"Slow down." Chu Wen saw that they were betting on the lottery, and seemed to feel that this exchange meeting had changed its nature, and in addition, he knew Zhang Cheng, maybe the couplet attainments shown today were shocking, but it did not mean that he had made a difference in poetry, and he also knew this Han Wenqing, the level of poetry was very high, almost no less than that of the eighth prince, for the sake of his brother Zhang Cheng, he hurriedly shouted.

After hearing the voice, the two people who made the bet looked at Chu Wen at the same time. ：

"Brother Han, Brother Zhang, tonight's poetry exchange meeting is mainly based on communication, and now you are communicating in the form of bets, I'm afraid it's not appropriate." Chu Wen Zhenzhen said.

"Oh, how can I see, Brother Zhang and I hit it off at first sight, and besides, Brother Zhang took the initiative to communicate with me, if I shouldn't, wouldn't it make people laugh! Brother Zhang Cheng, what do you say? Han Wenqing said with a gloomy face.

Seeing Han Wenqing say this, Chu Wen hurriedly gestured to Zhang Cheng, but Zhang Cheng turned a blind eye, so Chu Wen couldn't take care of it, and hurriedly walked to Zhang Cheng's side and pulled him a few steps, and whispered: "Brother Zhang, is it really confused, don't you know who Han Wenqing is?" Moreover, he studied under Dong Zhongshu of Donglin Academy, and he often had poetry exchanges with the Eight Great Princes, ······ You have to think twice! “

Seeing that this classmate and friend cared so much about and treated him sincerely, Zhang Cheng was deeply moved. Gentlemen's friendship and deep friendship are indispensable. However, there is also the kind of friendship built with sweet words, which is like a castle in the air, which is unsafe and unreliable.

What is a friend? When someone believes the smile on your face, he can read the sadness in your eyes. When you have a will, he stands in the distance, watching your people come and go, and when you are disappointed, he approaches silently and sends a ray of sincere sunshine. Zhang Cheng's heart was warm, hot, and hot at this time, because he felt warmth from Chu Wen's concern!

Zhang Cheng looked at Chu Wen, who was really concerned about him, put his arm around his shoulder, and said with a charming smile: "Brother Chu Wen, I haven't been to the Qinglou yet, have you been there?" “

Chu Wen was stunned for a moment, first shook his head, then nodded again, and finally shook his head again. Seeing this, Zhang Cheng was speechless and said, "Brother Chu, what do you mean?" ”

"Last time I went to see it with my friends, but I left right away, so I'm ······." Chu Wenqiao's face blushed slightly.

Zhang Cheng patted Chu Wen on the shoulder, and said with a smile that I understood: "When the poetry exchange meeting is over, how about you, me, and Brother Xuanfeng go shopping together?" “

"Well, it's not good······" Chu Wen was embarrassed.

"Okay, it's such a happy decision, I'll meet this great talent when I come." Zhang Cheng pointed his thumb at himself and said excitedly.

When Chu Wen wanted to say something more, Zhang Cheng had already walked straight in front of Han Wenqing, opened his mouth, and finally shook his head and sighed. He decided that no matter whether Zhang Cheng won or lost tonight, he would accompany him to visit the Qinglou.

"Brother Han, I've kept you waiting for a long time, I don't know how you want to compare?" Zhang Cheng gestured.

Han Wenqing glanced at Zhang Cheng with the corners of his mouth raised, and then walked in front of Su Yourong, looked at her affectionately and said, "Let Rong Rong come out of this question."

I don't know why, Zhang Cheng is very calm at this moment, making its painful soul feel peaceful, Zhang Cheng looked at Su Yourong with a veil on his face very purely.

Su Yourong stood up, saluted Han Wenqing and Zhang Cheng and said: "The moonlight is good tonight, why don't you take the moon as the theme, half a pillar of incense time, the poem is seven words, and the word title is not limited, how about the two sons?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Cheng Road. Han Wenqing didn't speak, just smiled and nodded. Then he sneered: "I'll come first, so that Brother Zhang Cheng has more time to think." ‘’

"That being the case, it's disrespectful to be below, after all, Brother Han is the Eighth Prince, oh, no, I'm sorry, it's wrong, Brother Han is not the Eighth Prince, he just communicates with the Eighth Prince, right?" Zhang Cheng sneered.

Han Wenqing looked at Zhang Cheng with an angry face, his eyes were gloomy, and the corners of his mouth said abruptly: "If Brother Zhang's poetry can be on par with this eloquence, Zhang will still wait and see."

After finishing speaking, Han Wenqing moved to the corner of the pavilion, opened the ivory folding fan, looked chic, and looked up at the night in the lake as a contemplative look. After a long time, Han Wenqing put away the folding fan and said to himself: "Heaven and earth are empty without a little dust, and the pool hall is immersed in nothingness. A few more ancient moons are always there, and the water is clear.

"Brother Han is highly qualified, he made a poem in just a moment, and the poem is excellent, not bad." Gu Bei, who had never spoken, spoke up.

The others also gathered around Han Wenqing and congratulated.

Han Wenqing smiled and pretended to shirk with his hand: "Where, where, admit it, admit it." After a pause, he said, "What does Zhang Gongzi think?"

Zhang Cheng just smiled and didn't speak, crossed Han Wenqing and came to Su Yourong, and said calmly: "Miss Su, Zhang has something in his heart, which has been hidden for a long time, I don't know if I can say it?" ”

Su Yourong looked at Zhang Cheng lightly and said, "Su Gongzi, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

"Miss Su Lingzun repented of her marriage back then, did she know?" Zhang Cheng asked with a serious face.

Although Su Yourong was surprised, he still said calmly: "Is this still important?" ”

"Zhang really wants to know what Miss Su thinks!" Zhang Cheng said word by word.

Su Yourong looked at Zhang Cheng and didn't speak, but turned around and walked to Han Wenqing's side and said, "Do you understand now?" ”

In fact, I had already guessed it, but I just wanted the other self to die clearly.

"Thank you Miss Su for your kindness, Zhang Cheng has been taught, and I feel emotional, I will give this poem I just made to Miss Su, so as to commemorate the liberation of the next and make a farewell to the past." Zhang Cheng looked up at the starry sky. After a while, Zhang Cheng sorted out his emotions and said: "The water pattern treasure is long and long, and the good period of a thousand miles will be rested overnight." Since then, he has no intention of loving the night, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon.

Everyone's expressions were complicated, especially Chu Fang and Leng Xuanfeng, who knew about it, not to mention Lu Luo, there was only silence.

In fact, Zhang Cheng has long understood, just to give an explanation to his inner soul, and the meaning of this poem is that the painful night, but it is a clear and moonlit night, the beautiful scenery of the good night to the disheartened poet, but it is nothing, how to watch the heart? Not only tonight, I'm afraid that from now on, there will be no interest in the good night, regardless of whether he goes to the east building in the moon and goes down to the west floor in the moon. The moon is the moon, I am me, and the two have nothing to do with each other from now on, and the cold moon and clear light only add to the melancholy and evoke painful memories.

It's just that Zhang Cheng needs a relief, he needs to give an explanation to another self in the depths of his soul, the pain in his heart must be given up, he can afford it, he can let it go is a real man, he can afford it, he can't let it go, it's you who suffers, it's you who is tired, and it's you who is sad and sad.

The relief of the soul made Zhang Cheng extremely relaxed at this time, although the poem was given to Su Yuerong, but more of it was read to another self, because he felt that the depths of his soul had already passed away with the wind.

Han Wenqing looked at Zhang Cheng with a sneer and said, "I didn't expect Zhang Gongzi to still have some talent, but this lyricism through poetry is too unworthy of Han someone!" “

"Oh, yes, Han Gongzi, what do you want?" After recovery, Zhang Cheng said with a smile on his face.

As soon as the words turned, Han Wenqing calmed down and said: "Writing poetry, I guess let's have a tie, and then we will try to compose lyrics." ”

After a pause, he said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, why don't we take the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme and compose a lyric?" ”

"Is Brother Han invited first, or will you come first?" Zhang Cheng said with an indifferent face.

"Since it was Han who came up with the question, it was naturally the first to come." Han Wenqing said confidently.

Zhang Cheng didn't speak, but just gestured with a virtual hand to ask first.

Han Wenqing pretended to think about it for a long time before saying:

Osmanthus floating jade, the first moon is full of heavenly streets, and the night is as cool as washing.

The wind is full of eyebrows and cold bones, and people are in the Crystal Palace.

Jiaolong stalks, watching the saga, ethereal sheng song boiling.

The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.

I remember last year's night, in the Jiujiuxi Pavilion, the light moon and clouds came and went.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were not dreamed of yesterday, and the autumn light is like a promise in the blink of an eye.

Qingque came to the west, Chang'e reported to me, and the good time is approaching.

Send a message to the couple, don't be drunk with the cold.

In fact, this is a Mid-Autumn Festival poem that Han Wenqing has done early on, when he was still in Donglin Academy, Dong Zhongshu came up with a limited question for the assessment of his disciples, and Han Wenqing thought about it for several days before making this poem, I have to say that Han Wenqing is still talented, because this poem is the best choice in terms of artistic conception and situation, and was named the best by Dong Zhongshu at that time, and once said that this son wrote all the Mid-Autumn Festival word cards, so that future generations have no words to write a class of words.

"Good words, good sentences, Brother Han, admire for my brother. Gu Bei was still the first to get up and say.

"It's really worthy of Brother Han, such an artistic conception of words, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful." Ye Xiu hurriedly said.

Even Su Yourong said: "Han Gongzi's song will spread tomorrow, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in the land of fireworks will sing this song."

After listening to Han Wenqing's recitation, all the people sitting stood up and congratulated Han Wenqing together, and even Chu Wen and Leng Xuanfeng stepped forward to congratulate them.

Han Wenqing looked at Zhang Cheng with a sneer and said, "Brother Zhang is up to you!" “

"Brother Zhang, I don't think there's any need to compare, Brother Han has written all the Mid-Autumn Festival words." At this time, because Ye Xiu, who had lost to Zhang Cheng's couplet before, said deliberately.

Zhang Cheng looked at Ye Xiu and said with a smile: "Just now, Brother Han bet a thousand taels of silver with me as a bet, since Brother Ye has no confidence in me, can you dare to bet a thousand taels with me?" ”

"Okay, no problem." Ye Xiu said without thinking.

Zhang Cheng was really funny in his heart, it turned out that the ancient people also had fools, and they had a thousand taels in the account.

"Wait, Mr. Zhang, I also want to bet a thousand taels with you." Qin Gongzi suddenly said loudly.

Zhang Cheng was really stunned, from beginning to end he always felt that this "Qin Gongzi" was a passerby, and now when the show is about to end, he has to jump out and run a trick to brush up on his sense of existence.

But then again, who can't get along with, that is, can't get along with silver, so he jokingly said: "Gongzi Qin came to send money again?" “

"Hmph, I'm here to win back my one thousand taels!" Qin Gongzi whispered.

"Brother Zhang Cheng, please!" Han Wenqing hurriedly urged.

At this time, Zhang Cheng tidied up his clothes, coughed and said: "

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

After speaking, the needle drop can be heard, and it has been silent for a long time!