Today, on the banks of the Qiantang River, there are two most lively places. One is the dragon boat race on the water, when the dragon boat race is in full swing, and the other is the scene of the poetry meeting.

On one side is a place for ordinary people to join in the fun, and on the other side, there is a gathering place for some readers who are a little literate and ink.

At this moment, the poetry club was surrounded into several small circles, centered on a copy for people to write poems, and the green-shirted scribe on the side was talking about the poems that a certain genius had just written.

Such a grand scene is a great opportunity to make a name for himself in Shilin, and the literati usually complain ------ cough, poetry, and all kinds of new poems are constantly released, and the scene is noisy and noisy.

At this moment, behind a copy supported by a cadre of the Qingfeng Poetry Society, Su He was swaying his pen and ink, and soon another new word came out. Before that, he and Zhao Peng had already written two or three poems each.

In such a festival, if you change to an ordinary student, it would be good to have a poem that you can get your hands on. These two people are completely crushing existences, and ordinary people don't even have the heart to compare with them.

Su He really deserves the name of "Little Dongpo", and none of the poems he wrote today are mediocre, and each of them is a highly praised masterpiece. Although Zhao Peng still has some poetic talent, he is inevitably much inferior to him, and only the first song is really appreciated by everyone from the bottom of his heart, and the last two are suspected of being used to make up the number.

However, after all, the two have a close relationship, and they have a good relationship------ at least on the surface, so Zhao Peng has a faint smile on his face from beginning to end, and from time to time he also praises Su He.

The atmosphere of the scene looked happy, without the slightest taste of literati, and there was a harmonious scene of hello, hello, hello, everyone.

However, at this moment, a person walked out of a piece of copywriting in the distance and came straight to Suhe's side. At the same time, a group of Jiangxi scholars behind them also spontaneously formed a group of three or two, with a clear goal, and leaned towards several small circles around them.

"It turned out that Xiao Dongpo was here, and in Xia Zhang Fuheng, I had heard the name of Su Ziyang earlier, and I came here to ask for advice today."

"Huh?"

Su He, who was being touted in the middle, couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, but he reacted immediately, and said in his heart that this was the person who "kicked the restaurant". He took two steps forward with a calm expression, arched his hand to Zhang Fuheng, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Zhang Gongzi, long admiration, long admiration!" ”

Jiu Yang is a cliché, but he has indeed heard of Zhang Fuheng, and he also knows that this person's poetry is good, and he should be on par with himself------ of course, Su He will never admit that he once used the other party as a gunman and calculated Li Qian.

"Today's Duanyang Festival, there happens to be a clumsy song below, I hope Brother Ziyang will teach you!"

Needless to say, Su He's words of challenge were when he opened his mouth, and although his words were extremely polite, the literati present heard a bit of provocation.

At this juncture, of course, Su He would not be stage frightened, so he wrote a poem to invite: "Don't dare to give advice, please!" ”

Zhang Fuheng came to the back of the case in a few steps, arched his hand around, always had a smile on his face, and behaved politely, so that people could not find anything wrong.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Zhang will present a scandal today------"

The same scene was staged in various small circles around it, and after each copy, there was a Jiangxi scholar. They officially launched a challenge to Zhejiang Shilin.

Meet friends with poetry.

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Peach Blossom Nunnery, the sound of the piano came from the small building on the second floor, accompanied by the melodious sound of the woman's cappella.

"------ today's wine party, Mingdan ditch water head. On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west. Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married. I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated------"

Li Qian played "Baitou Yin", a folk song of Han Yuefu, which is said to have been composed by Zhuo Wenjun, a talented woman in the Han Dynasty. Playing this song, there is no deep meaning, purely because he is famous, and Zijin happens to be able to sing.

I don't know if it's a preconceived reason, it was difficult for him to listen to some guqin songs before, so he felt that one or two of them sounded okay, but he really didn't think they were better than modern songs------ maybe it was because of Westernization, and the aesthetic was so different from the ancients.

However, after fusing with this body, Li Qian suddenly felt that if he listened to the guqin music calmly, he would find that the guqin music was actually not bad, and his heart would not be a little repulsed as before.

Is this the "durable type"? Don't you feel amazing at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more flavorful it becomes?

Li Qian couldn't figure it out, but he gained something from the music. He found that many of the Chinese-style music he had heard before actually had some inheritance in melody, and if he listened to it more, he would find that there were many similarities between the two.

Of course, he is not an expert in this area, and he can't say too much about it, it is just a personal feeling, so he didn't care too much about it.

After all, it's just something for entertainment------

"Sad and miserable, you don't need to cry when you get married. I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated. The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is so curling! Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives for-"

After the song was played, Li Qian raised his eyes but found that the two little girls had red eyes, their eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and their expressions were also a little sad and sad, and they couldn't help but be surprised.

"Uh, what's wrong with you guys?"

"Young Master, I'm fine------ Zijin blinked, and explained in a slightly hoarse voice: "I just think that ------ thinks that Zhuo Wenjun is entrusted by a person, if it weren't for her talent and making this white-headed chant, we descendants would not have heard such a good story." ”

"Hmm------" Li Qian groaned slightly, and said with a smile: "So men don't have a good thing, right?" ”

"Flutter ------"

Zi Pei couldn't help laughing, and while wiping a few tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, he smiled and said, "Young Master, aren't you scolding yourself?" ”

Li Qian's heart was quite curious, and he said that women seem to be able to cry and laugh at the same time, and there has been no change since ancient times, and every woman can be in shape------ isn't it, this is a natural "skill"?

At this moment, the porter came to report, saying that Yang Qing had sent someone to find him.

Li Qian had actually sent someone to report to Yang Qing, maybe before his own people arrived, Yang Qing, who arrived at the riverside, sent someone to find him early. Glancing at the two maids, he saw that they were a little unhappy on their faces, so he shook his head and said to the porter: "Let's just say that I haven't healed from the cold, so I won't go there today." ”

"Okay, you should be happy this time, right?" After sending the porter, Li Qian looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "I'm in a pretty good mood today, young master, so I'll play another tune for you, I'm sure you haven't heard it!" ”

On the corridor on the second floor, the melodious sound of the piano was heard again. This time, Li Qian played the first modern pure music with an ancient style, and the song was titled-

The rain shattered Jiangnan.

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Different from the harmonious scene in the Peach Blossom Nunnery, there was already a lot of dispute on the bank of the Qiantang River at this time.

The dispute between the literati, of course, is not as easy as the small people in the market, and it is not enough to export dirty ------ dirty, and talented readers, scolding people can indeed be exported into chapters, and the so-called "laughing and scolding are all articles" is the case.

Of course, this is just a recognition of their own image in the hearts of many readers, and it is difficult to say whether others recognize it or not. However, at least when they mock and abuse others in public, they are indeed very elegant and personable, and rarely utter vulgar words------ such as "arrogant boy", "vertical child", "clown jumping off the beam" and so on.

However, if the face is red and the anger in the chest is unbearable, there is really a possibility of fighting------ young and vigorous literati will not feel so strange because of the argument caused by the addition of fists and kicks.

Right now, this is the case at the poetry meeting.

The Jiangxi scholars have completely angered many Hangzhou literati, and the scene is very chaotic, just like a pot of boiling water, which may suddenly explode at any time.

Syllable------

Zhao Peng slapped the table suddenly, pointed to Zhang Fuheng and the three in front of him, and said angrily: "Zhang Fuheng, don't look at no one, don't forget that this is the boundary of Hangzhou, I'll tell you!" ”

"Oh? Zhao Gongzi is making a threat? Zhang Fuheng was not afraid, and sneered, "When I first arrived in Hangzhou, I heard that the son of the Zhao family was arrogant and domineering, and his temperament was narrow------ and when I saw it today, I knew that the rumors were true!" Hehe, even if your skills are not as good as others, you can't afford to lose, sad, it's really sad! Could it be that Hangzhou Shilin is full of such goods? ”

"You ------" Zhao Peng clenched his fists, the green tendons on his forehead protruded, if it weren't for Su He pulling on the side, he would have pounced on him and beat the other party hard.

Su He's face was also a little embarrassed, originally in his opinion, even if Zhang Fuheng had a bit of poetic talent, he was not as good as himself, who knew ------that Zhang Fuheng's three shots were all masterpieces, and they could faintly beat themselves, so it can be seen that the other party came prepared today, and I don't know how long I have been preparing for this in advance.

On the other hand, he and others are all in a hurry, even if they can make a few good poems to deal with it temporarily, what is the use? If you have a mental calculation or an unintentional situation, your own defeat will become an inevitable thing------

Not only them, Su He and the others had already discovered that the results of the surrounding competitions should not be optimistic, because the other places had already quarreled at this time, and the situation was almost the same.

At this moment, many people are even thinking in their hearts, if only Li Zhongqing was present today!

The dispute between Jiangxi and Zhejiang Shilin, after all, is related to the face of all literati, if you can't suppress the arrogance of the people in Jiangxi today, all the scholars in Hangzhou will feel shameless, how can they be embarrassed to mix in the literary world in the future? Therefore, as long as it is a Hangzhou scholar, it doesn't matter who it is, it is good to be able to beat the other party.

Of course, most of the people in the Qingfeng Poetry Society had a different idea, after all, they had a grudge against Li Qian. If it weren't for this person, how could he and the others lose to the Cloud Stopping Poetry Society before?

Zhang Fuheng saw that the scholars of Hangzhou were the same enemy, but he still did not give up, and said sarcastically: "Do you still want to do it?" Hehe, if you don't succeed in the civil fight, you have to change the martial arts? Hangzhou Shizi, is it really so unaffordable? ”

Things have progressed to the point, and it can be said that the winner and the loser have been decided. Don't look at Hangzhou's literary style, which is on par with Jiangxi, but if you really want to talk about the talent of poetry, it is indeed a little dwarfed.

This is not a scholar from the imperial court, and poetry is not a Bagu Shiwen, and people who are talented in poetry may not be able to be on the high school list. Not to mention now, even before Wang Anshi's reform, when the subject of poetry was still within the scope of the imperial examination, there were many famous poets in later generations who failed to make the list several times------

Therefore, the poems written by Jinshi and Juren are not necessarily better than those made by a student------ although this is the case most of the time, fame does not occupy too much advantage here. Maybe a hermit who has failed the imperial examination for many years is crazy, and he has amazing poetic talent? There is a precedent for this!

This time, all the people who came from Jiangxi were amazing poets, so it was also a sure thing to beat Hangzhou scholars, and Zhang Fuheng was not worried that he and others would lose. He glanced at the people around him, hooked the corners of his lips, and shouted a very hateful word.

"No one cares about Hangzhou Shilin?"