Originally, he said yesterday that he and Kou Peihan had some things to deal with today, but now he was sitting at the table reading steadily, and now the lie was exposed, and Zhou Zhi's face suddenly turned red.

Kou Peihan didn't behave unusually, but she knew that Zhou Zhi had a lot of relationship with Fan Jin and others, so she seemed very polite at this time, and said to Fan Jin, "Brother Zhou Zhi, our affairs have been dealt with, why don't we go with Brother Fan now." Brother Fan, please lead the way. ”

At this time, Fan Jin was panicked and anxious, they fought with Wang Ting at the Peach Blossom Poetry Meeting in Yiqi Mountain, and they could barely support it at the beginning, but they couldn't support it after a long time. That Wang Tingxian is like a god, not to mention his quick thinking, he has read countless books, and all kinds of poems emerge in endlessly, many of which are unheard of by Fan Jin, Lu Xingchuan, Feng Mao and others.

Che Lang was originally very accomplished in poetry, but he was not as good as the royal court. Coincidentally, a Liu Long popped out of nowhere, and he was on a par with Wang Tingxiang. However, in Fan Jin's opinion, after a long time, Liu Long will definitely fail.

Whether it is Wang Tingxiang or Liu Long, they are not from Qingdu County. Fan Jin and others want to win glory and fame for the scholars in Qingdu County. How can you retreat from such a disgraced defeat?

After a brief discussion with a few people, Fan Jin hurriedly came to the inn to look for thoughtfulness.

Fan Jinche Lang and the others are all smart people, in fact, they were already suspicious of Kou Peihan yesterday, but they didn't ask questions. As for Kou Peihan and Zhou Zhi, they both said that there are some things today, hehe! That's just going to fool the ghost. Zhou Zhi This is the first time he has come to Wanxian, he doesn't even know the Zhang family in Wanxian, what can he do? Regarding Zhou Zhi and Kou Peihan's thoughts, it's just that everyone didn't say anything for a while.

Fan Jin walked hurriedly in front, Zhou Zhi and Kou Peihan followed, and Qi Yanwu walked last, and the four of them quickly went out of the city and entered the 10,000-mu peach orchard.

Follow the path in the peach orchard directly in the direction of Yiqi Mountain.

The warm spring sun is shining, it is a good time to visit the spring, and the nostrils are filled with bursts of fragrant and rich peach blossom aroma, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and the heart and spleen are drunk.

The number of tourists is countless, at this time there are drilled into the depths of the peach blossoms, enjoy the peach blossoms, indulge in the way back, and some people know that there is an unprecedented peach blossom poetry meeting on Yiqi Mountain, although there are few of them who understand poetry, but they also have to compete to see a lively, as a big talk after tea and dinner after this trip.

Zhou Zhifan Jin and other four people climbed the stairs and walked through the tourists, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as rubbing shoulders.

Although Wanxian County is at the eastern foot of Taihang Mountain, the territory is mountainous, but Yiqi Mountain is a lonely mountain, and the mountain road is flat, and the mountain is not very high.

At this time, on both sides of the mountain road, countless hawkers are buying and selling, the more they go up, the more people there are, and in the flat place on the top of the mountain, the troupe has already opened their voices and tried their best to perform.

Zhou Zhi didn't understand opera, so he glanced at the huge colorful shed on the other side. There were many tourists on the periphery of the color shed, and Fan Jin pointed to the color shed and said, "This is the place where Zhang Jian's peach blossom poems will fight poems." Come with the old man! ”

He took Zhou Zhi's hand and did not squeeze into the crowd into the color shed, but bypassed the many spectators outside the color shed, walked along a narrow path to the north, and walked about 200 steps to the north of the color shed.

There is an opening in the north of the color shed, and there are two house slaves guarding the opening, they obviously recognize Fan Jin, Fan Jin just grinned at them, and Fan Jin led Zhou Zhi and the three into the color shed.

However, it turned out that a high platform was also built in this color shed, and on the high platform sat literati and artists in long robes. Obviously, they were all invited by Zhang Jian. Some of these literati wore square scarves, some only wore a flat-topped turban, and some wore square hats. Although the appearance is different, at this time, they are all embarrassed, and they are frowning and contemplating.

Che Lang, Lu Xingchuan, Feng Mao, Qiu Haolan, and Wei Haogu were sitting in a corner at this time, with a sad look on their faces.

From the arrangement of the seats, it can be seen that Zhang Jian does not attach great importance to Fan Jin and Lu Xingchuan. It seems that there are a lot of talented people invited by Zhang Jian this time, and they are not shallow.

Fan Jin and the four of them took the stage, Fan Jin first pulled Zhou Zhi to sit down, fortunately, there was a chair beside him, and Kou Peihan also sat next to Zhou Zhi.

As for Qi Yanwu, he is a thoughtful scholar, and he won't sit even if he has a seat. He stood straight behind Zhou Zhi and was responsible for Zhou Zhi's safety.

Naturally, they were inconspicuous on the high platform here, so that they did not attract the attention of others. Lu Xingchuan saw that Zhou Zhi had arrived, frowned and said, "Brother Zhou Zhixian can be regarded as coming, and the royal court is arrogant, as if he doesn't take us seriously." ”

"Alas! In fact, it's no wonder that Mr. Junchuan Wang Tingxiang, we are really not as good as others! That Boye's Liu Long is not bad, although he is a Confucian boy, he can fight against the royal court for a few battles. Brother Zhou Zhi, please look, the people who are facing us over there are Zhang Jian and Wang Tingxiang. In the corner over there is Liu Long. Che Lang said softly to Zhou Zhi.

Zhou Zhi looked over at this time, and there were two people sitting on the seats facing northeast and west.

The Zhang Jian that Che Lang was referring to was around thirty years old, with no white face and beard, and his facial features were upright, so he didn't look bad in this way.

If Zhang Jian's appearance is not bad, then Wang Tingxiang next to him can be called a beautiful man.

Wang Tingxiang has two thick eyebrows, a pair of big eyes, the eyes are extremely bright, the face is like a crown of jade, the chin is pointed, but the bridge of the nose is high. Wang Tingxiang was only twenty-five or sixteen years old, and his body revealed a sense of culture, and at this time he was holding the teacup on the table in front of him, sipping tea with great interest.

However, Zhou Zhi could clearly see that the corners of Wang Tingxiang's mouth were slightly upturned, obviously he was a little arrogant at this time.

It's no wonder, which teenager is not frivolous? A person like Wang Tingxiang has just been raised in high school at the age of twenty-five, and at this time he has not met an opponent for poetry, so it is reasonable to be arrogant.

As for Liu Long, who was sitting in the corner, Zhou Zhi just glanced at it lightly and looked away. But just by this glance, Zhou Zhi noticed that Liu Long's face was red at this time, and he was obviously a little impatient in his heart.

Sure enough, I heard Liu Long say loudly, "The last sentence of the poem that Mr. Junchuan came out just now is, 'The sky is wide and the smoke is floating.'" 'I'm right' Sha Ping fell low. 'I don't know if it's okay?' ”

Wang Tingxiang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "That's right, it's a good one." Then I still have a sentence of 'spring river is in the eyes', I don't know what you are right? ”

Wang Ting said goodbye, gently put down the teacup, and looked in the direction of Liu Long, with a smug look in the corners of his eyes.

Liu Long and everyone immediately lowered their heads and pondered.

Zhou Zhi just listened to these two sentences, and couldn't help but smile secretly, what a Wang Tingxiang, it turned out that the poems that he had carefully studied and tempered many times at home were difficult for everyone to move here, and it was no wonder that everyone made difficulties.