"In Xia Zhu Dunru, I have seen King Yun and Emperor Roufu." A middle-aged man came to Zhao Kai and bowed.

Zhao Kai looked at Zhu Dunru, dressed in a shabby robe full of patches, with a simple face.

Zhao Kai didn't expect a small Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, not only met Li Qingzhao, a famous talented woman in history, but also met Zhu Dunru, a famous lyricist in history.

Zhu Dunru is a famous lyricist in the Song Dynasty, a native of Henan (now Luoyang), often self-metaphor with plum blossoms, do not compete with the group of flowers, Jingkang, Jianyan years, secluded in his hometown, wrote a lot of words describing the natural landscape and scenic spots of Luoyang.

Zhu Dunru in his early years to the Qing high self-promise, twice recommended as a scholar but not to serve, Shaoxing two years someone recommended Zhu Dunru to the imperial court, said that Dunru has the talent of the world.

Gaozong then issued an edict appointing him as the Right Di Gonglang, and ordered Zhaoqing Mansion to urge him to go to Lin'an to take up his post. Dunru still refused to accept the order, and under the persuasion of his relatives and friends, he should move forward.

When he arrived in Lin'an, he was born as a jinshi, awarded the secretary of the provincial orthography, and then concurrently served as a military officer, and moved to two Zhejiang East Road to mention the prison. Later, because of the speech of the main war, and together with the main war faction Li Guang and others, he was impeached by the right counselor Wang Bo, and was later dismissed.

Zhao Kai nodded slightly at Zhu Dunru, "Zhu Dunru, I have heard your name, but I didn't expect that this small Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting would actually be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." ”

When Zhu Dunru heard Zhao Kai's words, he was flattered and said happily, "King Yun is too modest, participating in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting is now the dream of the talents of the entire Tokyo City, King Yun is here, and the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting can really be called the four words Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." ”

Zhao Kai waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's serious, it's serious, you continue with yours, don't be restrained because of my arrival." ”

Zhu Dunru nodded slightly, "We were just about to elect the leader of this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, since King Yun is here, it is better for King Yun to choose the leader for us." ”

Zhao Kai knew how much ink he had in his stomach, shook his head slightly, and was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Gao Yaokang rushed to say, "That relationship is good, my brother's literary talent is one of the best in Tokyo, and my brother is the most suitable to choose." ”

Gao Yaokang said, and dragged Zhao Kai to the front table.

"King Yun."

"King Yun."

"King Yun."

Talented people automatically gave Zhao Kai a way out, Zhao Kai looked at the Mid-Autumn Festival poems on the long table, and sighed helplessly.

Because of his size, Roufu couldn't reach the table, so he had to stand on a chair and look at the poems on the long table.

"The Holy Lord of the Bridge has not fallen into sorrow,

I wish to smash the seaside city with gold.

Vaguely Shadow Omi Tingke,

Wearing a hook on the moon branch cave.

Don't welcome each other.

Before the eyebrows, I invited the wrong peak.

The high beam is still a pinching monster,

Skyrim Longsha summer rainy day. ”

Zhao Kai shook his head slightly, picked up another one, shook his head slightly, and finally saw the poem he gave to Gao Yaokang, sighed helplessly, Zhao Kai saw three words, and he couldn't understand it.

Zhu Dunru saw that Zhao Kai had been shaking his head, and said softly in confusion, "Isn't King Yun dissatisfied?" ”

Zhao Kai put down the words in his hand, glanced at Li Qingzhao, who was chatting with Zhao Zhi in front of the window, his eyes lit up, and asked, "Does Li Qingzhao have an inscription?" ”

Since Zhao Kai can't understand it, it's better to find a word from a person with outstanding literary talent to be the leader, in this case, Li Qingzhao's word is definitely the most suitable.

However, to Zhao Kai's disappointment, Zhu Dunru shook his head slightly and said, "Mrs. Zhao did not have an inscription. ”

Zhu Dunru saw Zhao Kai's lost appearance, thinking that Zhao Kai was not satisfied with the words they wrote, and saluted slightly, "If King Yun is not satisfied, it is better to write an inscription in person, the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club is a fighting poem, win the championship, King Yun is here, it would be a pity not to write an inscription." ”

Zhao Kai frowned and shook his head, "I, forget it." ”

Zhu Dunru saw that Zhao Kai was unwilling, so he had to give up, but Roufu was unhappy, "Why do you refuse, brother, Huan Huan wants to see my brother compose lyrics." ”

Zhao Kai was helpless, so he had to nod, "That's okay, I'll have a song." ”

When everyone heard this, they all pricked up their ears, looking like they were listening, they always thought that Zhao Kai's literary talent was beyond their reach, and being able to listen to Zhao Kai's lyrics was also a kind of learning.

Zhao Kai thought for a long time before he spoke.

"At the beginning, we gathered and dispersed.

Then he called, and there was no reason to meet again.

In recent days, there will be a reunion of the feast.

In front of Xiang Zun, in his leisure, he sighed with his eyebrows.

Stir up old sorrows.

Yingying's eyes are full of tears.

Spread to my ears and make all kinds of resentments.

Nai, in your own heart, there is something difficult to see.

Wait for the letter to be true, and there is no other stumbling.

I can't help but pay attention to it, and I will work together for a long time. ”

This autumn night and moon was originally gathered and dispersed, and it was made when the merry and talented Liu Yongshi was frustrated, traveled all day long, and lived a wandering life of red and green, and it was written for a woman, which can be a masterpiece.

Zhu Dunru listened attentively, and couldn't help repeating in his mouth.

"At the beginning, we gathered and dispersed.

Then he called, and there was no reason to meet again.

In recent days, there will be a reunion of the feast.

In front of Xiang Zun, in his leisure, he sighed with his eyebrows.

Stir up old sorrows.

Yingying's eyes are full of tears.

Spread to my ears and make all kinds of resentments.

Nai, in your own heart, there is something difficult to see.

Wait for the letter to be true, and there is no other stumbling.

I can't help but pay attention to it, and I will work together for a long time. ”

"Good words, good words."

"Compared with the poem of King Yun, the words we are waiting for are too inferior."

"The leader of this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, King Yun deserves it."

Everyone was convinced, and praised this autumn night moon at the beginning, but Gao Yaokang muttered unhappily, "Brother, I said that I will be the leader, and if you are in the limelight, your words don't count." ”

Li Qingzhao, who was chatting with Zhao Zhi by the window, also heard Zhao Kai's words and walked over with Zhao Zhi.

"King Yun's poem is popular and appropriate and full of meaning, very distinctive, if the little woman guessed correctly, this is written for a woman, used to express King Yun's thoughts of meeting again after parting."

Zhao Kai heard Li Qingzhao's words, and nodded slightly, "What Mrs. Zhao said is correct." ”

Li Qingzhao is right, this poem was written by Liu Yong at a banquet in Bianjing when he was young, he met a courtesan who had broken up, and finally reached an understanding after reuniting and talking.

Li Qingzhao smiled softly at Zhao Kai, "King Yun's talent, Qingzhao has heard of it for a long time, and when I see it today, it is better to meet than to be famous." ”

Zhao Kai hurriedly waved his hand and said modestly, "Compared with Mrs. Zhao, Xiao Wang's talent is insignificant. ”

Gao Yaokang glanced at Zhao Kai unhappily, and said in a low voice, "I also think that my brother's talent is a little insignificant compared to Sister Qingzhao." ”

Zhao Kai looked at Gao Yaokang helplessly, and sighed secretly, "Didn't you choose your word to be the leader, so stingy, hey." ”

Li Qingzhao picked up a poem from the long table, nodded slightly, and said, "This poem in the yain is also very good."

Mid-Autumn month, the moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright. is biased and clean, how much do you know him, cloudy and sunny.

It is said that it is sunny and sunny, and it is a good season in the world. Good season, wish to have every year, common Mid-Autumn month. ”