There are more and more onlookers, and it is impossible to see the end when you look at it, and those daughters are looking for the person they like to watch.

Jiang Yun and Xu Bin sat in the light boat and slowly walked towards the largest painting boat. The kabuko wear heavy makeup, their eyes are soft and watery, and they are dressed compactly, which outlines their seductive figures very well, and the scenery is faintly visible. Qin Huaihe's sisters were not to be outdone, they each took their own painting boats, and even took out their own Suqin and played the tune quietly.

Singing and dancing, Jiang Yun couldn't help but think of the tragic scene on the plank road outside Shule City that day, and more than a dozen young men could no longer see everything from that day on, and some even had different heads.

"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river." Jiang Yun sighed.

When Xu Bin heard this, he had a little more praise for Jiang Yun in his eyes, "Good sentence!" What a sentence that I don't know the hatred of the country! If all my Great Yan scholars have your understanding, it will be my Great Yan's luck! ”

"Here are singing and dancing prostitutes, the lanterns are colorful, and the scholars are happy." Jiang Yun said slowly, "I met a hawker today, with a rickety body, yellow face and thin muscles, and he worked hard all day, but it was only a few tens of dollars, if the situation was not good, I am afraid that these are not available." And today, I'm afraid that Fang Cai's food is far more than that. ”

"The people support the big swallow, and the people are not as good as the dogs." After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he found that he was speechless, but he saw that Xu Bin did not say anything, but stroked his temples, and was a little happy. He looked at Jiang Yun and faintly found that he had an aura on his body that he was not unfamiliar with, the momentum of the battlefield. But Xu Bin didn't ask much, and his appreciation for Jiang Yun also increased a lot.

"The old man is very pleased with your insight." Xu Bin found that he was even more surprised by Jiang Yun, a scholar who can make the words "smoke locks the pond willows", his writing is already impeccable, and his person's current situation of society is even different from that of ordinary sycophants.

"How old are you this year?"

"Master Xu, the little one ten and six."

"The age is appropriate, yes, have you ever thought about being admitted to Bailu Academy?"

"The little one is going to rest in Jinling, and then go to Lin'an to get the White Deer Academy."

"Very good! What Dayan needs is people like you! ”

Xu Bin was very satisfied with Jiang Yun, and thought of a certain old man in Bailu Academy, and he had a plan in his heart.

As the light boat marched, Jiang Yun and Xu Bin boarded the painting boat, and some people immediately saluted Xu Bin, but he, an unknown person, was subconsciously ignored.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this man is very good." Xu Bin pulled Jiang Yun over, "He made the pair of "smoke lock pond willow", among these young scholars, I am afraid that there are few who can make the same. ”

The people around Xu Bin were a little surprised, this Xu Confucian was obsessed with books and rarely praised others, so he favored this young scholar today? The impression of Jiang Yun in their hearts has also deepened a little, after all, the person who made such a stumbling alliance is still appreciated by Xu Bin, which can also be regarded as an ability.

"Brother, that's good!" Beigong Boyu was overjoyed when he saw Jiang Yun, and came over and patted him on the shoulder cordially, "I have one-third of my strength!" ”

"Young Master Su is here!" The little guy announced, and the crowd rushed over, and he saw Su Mingyuan smiling, looking proud.

Jiang Yun saw Su Mingyuan through the crowd, and there was no trace of worry or guilt on his face, as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, this kind of person is really..."Beigong Boyu's face was full of disdain.

Su Mingyuan looked around and saw Jiang Yun as well, he was stunned at first, but then glanced at it defiantly.

"If it weren't for this person, how could I have been scolded by my father for that?" Thinking of this, Su Mingyuan hated Jiang Yun a lot.

The scholars who entered the second round sat on the second floor, and the attendants led the scholars to sit in the corresponding positions.

Su Ping walked in front of the scholars, with a smile on his face, and Su Mingyuan smiled even more proudly.

"I am Jiangnan Weaving Su Ping, and I was invited to the poetry meeting today to watch all the scholars..."

Jiang Yun looked at this Su Ping, this person looked peaceful, but there was something not very good in the afterglow.

Su Ping said a few words, and the words changed, "At this time, it is the time of peony, please use peony to make a seven-character poem." ”

"Three people in this round."

Hearing this, the scholars also wanted to show their strength.

Rhythmic poems are often mostly in quadruples, divided into four couplets of the head, jaw, neck and tail, paying attention to the smooth rhythm of the battle, and the level is relatively unchaotic. For all the scholars, it takes a lot of effort to compose a song on the spot.

Not long after, a scholar stood up, "I am Jiangbei Anyang, I have a verse, please advise." ”

The scholar stood up and said slowly, "The peach and plum blossoms are not peepy, and the flowers must be peonies." The price of peony flower wine increases, and tourists still do not return in the middle of the night. ”

This sentence shows a hint of helplessness of waiting, and adds to the love for peonies.

After An Yang finished speaking, he also won a lot of applause.

"It's not Su Mingyuan, there is also a work."

Su Mingyuan walked out, his face was radiant, "The plum branches in the north and south are cold and snowy, and the jade pear is dry in the rain." The spring of the year is devastated, and I am looking for Yao Huang and Wei Zi to see. ”

The onlookers secretly said good, this sentence has no word peony in the past, Song Yao Huang referred to peony, and used peony as a poem, the cold and snow scene faintly outlined the woman's lovesickness, and the artistic conception was better than An Yang.

After the two, the rest of the scholars were not to be outdone and spoke out about what they had done.

Jiang Yun seemed to feel something, and his eyes kept projecting into the night.

"What's wrong with Childe?" Mo Yinian saw that Jiang Yun had been looking in one direction, and couldn't help asking.

"Oh... It's nothing. Jiang Yun pulled his gaze back to the painting boat, and saw that most of the scholars had said what they had done.

"Then let's reveal the three finalists..."Beigong Boyu whispered a few words to some people.

"Wait!" Su Mingyuan looked at Jiang Yun, "There is still one person who has not said what he has done." ”

Beigong Boyu looked at Jiang Yun and gestured to him with his eyes.

Jiang Yun walked out.

Thinking of his situation for more than two months, I feel that the life of the people is not easy.

"It seems that there is a reason for the east wind of the Communist Party, and the high volume of Jiangluo is not good for spring. If the teaching and interpretation should be poured into the country, Ren is ruthless and moving. Peony and Jun are close to each other, where is Hibiscus to avoid the dust. After poor Han Ling's success, he let down Qin Hua and passed by. ”

Everyone was slightly shocked, and Xu Bin read a different meaning. The glamorous peony is just a close attendant of the peony, and the peony is beautiful, but it is only eliminated after the success. At first glance, it seems to be a contemplative situation, but after a long time of savoring, it is a little more sympathetic to the life of the people, which can be described as a lofty artistic conception, which is difficult to reach in other poems.

Beigong Boyu almost jumped up, but he coughed and maintained his so-called graceful demeanor.

A woman in the crowd fell into deep thought, and after thinking about it, she was more curious about Jiang Yun.

"Ahem.." Beigong Boyu exchanged, "Then the last ones are Yunjiang, Su Mingyuan and An Yang!" ”

"Please come with me to the third floor." Beigong Boyu said with a smile, "Rumeng has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The three of them followed Beigong Boyu and Su Ping to the third floor, and Dongmei also followed her master to quietly go up to the third floor.

As soon as I entered the third floor, I saw four exquisite maids and a curtain of silk yarn among them.

A person looming behind the veil is the first Oiran in Jinling like a dream.