry meeting and took over the conversation appropriately, but no one in the audience complied.

Cai Cong shook his head and said with a smile: "Today, Benhou only brought eyes and ears, but he didn't bring the four treasures of the study, just listen and watch, and the demeanor should belong to all the talents." ”

Cai Cong's words made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, Cai Cong has not many poems, but each one is a classic that can be sung for thousands of years, if Cai Cong comes to one at the beginning, then the poetry meeting will not be opened, it can end directly, and no one will come out to offer ugliness in front of Zhuyu.

"In this way, Ben Hou will not show off his writings and ink, and only make two kinds of poems today, one is the poem of the battlefield battle, and the other is the poem of compassion" Cai Cong said and sat down,

The monk stood up and said: "Since Chang'an Hou is unwilling to open this head, the old man will come to throw bricks and lead jade, there is, Liaodong is boundless, and the pedestrians are difficult and majestic, and the country is mighty, and the poor spring boudoir dream"

"Good!"

"What a poem!"

"This looks like the mountain monk is cheating, and the battle poem is written for him as a spring boudoir poem, isn't it a spring boudoir dream?"

Everyone shouted, some people started and others were no longer subtle, and they all buried their heads in hard thinking, or pinched the poems they had written early in the morning

At this time, as soon as the poem of the mountain monk came out, it was transcribed by the Cai family and taken to the Furong Garden to be sung, which is much more useful than seeking a confidant

"What kind of bullshit poem is this, oh my God, this kind of person can enter the poetry club, why didn't this son get the invitation" As soon as the poem of the mountain monk appeared in the Furong Garden, the outside immediately exploded, and those who failed to get the invitation had long been waiting to pick a thorn, and it didn't take a quarter of an hour to belittle the tears in this dream for nothing, and someone made a better poem for the Cai family's descendants to send to the poetry club to provoke

Since ancient times, many literati have been light, and the people of Qujiangchi feel that they are superior, and the people outside are not willing to be inferior to others This poem is sent to the inside, and the whole atmosphere has climbed to the extreme, I didn't expect to see Chang'an talents fighting in the ring, it is really worth the trip

It didn't take long for a poem to come from the Qujiang Pond,

The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneven in my heart

Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city

The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with the sound of drums

Rather be a centurion than a scholar

I don't know who made the poems, anyway, as soon as I came out, I jumped outside, they were all readers, who are you humiliating

"The Han family is full of Yin Mountain, and they don't send Hu'er back.

I am willing to serve the country with this length, why should I be born into the Jade Gate Pass.

A certain is Runzhou Dai Yougong, and quickly passed this poem in" A maniac with a cloak drank the wine in the pot, shouting unruly, everyone admired it, and his mother was a three-step poem!

"See, why is this Dai Xianggong so agile is that he drank the sweet wine that the old man buried in the mountain behind the Sifang Academy, and got the blessing of talent, there is not much wine, only thirty pots, one pot of eighty Wen!"

The old man pointed to Dai Yougong's wine jug, and then pointed to the wine jug on his stall and shouted loudly

"You old man is really a traitor, you just sold twenty yuan, why did it rise four times all of a sudden" Dai Yougong grabbed the old man and shouted with a red face

"Dai Xianggong, how did you say that, this time and that time! Yes, you can drink another pot, if you can still make a good sentence, you need to give the old man eighty wen, if you can't make it, this wine will be given away in vain."

"Okay, you treacherous old man, bring me wine" Dai Yougong smiled, this old man is using him as a living signboard! Don't be a traveler in life, don't travel far away in the yellow sand moraine.

When the yellow sand moraine falls in August, the frost and wind crack the skin and the grass declines.

The dust and sand are sunny and the road is lost, and the river flows eastward.

Hu Ji listened to the tears, and his soul was miserable.

The original hunting fire faces each other at night, and the horses' hooves trample on the ice.

is not like a young man in Jinghua, before the song and dance fall into the flowers.

A certain family is shy, I don't know which benevolent person Gao Yi is a certain account" Dai Yougong said drunk after chanting the poem, it seems that he has drunk a lot of wine.

(End of chapter)