In the restaurant, several young students of Qingyun Club and Canglang Club are gathering, in the more than half a month after the end of the Red Leaf Poetry Club, these young literati have gathered several times, at first it was to comment on a few famous poems when the poetry club, and then talk about the current affairs of the world, naturally enthusiasm and condemnation are indispensable, and several people are also like-minded, several times down to boast to each other, mutual understanding. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And today, the collection of poems promised by the Yue family is finally published, called "Red Leaves Collection", which is the name of the poetry club. For any literati, publishing a book is a great event that will last for a hundred years, and the two poetry societies will naturally have to celebrate, Lu Qingyun, Tang Yun and other famous literati at the poetry meeting are naturally going to appear, and people like Liu Shiqing and Sun Weiliang who are fortunate enough to have poems included in the poetry collection are even more coming, after all, for the sake of a name.

Above the restaurant, someone is reciting aloud the poems in the "Red Leaves Collection", every time one is recited, everyone sitting here has to praise it, which is naturally indispensable to boast about the subtlety of the author's words, the artistic conception is lofty, read more than a dozen, and the literati sitting there are gradually getting drunk.

And during the intermission, in the alley next to the street, a woman's beautiful voice came, "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date." Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I am singing and wandering, and my dancing shadows are scattered......"

A poem broke in so suddenly, like a drop of water dripping into a hot oil pot, the water is slightly cool, but it can make the oil pot fry......

For a while, the originally warm atmosphere in the restaurant was instantly quiet, but everyone's hearts had begun to churn, listening attentively until the voice gradually weakened, and they were relatively speechless for a while.

Lu Qingyun looked around at everyone's expressions, he was proficient in entertaining him, remembered the poem just now, and then looked at the poetry book in his hand, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only smile miserably, muttering to himself, "There are poems like this, what can I do"

Suddenly, someone hurriedly went downstairs, it was Sun Weiliang who was drinking with Li Huai at the poetry meeting, just a moment later, I saw him return upstairs with a woman dressed as a maid, and the maid was holding a painting scroll in her arms.

This Sun Weiben is like this, he must have figured things out, so he hurriedly went downstairs to find someone, but he really let him find it, and he dragged it to everyone.

When the maid saw a room of literati, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered, but Lu Qingyun recognized the other party, it was Dong Xiaowan's personal maid Xiangyue, the two had met a few times, and Xiangyue quickly recognized each other, and bowed slightly, "Master Lu." "She is a beautiful woman, although she is a maid, but the master is also a famous talented woman, and everyone dare not underestimate it.

Lu Qingyun walked over with a smile, "Xiangyue, who did the poem you read just now?" Isn't it your young lady? ”

Xiangyue shook her head, her face hesitant, remembering the young lady's advice when she went out, she felt a little annoyed in her heart, how did she let them hear it.

Dong Xiaowan also knew that Li Huai had a bad reputation among local literati, and the swingers of the past suddenly could write poems, or such a masterpiece, I was afraid of more trouble than appreciation.

However, when Ying Hongsleeve saw these poems that day, she liked it so much, she didn't let go of anything, and after a stalemate for a long time, Li Huai could only reluctantly agree, but finally said, try not to spread it, and don't show his name when it is passed out, but Cui Ping left a heart and left a 'mark' for Dong Xiaowan.

"What? No? Someone else? Seeing that the other party didn't say, Sun Weiliang on the side was in a hurry first, and asked two sentences, Xiangyue just lowered his head, he was anxious to see it, and took the scroll from Xiangyue's hand, he thought that this poem must be on the scroll, and there must be a payment on it, and you can see it at a glance.

Xiangyue saw that the painting scroll was robbed, and she was immediately anxious, and wanted to go up to go back, but she saw Lu Qingyun blocking in front of her with a smile on her face, and she couldn't move forward anymore, so she suddenly felt aggrieved in her heart, Lu Qingyun smiled and comforted: "Xiangyue, don't worry, they are just a whim, take a look, and I will return you." ”

Xiangyue knew that this Lu Gongzi was the son of Taishou, and it was not easy to resist, but there were tears in her eyes and an anxious face......

Taking advantage of this gap, Sun Weiliang has already unfolded the painting scroll on the table, everyone gathered to take a look, the painting is naturally Dong Xiaowan's handwriting, many people often go to Yanshui Building, for Dong Xiaowan's Danqing is naturally familiar, the painting is also simple, that is, a young man in white drinks under the moon, Dong Xiaowan only used a few strokes to outline a young man, white robe, elegant and elegant, everyone is tsk praise, and then look at the side of the painting, sure enough, there is a poem, it is Xiangyue singing, the name is "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", Look at the place where the payment is only written with the word "too white".

"Too white? Who? "Sun Weiliang doesn't know, and then look at everyone, they are all at a loss, Yecheng says that it is not big, it is not small, but as long as there is some fame in the circle of literati, everyone can hear about it, unless it is those who live in seclusion all the year round, or who have just arrived here.

Everyone looked at the font again, obviously it was also from the hand of a woman, although it was not everyone's handwriting, but it was also Juanxiu, thinking that this 'Taibai' should be a woman, thinking of this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that an important matter was over, and they looked at each other, all of them were full of spring breeze.

Seeing the situation, Xiangyue shouted at a few people, "How many of you have finished reading?" If you finish reading it, please return it to me, Miss specially instructed that this painting must not be lost. Sun Weiliang returned the scroll with both hands with an apologetic face.

Xiangyue took the scroll, after all, the other party was a literati, and he couldn't beat or scold, so he could only stare at the other party fiercely, and even looked at Lu Qingyun coldly, and didn't greet everyone, turned around and left.

Waiting for Xiangyue to go downstairs, Lu Qingyun looked at Sun Weiliang and the people behind him with a straight face, "It's okay now, I offended her, and I'll see how you explain to Miss Dong in the future." ”

Everyone laughed out loud, Dong Xiaowan already has a talented woman, and she is very talented, and that 'Taibai' thinks the same, if you can have a relationship with such a beauty, everyone will enjoy it, but they were beaten and scolded for two sentences, it is also a romantic affair, for a while, Lu Qingyun's words once again made everyone's mood high, and there was a burst of poetry in the restaurant......

It's just that he pity Li Huai in the General's Mansion, and inexplicably became the goal of everyone's pursuit without knowing it, and what made him even more headache was the letter he received this morning, the family letter written by his father Li He, saying that it was a family letter, and there were a few greetings at the beginning, and more of it was a reprimand and reminder to Li Huai, sprinkled with more than a thousand words, and the words were harsh......