"Dai Heng, why are you looking around?" He Jing asked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dai Heng replied calmly: "Back to Young Master He, I was just a little surprised to see an acquaintance. ”

"Oh? Since you are an acquaintance, why not invite me to talk about it? Dai Heng secretly said that the opportunity had come, and calmed down, "It's not an acquaintance, it's just a little misunderstanding on the street, I'm afraid that Young Master He won't like to invite him over." ”

"Huh?" He Jing turned around and stared at Dai Heng: "What's the matter, it's okay for you to say it." ”

"Yes, this person has just solved lantern riddles on the street, I saw that he still has some ability, so I stepped forward to make friends, and asked where he was going, he said that he was going to the Water Pavilion to find Miss Feiyan, and paid a few taels of silver, or a night of spring supper, and there were insults to Miss Feiyan in his words. I wanted to admonish him, but who would have thought that he was arrogant and arrogant, saying that Miss Feiyan was just a prostitute, he was a jinshi, rich and powerful, so he naturally let him enjoy it. ”

Dai Heng whispered beside He Jing, pretending to be indignant.

"Shaft dares!"

He Jing gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, he ran all the way from Guanghai Mansion to the small place of Ningyuan, just for Fei Yan, it can be described as infatuated, how could people insult her so much.

"I also told him at the time, I said that Miss Fei Yan can only be matched by a dragon among people like Young Master He. But he bullied me with his status as a jinshi, and now it seems that he is determined to come here to humiliate Miss Feiyan. ”

"Damn, I want him to be good-looking." He Jing gritted his teeth.

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Mo Qian and Senior Bai were sitting quietly in the hall, and they saw many maids coming and going with inscriptions, but the topics on them made Mo Qian not interested in the slightest.

It's just to write such a poem to praise something, and anyone with a little talent can just come up with such three or two poems.

It seems that this selection of guests to enter the curtain with poetry is just a gimmick, after all, not everyone can be so pure-hearted and have few desires and meet friends with poetry, Mo Qian said secretly.

I don't know how long later, a little girl in a room walked out of the room on the second floor with a paper in her hand.

At this time, the talented people in the hall were unusual, staring at the girl deadly, and even the person pouring tea and wine was stunned.

Could it be that on the night of the Chinese Valentine's Day, even Miss Feiyan's spring heart is unbearable, so she has to dress up and pick up customers?

Feeling the burning eyes of everyone, the little girl was a little nervous, but she still cleared her throat.

"Miss Fei Yan said that if anyone can write a Qixi song that satisfies her tonight, she will dance a song especially for this son, and pour wine and drink it herself."

"Whew." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and said, who is Miss Feiyan, how could she easily choose the guest to enter the curtain?

But just pouring the wine in person is enough to make people feel excited.

Since the day of Fei Yan's debut, I have never heard of her pouring wine for anyone, even in the capital where there are many powerful people.

As soon as the words fell, a talented man in the hall said loudly, "I'm coming." ”

After that, he picked up the pen and waved it on the paper, although there may not be many fine words in this Tanabata Festival, but if ordinary people want to write, it is not difficult, only a while, the poem of the talented man was written.

"Today's Yunluo crossing the magpie bridge should not be veins and distances. The family actually likes to open the makeup mirror, and wear needles under the moon to worship the nine heavens. ”

"Good ......," shouted the man next to the talented man.

"Brother Quan's poem is really wonderful, a sentence of 'should not be the pulse and the way' will be written to congratulate the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on the meeting, and the last two sentences are written to write the scene of the Chinese Valentine's Day in the world, and the joy of the lovers is explained vividly, it seems that Brother Quan can enjoy the solo dance of Miss Feiyan tonight."

The people around him said enviously.

But some people were not satisfied, and said sourly: "What is this, look at me writing a poem for Miss Feiyan." ”

Then I started to put pen and paper on paper.

The original purity in the hall was all gone at this time, and I saw one by one scrambling to the front to show their talents, but there are mostly characters such as Xiucai here, and what is written is indispensable for the love of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and the distress of not seeing each other.

Of course, there are some people who are ingenious and praise Miss Feiyan, but most of them are mediocre words, which makes people not see the slightest novelty.

"Hmph." He Jing sneered, if you want to say that he can't write articles, but if he writes poetry, he can be ranked first in Guanghai Mansion, and naturally he will not be afraid of people in this small place in NY County.

"Get out of the way, vulgar words are also embarrassing to give to Miss Feiyan?"

He Jing pushed away the two people in front of him and stepped forward to pick up the pen.

"Why are you like that? It's really humiliating. ”

"Acting rudely, not worthy of being in the company of my generation of scholars."

Although these people were dissatisfied in their hearts, they only condemned and did not do anything.

Most people want to see why this arrogant person is so arrogant.

Unexpectedly, a poem by He Jing made them shut up.

After a while, a few beautiful lines of italics appeared on the paper.

"The Qixi Festival scenery is far away, and the meeting is only one night. The moon is the candle that opens the account, and the cloud is the bridge to cross the river. The golden crown of the water moves, and the wind and jade are shaken. did not worry about the leakage, and parted in the Ming Dynasty. ”

This poem is ingenious, not the same only to write about the joy of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but to go further, to see the pain of parting in the Ming Dynasty, which is also unique among many poems.

Everyone was a little silent after reading it, it seems that this person's arrogance is not unreasonable, the insult just now has been converted into praise at this moment, and his rudeness just now has become the backbone of the literati.

Seeing the continuous praise from everyone, He Jing's heart was a little proud, but he wanted more than this, and quietly glanced at Mo Qian not far away.

said loudly: "Why do the two brothers drink alone, don't they look down on He?" Or do you feel that you can't look down on the poetry of all the talents present? ”

The people in the hall turned their eyes to the distance, and saw that Mo Qian and Senior Bai were both wandering out of the world, one staring blankly at the ceiling, and the other was struggling with the floor, and they didn't pay attention to the fighting poems here.

It's not that they are deliberately rude, it's just that Mo Qian has been forced to memorize a lot of things like poetry in his previous life, and now he wants to watch a beautiful woman for recreation when he comes here, so why can't he get along with poetry?

And the white senior...... He simply couldn't understand it.

But He Jing deliberately pointed out that the behavior of these two people fell in the eyes of everyone, and it became arrogance.

You must know that the fourth class of "Shinong Industry and Commerce", the taxi is ranked first, no matter where they go, they will be respected, and they have developed a superior posture one by one, how can they endure such ignorance, not to mention the two who are dressed plainly.

So under the coaxing of the people around He Jing, Mo Qian and the two were also criticized.

At this time, someone said: "Look at these two, they must also be talented and learned, but they are so arrogant, why don't you show your talents, so that we can be convinced." ”

"That's right, if you don't have the talent to be so rude, I can only ask someone to blow you out, thinking that you are not only rude to us, but also rude to Miss Feiyan."

A person beside He Jing took the opportunity to say.

As soon as this remark came out, it was responded to by everyone.

"That's right, blast him out."

"Then I wonder how I can prove my talents?"

Mo Qian walked over sleepily, these literati have been writing poems is really boring, I came here to see beautiful women, how come I saw a bunch of old men getting together to praise each other.

Mo Qian couldn't help but look at the ceiling for a while, and as a result, he fell asleep.

When he woke up, he had become the target of verbal criticism.

The person next to He Jing didn't think about it and said directly: "It's simple, as long as you can make a poem that is better than the people we are here, otherwise you will give us a ......."

"Hey, this poem...... The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels all the way to the dark. It's kind of interesting. ”

One person secretly read it, and it seems that he has never seen this form of poetry, but it is not strange to read.

He Jing glanced at it and scoffed a little, but the format was a little newer, but the "skill" and "hate" of the content were still pouring out the tragedy of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and it fell into cliché at the beginning.

Moreover, he is very confident in his poems.

Turn your head away and stop looking, just wait for this person to finish writing and then humiliate him.

But he didn't wait for the imaginary mockery, but the continuous exclamations around him.

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. ”

Every time a sentence is recited, there are countless admiration, although the rhythm of this poem is not the same as that of Daqi, but whether it is good or not, everyone can see it, and a few sentences will write the affection of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl and the helplessness of not seeing each other vividly.

The Milky Way separates two people who love each other, and it is not easy to see each other.

The next thing is to spread out the pen and ink to admire, and the long-separated couples meet on the bank of the Milky Way on the night of the golden wind and jade dew, and this moment is worth meeting thousands of times in the world.

It's just that the good time is like a dream, and the queqiao that met became the way back for a while.

Hearing the last sentence, He Jing couldn't sit still anymore, "If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight." ”

The teacup slammed down on the table and stood up in astonishment.

He knew that he could not surpass this poem, and he would not be able to write such a good sentence for another ten years. Everyone present was stunned by the genius of this last sentence, and the front of this poem is all about the tragedy of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

If it's a paper, it's definitely the best.

But it did not jump out of the theme of "joy and shortness" of the predecessors for Qixi Festival, mournful and sad.

But the last sentence is not just a difference in rhetoric, it is a difference in the realm.

Even if they are separated by two places, true love, even if it is separated from each other, is much more valuable than the vulgar pleasures that accompany each other all day long.

"Papapa", I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and finally the audience remembered the warm applause, and the girls upstairs all looked at Mo Qian below stupidly, this poem has completely conquered them.

It's just that in the place where Mo Qian couldn't see, a beautiful woman had already cried into tears, and the tears fell to the ground and shattered into plums, and she whispered to herself: "If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight?" ”

Yes, what's the use of them separating us from each other, as long as the two love each other remains unswerving, why should they covet the joy of the morning and evening of the Qing Dynasty and me.

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her eyes became firm.