The lights of the city in the distance gradually quieted down a little, in the quiet courtyard, I don't know how long, the night became much deeper, back to his room, Yu'er closed the door, gently leaned on the door, held her chest with both hands, raised her head and breathed deeply, the innocent little face raised had a complicated look, happy, confused, scared, longing, all kinds of things.

The lights were swaying like beans, and Yu'er, who was not sleepy, sat at the table, holding her chin with her hands and thinking happily, what she had on her hand was the original draft of the water tune song head that Chu Yun wrote to her, so she read it a few more times.

Yu'er pouted, stretched out her fingers and gently stroked the rice paper twice. When I saw the last sentence, my face gradually turned red again. Then the paper was carefully folded again and retracted to the bottom of the drawer. Blowing out the oil lamp, the little girl whose face is getting hotter and hotter is getting hotter and hotter is getting darker, and she goes to bed slowly, "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles, hehe." ”

In the early morning, the warm sun shone down on the stockade again, and the bright sun was rising above the fog, spewing out a magnificent morning light. As soon as he woke up, Chu Yun felt refreshed, and his spirit had almost recovered Then, in the process of sitting together and drinking meat porridge at breakfast time, he felt that Liu Xiangzhen seemed to have been looking at him, and his eyes were a little strange.

After a few casual glances, after a while, Chu Yun put down the dishes and chopsticks, and looked at his wife suspiciously: "What's wrong?" "Nope." Liu Xiangchen smiled slightly and shook his head, "I just think that Xianggong is in good spirits in the morning." Chu Yun laughed, "The lady is also very beautiful."

"Oh~~." Liu Xiangchen nodded happily, her little face was slightly red, that exquisite appearance, wearing yesterday's silver hairpin, it was very beautiful. Begin to drink the porridge very slowly, one bite at a time. Chu Yun felt that the smile on the corner of her mouth was somewhat similar to the fairy in the painting. The two looked at each other and had breakfast, both of them had red faces, and Yu'er scratched her head very suspiciously.

Because Chu Yun still had a task today, after explaining it to Liu Xiangji, he took this jade away. Liu Xiangchen looked at the back of Chu Yun gradually moving away, and smiled slightly, his back was so temperamental.

The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival is very good, the weather in Sujiang Mansion is sunny and the sun shines on Chu Yun and Yu'er, the two of them are lazily walking on the road, and the comfortable autumn wind blows up the fallen leaves on the street, which also adds a bit of gloomy feeling to the once noisy city.

Of course, in most people's eyes, the city is still the way it is on a normal day, and the autumn should be like this, the water on the river is clear, the boats are still the same, the boats are still moving, the sound of the boat is driven by the paddle, and the wind rolls up the fallen leaves nearby, and then whirls and floats down on the water, floating with the sparkling waves into the distance.

Between the city roads, pedestrians, cars, horses, Tsing Yi sedan chairs, peddlers and pawns of all kinds, wide streets and narrow alleys, bluestone long steps, wooden bridges span from the slightly narrower river channel, where the water flow is slightly slower, you can see the woman sizing laundry on the stone steps, chatting and laughing scene, far away, the teahouse drinking feast, the wine shop is fragrant.

An endless stream of pedestrians, shoulder to shoulder, hand-to-shoulder hawkers, endless back and forth, all kinds of cries and selling are endless, not far away, Chu Yun has already seen several sellers selling sugar gourds, and the business is extremely hot. If Lao Chen and the others saw this, they would probably be distressed to death. The little girl Yu'er happily held Chu Yun's hand, with a happy smile on her face.

Most people are still busy with life, of course, they are used to it, and that is only a part of life. If you have to take a break, you can go to a teahouse or take a break on the side of the road, and occasionally bring up interesting rumors about the recent days. Some Chu Yun also smiled slightly when she heard this, and the little girl Yu'er looked obsessed again.

The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival is extremely prosperous, and it is a lively and noisy atmosphere wherever you go, and it is no exception in a prosperous area in the city, covering a vast area and gorgeous manor.

After a few pieces of paper raft were sent, there were special singers in the garden, and soon they would sing the words with a tactful voice, leaving them for everyone to judge.

On the other side, all of them are female dependents, all of whom are the daughters of everyone in the city, sometimes peeking at the opposite side, covering up and chuckling, secretly glancing at the talent in their hearts, if there is a paper raft with poems written on it, several people will gather together and comment on it. As the daughter of a slightly high-status family in the city, she probably still knows some poetry.

At this time, in the pavilion in a remote corner of the park, the atmosphere was a little deserted, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl held her cheek with one hand, sat at the stone table in the pavilion, looked at the figures coming and going in front of her, the expression on her face looked a little bored, so after a while, she turned her head and whispered to several women in the pavilion: "What kind of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will this be, hum~~ It's not fun at all!" When several women heard this, they all looked at each other speechlessly and smiled.

Today's event in this garden is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, not the Mid-Autumn Festival Temple Fair, or a random person on the road, or it may be a famous and surnamed genius in this Sujiang Mansion.

If they are not famous enough, they are not even qualified to participate in the poetry meeting, and this invitation card for their cherry blossom poetry meeting was also obtained by Chu Yun with a lot of twists and turns. "Sister Yun Rou, the talented man you mentioned, when did he come today?"

The girl who spoke was not a member of the Luoying Poetry Club, but because she was curious, she begged Zhao Rouyun to take her over to see the excitement, but there were some differences between the facts and the imagination, this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club was not as fun as she imagined, and there was still a certain talent in her heart who was remembered by several sisters, looking at Zhao Rouyun and asking.

In today's poetry club, the status of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club is actually quite embarrassing. Although they all have the name of talented women, in fact, there is still a big gap between them and those high-class talents, and they can't integrate into the circle of those people at all. Even the prefect of Sujiang will appear briefly at the poetry meeting, not to mention those who are recognized by everyone as the first and second talents, in the past, they would never be able to contact these people.

Even Shu Wanqing, who is the most famous among several people, only has the name of a talented woman in a small area, and today's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club is obviously much higher in terms of specifications. Even their location is only arranged in such a remote place. The water pavilion in the center of the park, where many famous talents gathered, is the core of the entire poetry club.

All the good works that appear in the poetry meeting will eventually be gathered here, and those who comment here are all extremely important talents, or famous people with high moral and respected status.

Ordinary talented literati who are not qualified to enter the poetry society will gather here today and will not miss the masterpieces of the poetry meeting. It is not uncommon in today's Sujiang Mansion City, and if there are a few extremely amazing poems, they may eventually be transmitted to the garden and evaluated together with the poems written by those talented people. Of course, masterpieces of this level are rare and rare every year.

In the central water pavilion, in a much wider pavilion, several young talents are appreciating yesterday's lyrics, and several of them are really well-known talents in Sujiang Mansion, although their opinions do not represent authority, but they still have great reference value. On the side of several people, a long figure leaned on the railing by the water, holding the wine glass in his hand, looked up at the sky, drank the wine in the cup, and couldn't help muttering: "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky... ”。

"Brother Fang Zhou, what's wrong today, why didn't you say a word?" A certain young genius glanced up in a certain direction, and a look of doubt flashed across his face. The other party is recognized as the number one talent in Sujiang Mansion, and few people can compare with him, except for Shen Yuneng and him to compete for the top spot in the poetry club, there is no opponent at all.

It is Shen Yu, in terms of Mid-Autumn Festival words, it is difficult to compare with Yang Fangzhou, although he has not come up with words yet, but in fact, he has almost pocketed the leader, but now it seems that the other party's mood is not very high.

What a few people didn't know was that after seeing the two poems that were boiling in the city of Sujiang Mansion yesterday, Yang Fangzhou didn't have much expectation in his heart for today's poetry meeting. He is recognized as the No. 1 talent in Sujiang Mansion, and he naturally has great confidence in poetry, but this confidence was shaken yesterday.

The poem "Magnolia Flower Slow, Poor Tonight and the Moon" draws on the great poet Qu Yuan's "Tianwen" of the great poet of Chu State, imagining novelty and subverting the traditional words, which are very good words, and have already hit their confidence, but when is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky。。。。。 "Water Tune Song Head" was really shocking to him. I heard that the boy wrote it to his maid, which made me feel inexplicably scared in my heart.

Chu Yun took the little girl and inquired about the location of the Luoying Poetry Club all the way, and while crowding the crowd, he finally came to the water pavilion in the center of the park, and saw where they were sitting from a distance. The two laughed all the way, walked out of the water pavilion, and walked in a certain direction.

In the pavilion in the corner, several women from the Falling Cherry Poetry Club were writing their own words, Shu Wanqing was thinking about something with a pen on the side, Zeng Shiyun leaned to the side, looking at a certain direction with beautiful eyes, looking a little interested.

She actually didn't have much interest in this poetry club. With an inadvertent flick of her eyes, she happily waved her hand towards Chu Yun and the others, "This, that, this." "Is he coming?" Shu Wanqing hurriedly stopped looking at her and asked happily. Zeng Shiyun happily responded with "En~~!" ”。

Just as Chu Yun and the others were walking towards the water pavilion, Chu Yun saw two young and handsome men walking towards Shu Wanqing and Zeng Shiyun, "How many of them are the talented girls of the Falling Cherry Poetry Society?" The young man who walked in front arched his hand at them and said with a smile.

"A talented girl doesn't dare to be, I don't know who the son is... Shu Wanqing looked curiously at the man in front of her, who seemed to be somewhat familiar, and asked with some confusion. The young man smiled and said lightly, "It's in the next Shen Yu." Including Shu Wanqing, several pretty women from the Falling Cherry Poetry Club were slightly stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but exclaim.

The name Shen Yu is not unfamiliar to Shu Wanqing and several women in the Luoying Poetry Club. The famous talent in Sujiang Mansion, although he has always been suppressed by Yang Fangzhou and can only be the second in a thousand years, but in the eyes of others, his talent is still boundless.

Several women covered their mouths and shouted softly, although they were called talented women, but in the eyes of Shen Yu Yang Fangzhou and others, they still didn't take them very seriously, they still needed to look up, to some extent, they were no different from those women who admired the talents of the two.

"It turned out to be Shen Gongzi, I just read Shen Gongzi's lyrics, Gongzi is full of talent, and the little woman admires it." Shu Wanqing said with a smile, but in her heart, Shen Yu Yang Fangzhou was powerful, and she still couldn't compare to Chu Yun.

"The girl praised it falsely, Shen really can't afford to be praised by the girl like this." Shen Yu arched his hand, then looked at her and said: "Not to mention the "Water Tune Song Head", it is the song "Magnolia Slow, Poor Tonight" that your society took out yesterday, and Shen is far from reaching. ”

Originally, Shen Yu had never heard of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, but yesterday's outstanding performance and amazing poems made Shen Yu have to pay attention to it, I heard that the talented person who wrote these poems has just joined the Falling Cherry Poetry Club, I don't know if he will come today.

Shu Wanqing and everyone were slightly stunned when they heard this, as if they didn't expect Shen Yu to suddenly say such a thing, and they didn't know how to interface for a while. At this moment, I heard Shen Yu ask again: "I wonder if the genius who wrote "Magnolia Slow, Poor Tonight and the Moon" is not here today?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Shu Wanqing and the others realized that this was the real purpose of Shen Yu's coming, and they were about to speak. At this moment, a voice sounded behind Shen Yu, "Although that person is not here today, Miss Shu of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club is also extraordinary, that is, we and other men will be ashamed, I don't know what Miss Shu has tonight?" ”。

When Shen Yu walked over, there were already a lot of people following, and at this time, this person opened his mouth, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. Seeing the man who walked out of the crowd, Shu Wanqing and the pretty faces of several women from the Luoying Poetry Club changed slightly. "Zhang Wen!" Although I don't know why he is here, the other party obviously doesn't have any good intentions.

Everyone in the audience is somewhat familiar with the name Shu Wanqing. However, Shen Yu heard of this for the first time, he has a very high reputation, and he is not interested in paying attention to those who are not as famous as him. "The little girl is only shallow in learning, so naturally she can't compare to your talents, so she doesn't take it out to show her ugliness." Shu Wan opened her mouth lightly, and her attitude was extremely modest.

"Why is Miss Shu so self-humble?" Zhang Wen has been aggressive, after yesterday's incident, Zhang Wen's reputation was ruined, and he hated the Luoying Poetry Club and that Chuyun in his heart, and it took great difficulty to obtain the qualification to participate in today's poetry meeting.

At this moment, after Shen Yu pondered for a while, he finally spoke: "What this brother said is reasonable, today's poetry meeting is to learn poetry and meet friends with literature, if the girl wants to refuse, she really looks down on me and waits." "Yes, yes, yes" Everyone in the audience, led by Shen Yu, chattered one after another. Seeing this, Shu Wanqing and the women of the Falling Cherry Poetry Club all looked a little ugly on their pretty faces.

Studying the text of poetry is voluntary, forcing others to compose poems, I have never heard of it, Shen Yu and others are really a bit of a bully when they do this, Shu Wanqing's face is embarrassed. At this time, Chu Yun had just arrived with this little girl Yu'er, and he saw the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and he was just about to speak, when he heard a coquettish cry behind him.