After writing the words, Tang Yin suddenly stopped, his eyes looked into the distance, and although he looked at it together, he saw that there was nothing there.

Tang Yin suddenly lowered his head, sighed, and the pen in his hand slowly moved.

It is difficult to tell people what is in your heart, and you know it with the blue sky and the bright moon. （1）

After hanging up the last stroke, Tang Yin turned around, grabbed the rice paper, and threw it to the little guy in charge of passing on the poems.

Qixi writes about beauties, but the beauties think of the depression in their hearts, Tang Yin is romantic, but who knows the sadness and sadness in his heart?

"Bohu." Yue Fei put his hand on Tang Yin's shoulder, only to see the latter shake his head, revealing a wry smile.

"Excellent." Liu Yan's words came from above, but there was a hint of disappointment in his voice, and so far, no words have been born.

Compared with poetry, words can express more things, and a good word can definitely be passed down through the ages once it is sung.

"Bohu, I was confused, so I looked for sustenance." The old voice sounded, and then there was no more sound.

Tang Bohu has always been unrestrained and free and easy, but he has never found his own direction, and it is inevitable that he will be confused, and he can only enter the fireworks and willow alleys every day to fill the emptiness.

"Hmph, Brother Bohu's poems are really good, but unfortunately this time, I, Cai Yuanjin, are even better." Suddenly, Cai An sneered, ignoring everyone's gaze, and sneered.

Although most people cast a cold color on Cai An, no one refuted it, one can't be provoked, and the other is that Tang Yin's poem is indeed not as good as Cai An's.

It's not that Tang Yin's poems are bad, on the contrary, the poems alone are much better than Cai An's Qixi poems, but unfortunately, Tang Bohu wrote this one, but it was not a good one.

"Cai An, don't be complacent, there is no first in ancient literature, do you think that Bohu is rare and the leader is not successful?!" Yue Fei snorted coldly.

Of the four talents, none of them like to associate with this Cai An, but there are conflicts from time to time.

Cai An sneered: "Oh? Then Brother Peng Ju might as well make a poem on Qixi Festival, so that I can open my eyes? ”

Yue Fei didn't speak, if he continued. I'm afraid that I will make a fool of myself, who doesn't know if he Yue Pengju will do Qixi Festival?

In terms of talent, he Yue Fei can naturally top dozens of Cai An, but if it is about conspiracy, ten Yue Fei can't play one Cai An.

"Poetry will be discussed, don't hurt the harmony." Everyone couldn't get used to it, most of them were on Tang Yin's side, but they didn't dare to offend Cai An, so they had to come out to play a round.

Cai An was about to say something more, but a few cold snorts suddenly came from the third floor, and he had to swallow the words in his stomach back.

Seeing that Cai An didn't hurt people again, he was aggressive, and the atmosphere became warm again, and then a few poems were born, but they could only be regarded as mediocre, and occasionally there was a good one, which was not as good as what Tang Yin and Cai An wrote.

Here, Tang Yin's emotions have recovered, and he only felt that he wrote a poem, and he was stunned that he had entered the situation described in the poem, and he didn't even listen to Cai An's words.

"Then Cai Antai is not a thing." Yue Fei was still a little indignant, fortunately this was a poetry club, in normal times, his fist would have been swung out long ago, "If he really let him get this leader, our four talents, I'm afraid we won't have the face to stay in this Yangzhou!" ”

The name of the four talented people is what outsiders say, the four of them originally didn't care, but now they are being ridden on their heads, which is unbearable.

Cai An took a leisurely sip of wine and chuckled, "You are going to do it?" ”

The three words suddenly made Yue Fei close his mouth, drinking the wine sullenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Lin: "Ahem, Wenbang?" ”

As soon as Yue Fei called him like this, Su Lin said badly, how could he write any poems?

If you want him to come up with two paragraphs, maybe he will come casually, this poem is not written by anyone.

He hurriedly lowered his head and drank, pretending not to hear Yue Fei calling himself, but the latter was unrelenting: "Wenbang, what if you make a song?" ”

Qin Hui also said: "Yes, Wenbang, your song "Lime Yin" has been lingering in Qin Hui's ears, thinking about this Qixi poem, it will not be difficult for you." ”

Seeing that Tang Yin was about to speak, Su Lin knew that he couldn't hide, so he gritted his teeth: "Then how about making a song?" ”

Yue Fei was careless, and hurriedly called Qin Hui to study ink, and when the people around saw this, they gathered around one after another.

"It seems that there is a new work again..."

"Who is this person, who is so familiar with the four great talents?"

"I don't know..."

Everyone bowed their heads and whispered, but no one took the liberty to ask for names at this time, and it would not be good to interrupt the train of thought of others.

Cai An was eating wine, and when he heard the movement here, he sneered: "Another mediocre person who doesn't know how many drops of ink he has in his stomach." ”

Taking the brush, Su Lin smiled bitterly, he has been practicing calligraphy these days, but this thing is not a day's work, although it is not ugly, but it is definitely not good-looking.

Taking a deep breath, but thinking about the poems in history, others naturally thought that he was considering.

Finally, the pen fell to the paper.

Queqiao Immortal.

"It's the name of the word." Someone immediately said, but frowned and wondered, "This word, maybe cursive?" ”

Su Lin's old face couldn't help but blush, and he knew that this word would be laughed at, although it was not a "joke", but it was clear that he was writing regular script, okay?

After scolding the man, the pen in his hand continued to move.

The begging building is empty, the shadow is cold, and the festival is only for sighing. Ding Ningxiu exposed the old clothes, remembering his hands, and sewing them.

Writing it out in one breath, the people around were attracted, and a woman lost her voice and said, "Could it be that you thought of the love in your heart?" ”

Women are the most emotional, especially such sensual words, everyone is helpless, and continues to look at Su Lin's pen.

Following Tang Yin's example, Su Lin looked out the window, only to see the sky full of stars, like a magpie bridge, and the scene of seeing Su'er that night came to mind.

The lotus pink is red, the water chestnut is blue, and the stars are empty. Hold the Tian in a dream, believe in heaven and the world, and it is not an illusion. （2）

Putting away the pen, Su Lin blew dry the ink, exhaled lightly, and handed it to the little servant.

The people around were still unable to extricate themselves from the words, especially those talented women, who looked at Su Lin with red eyes one by one.

This was originally written for his deceased wife, but now in the eyes of everyone, it is because Su Lin and the beauty have been separated for a long time, so they miss it very much.

Su Lin had that poem lingering in his mind, the words were beautiful and bleak, but he had only entered half of them.

The words began to be read on the third floor, and Cai An's face that was originally written with disdain instantly froze, and his gaze at Su Lin was full of disbelief.

"How is that possible!" Cai An pointed at Su Lin, annoyed and angry, "Say, where did you copy it?!" ”

Losing to Tang Yin, or even losing to other talented people who are a little famous, Cai An doesn't feel anything, but in his opinion, Su Lin is just a nobody, at least, no one like Su Lin has appeared in the poetry meetings he has participated in.

"Qing." The corners of Su Lin's mouth curled, and he said a word lightly.

(1) Excerpt from Tang Yin's "Beauty to the Moon" (2) Excerpt from Nalan Xingde's "Queqiao Immortal ● Qiqiao Lou Kong"