Golden autumn white dew, it is a good day for confidants and friends to enjoy the scenery around the fireplace, on the mountain ridge on the north side of Ye County, there is a maple forest, there is a courtyard in the forest, called Hongxia Villa, and the red leaves all over the mountain are also matched, this small courtyard is the richest man in the city Moon full of gold of the courtyard, usually to be idle, but at this time of year, it is used to hold the red leaf poetry meeting, with the growth of the Yue family, the poetry will be more and more famous, this year the arrival of the prince and the classmates in Beijing, more make the poetry will be famous. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The real poetry will start from the time of the lamp, but with many talented and beautiful people are early to pour the maple forest, especially the poor born scholars are early in the surrounding of the mountain villa, everyone wants to take this opportunity to show their strengths, in front of the dignitaries and local squires of the big building face, but not to compete for the first name of the poetry club, after all, there is only one name, as long as you can be famous, get the appreciation of adults, it is already very good for yourself.

"The remnant sun is red, the autumn is glamorous, and the frost is full of color." A young man stood with his hands in his hands, showing a little arrogance, and several of the surrounding people were also young literati, and they all praised his sentences again and again.

The young man smiled faintly, "It's just that I feel it, and I haven't thought about it yet, and I'm ugly." Previously, the boy had chanted a song "Maple Leaf Late Autumn" and was well received by everyone, and at this time, this sentence has won the affirmation and appreciation of the people around him, although his face is a faint smile, but his heart is very happy.

"Excuse me, is it Liu Ye, the son of Liu Shiqing?" A young man asked the young man with his hand, and the young man turned his head to look at the other party, still with a faint smile on his face, "It's down." ”

The little servant sent an invitation with both hands, "The 'Maple Leaf Late Autumn' made by the child, my lord likes it very much, and specially invites the son to enter the villa." ”

Liu Shiqing took the invitation, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Walk into Hongxia Villa, walk slowly along the verandah, pavilion water pavilion, carved gallery painting building, outside the village Hongxia is wild, the village is indeed full of flowers, a piece of spring, shuttle among them, Liu Shiqing suddenly felt full of spring, followed the guide of the little guy walked for a while, but saw the courtyard, a cluster of fiery red dancing with the wind, it turned out to be a maple tree of more than 100 years, the thick trunk is five people wide, and the tree pole is like a flower, scattered growth, the fiery red maple leaves are covered with the tree pole, and the whole courtyard is taken up to dress up.

Seeing this maple tree, Liu Shiqing's heart was suddenly a little excited, in previous years, he could only see this fiery red from a distance outside the villa, but today he finally came to the front, and he suddenly felt a little stunned.

"Childe, please wait here for a moment." The little guy led Liu Shiqing to sit in a corner, sent tea and snacks and left, Liu Shiqing looked around, there are already many people here, and they are all the same as themselves.

"Brother Shi Qing?" A person came from behind, it turned out to be Liu Shiqing's classmate in the county, named Liu Xiuyuan, who was an acquaintance, the two naturally chatted together, from his mouth, Liu Shiqing knew that the poetry meeting was different from previous years, it turned out that Tang Yuan, the first local talent, and a few familiar talents formed a poetry club, called Canglang Society, which was originally a spontaneous group of several talents, and met friends with literature, but also elegant, but a few days ago, Lu Qingyun, the son of Lu Taishou, took his classmates to Beijing and also formed a club, called Qingyun Society, Two days ago, at a tea party in Dong Xiaowan, a talented man named Li Hong of the Canglang Society and a talented man named Qingkui of the Qingyun Society fought poems, and they were not convinced by each other, but they were angry, and even the two poetry societies involved were also involved, and finally under Dong Xiaowan's adjustment, the two parties decided to compete for the length of this year's Red Leaf Poetry Conference.

Hearing this, Liu Shiqing nodded, Tang Yuan he knew, but he was talented, but Lu Qingyun also made a few poems after returning to his hometown, and he had some skills, plus it was a literary fight between the two poetry clubs, and it was really hard to say whether he would win or lose.

Thinking that tonight must be a battle for the dragon, if he can show his face, the benefits will naturally be a lot, Liu Shiqing secretly made up his mind in his heart, in fact, there are not a few people who have the same idea as him.

In the general's mansion, the girl was practicing swordsmanship, and Liang Zhaodi handed her some basic sword moves and told her the main points, so she didn't care about her, but only looked at it occasionally, so that she didn't know where to go.

Under the shade of the trees in the distance, Li Huai lay lazily on the bench and read a book, Cui Ping on the side watched the girl practice her sword, "Yue'er, rest for a while when you are tired", Cui Ping watched the girl practice hard, and always prepared some refreshments on the side, Yue'er's name was taken by Li Huai, and the girl also liked it.

"This year's poetry meeting, is the young master going?" Cui Ping looked at Li Huai and asked, she remembered that in the poetry meeting a few years ago, Li Huai was locked up in the mansion by Li He, but she didn't know what would happen this year.

"Well, I told my father, I'll go later, Shang Lao and Uncle Nine are going, I'll go with them." Li Huai continued to look at the book and said casually.

"That'...... Has the young master prepared a poem? Poetry clubs always have to write poems, and if it's the first time you go, if someone asks you to write it, you have to be ready. Although Cui Ping has never participated in the poetry meeting, she also inquired from others and knew that many of the masterpieces at the poetry meeting were actually prepared in advance, although there were also improvisations, but there were very few that could be called masterpieces, and more of them already had a draft and had the opportunity to perform.

"Poetry?!" Li Huai then remembered some poems, thinking that he really couldn't do it, the original must not work, but it is still possible to copy it. "Well, you have to prepare, you can't make a fool of yourself, right?" As he spoke, he sat up, asked Cui Ping to bring him pen and ink, set up a small table and began to write.

Cui Ping watched the young master grinding the gun, and couldn't help but feel a little funny, and a little worried, those talents are full of wealth, and her own young master's talent she found, grew up together, and the private school invited by the family was angry with him several times, plus he was a concubine, and no one forced him to learn, and now he has never written anything decent.

Seeing Li Huai meditating, Cui Ping on the side couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Okay, okay, don't look at me, I won't be able to write when I look at me, Yue'er is almost done, you go and accompany her." There were people around, Li Huai couldn't remember it, and sent Cui Ping away, he leaned over the small table again, and traveled to this era, the chaos of time, the lack of the two most gorgeous dynasties of the Tang and Song dynasties, but Li Huai left many famous articles that could be copied, but if these were really written, he was afraid that he would scare people at that time, so he was a little entangled, which one should be written, and it should be reasonable, I couldn't help but have a little headache, thinking of the end, he simply wrote a few more songs to deal with.

"What is the young master writing?"

"Writing poetry, I'm going to a poetry club at night."

"Childe's writing must be the best."

"Just your sweet mouth, I hope so......" Cui Ping and Yue'er looked at Li Huai leaning down on the small table and writing hard, and whispered, Yue'er was grateful to Li Huai, so she felt that everything he did was good, while Cui Ping was more worried, and even thought about whether to find someone to write it for her.

And just as the two were talking, Liang Zhaodi fell lightly behind Li Huai, seeing that many parties did not react, as if they were writing something, they subconsciously leaned forward and glanced in front of Li Huai, and couldn't help frowning, what was written is really ......

Feeling that there was someone behind him, Li Huai hurriedly covered the written manuscript under his hand, looked back, and saw Liang Zhaodi staring at him, "How do you peek?" ”

"Hmph" Liang Zhaodi turned her head disdainfully, her face was blank, and she said coldly, "They are here, and they have entered the city." ”

When Li Huai heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, sorted out the written manuscript, and gave it to Cui Ping, "Help me keep it." After speaking, he followed Liang Zhaodi and left in a hurry.

Cui Ping has a large number of manuscripts in her hands, there are as many as ten, I can't help but feel a little happy, thinking of the talent of the child, I wrote so many at once, it seems that the quality of these poems is worrying, and then look at the words on it are even more crooked, unbearable, "Hey......" sighed, took the poem manuscript and Yue'er everything back to the room, ready to help copy it again, if it really can't work, you can only find someone to write it.