Zhao Pin, Guo Xuan and others have published a few poems one after another, among which there are also excellent works, but they are not as high as the guest Zhongchun, compared to Qin Xun's Qin Louyue, they still can't win obviously. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moonlight was cold, shining on everyone, on one side was the scholars of the Snow Garden who burst out into a burst of hearty laughter from time to time, and on the other hand, the scholars of the Moon Garden were busy, with anxiety on their faces, scratching their ears and cheeks to write poems.

The comparison between the two is like a visitor stepping into the spring to enjoy the scenery and entering the monkey park, and the scene is as embarrassing as it is.

In this case, not only Li Qian, Zhang Qiuhong and others were angry, but even the ladies in the pavilion were also ashamed.

That Liu Qiao'er's apricot eyes widened, revealing a hint of fierce aura, and said in a low voice: "Relying on a little talent, there is no one in your eyes like this, if you really have the ability, you should go to other places to be majestic...... They can also make a show in our Huaning City, if they go to Jiangning City, I am afraid that they will not even have the courage to dare to call themselves scholars, and the talents over there are the real talents."

Another person said: "Sister Qiao'er, it seems that these people have been suppressed by Lin Gongzi in the past two years, so they came to demonstrate this time, they should want to defeat Lin Gongzi."

Liu Qiao'er pursed her lips and sneered, "They still want to defeat my senior brother?" It's 108,000 miles away, wait for my Senior Brother Lin to come later, they look good! ”。

Everyone complained for a while, and there was a maid over there who had already taken the poems of Qin Xun and others and handed them to Liu Qiao'er to read.

Liu Qiaoer read it for everyone one by one, and commented a few sentences, but the general evaluation was not high, and it was just so much.

After reading a few poems, when she read the three Yongyue poems, the expression on her face began to change slowly, and the original resentment and disgust became a little hesitant.

“…… Fang Fei Xie, the old garden is sad...... Sad, boundless smoke and water, endless mountains and ......".

"But it can be closer to the Qianlong Festival, and the tears in my eyes are full of tears and blood ......."

"Crying blood in the air, outside the sound of the sub-rules, the wind and the waning moon ......".

Liu Qiao'er read this little word, looked at the payment, and saw the words Guanxue Garden, Qin Louyue, and Qin Xun written on it, so she was completely silent.

Seeing this, the ladies in the pavilion also became quiet, only listening to the laughter by the lake, and the high-minded words came from time to time, and they were not so angry when they heard it in their ears.

The poems of these talented people are really excellent.

Li Nianxian also read it silently twice, and looked at the angry look of her grandfather Li Qian by the lake from a distance, shaking her head slightly, she couldn't do anything about such a thing.

Xiaolian stood beside Li Nianxian with her little fists clenched, her goose egg face was slightly nervous, and she asked in a low voice, "Miss, are those scholars' poems really good?" ”。

Li Nianxian nodded and said: "The allegorical scenery is in the scene, the scenes are blended, the smoke and water are misty, the mountains are empty, and what is melted in it is full of sorrow...... If you don't really feel it, you will never be able to write the ...... of such words."

Xiaolian sighed, stepped aside, and after a while, couldn't help but ask, "Miss, is the longer the poem, the better...... It's a very long, long kind, dozens of sentences, the kind of ...... that is equivalent to seven or eight other people's songs."

Li Nianxian smiled slightly, and said angrily: "How can there be such a saying, poetry lies in the state of mind, and the most important use is to express feelings and aspirations, the deeper the emotions in it, the better, even if there is only one sentence, if it can make the person who reads the poem empathize with it, or sad or happy, it is a good poem...... This was all told to me by Mr. Xixi in my family when I was a child, and he was also a talented ......."

"That's ......", Xiaolian raised her head and looked at the moonlight in the sky, under the brilliance, the moonlight was clear, which made people reverie.

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, the bright moon on the sea is born together, the rippling water waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without the moon......

The peach blossom fragrance wind gusted, blowing over, Xiaolian's eyes lit up with sparkling brilliance, looking forward to the moon, standing motionless by the pavilion.

Peach blossoms and human faces, moonlight and gardens, she, a little girl who doesn't understand poetry, stands in it, stupid, looking at all this.

"Miss......," she whispered.

"Huh? What's wrong? Li Nianxian glanced back at her, only to see Xiaolian's mysterious appearance on her face, and said uncertainly: "Miss, I also have a poem...... I don't know if it's okay or not, can Xiaolian go over and let those scholars and talents see ......".

Li Nianxian was slightly stunned, looked Xiaolian up and down twice, and then stretched her eyebrows, blooming like a flower, and said with a gentle smile: "Dead girl, where did you get poetry?" ”。

Xiaolian blushed in embarrassment, but she didn't tell the truth, but whispered: "It was written by a talented man I met when Xianggong was studying before, and Xianggong wrote it down, Xiaolian thought about the poetry meeting tonight, and I don't know how the genius's poem is?" If the poem is very good, it means that Xianggong's previous knowledge is also very good, and I just want to know more about his ......."

"Ghost girl, do you see that Zhao Qi has written a poem in the past few months? If he had been very well educated in the past and had the hope of being a talent in the middle, he probably wouldn't have come to work in our house, you, you're too greedy......."

"Hee-hee, people always have to be motivated."

"Let's show me first, if you can still see it, and then send it over, if even I feel bad, then forget it, don't embarrass people ......", Li Nianxian is actually a little curious, I don't know if the scholars who Zhao Jue befriended at the beginning are a little talented.

Zhao Jie's ability to calculate, handle things and work under pressure are extremely strong, if there is a little poetry, it is really equivalent to all-rounder, not to mention marrying Xiaolian to her, it is herself, and she will also have a little temptation, what a woman wants, knowing that it cannot be excessive, but everyone wants to be perfect, and she is not exempt from vulgarity.

Xiaolian took out the long poem she had transcribed and handed it to her young lady.

Li Nianxian unfolded it and looked at it through the bright and clear moonlight, but as soon as he looked at it twice, there were several exclamations at the entrance of the garden, and someone came over there, causing a sensation.

Li Qian saw Li Xing, the housekeeper who came in from Yuankou, Li Xing nodded to Li Qian from afar, indicating that the matter had been done, and the old man laughed.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Lu, let's drink tea ......", he was now calm, glanced at Du Xian and the others coldly, and raised his glass and said lightly.

Zhao Pin, Guo Xuan and others, who were racking their brains and meditating, heard the commotion, looked up, and saw Lin Ziyang, who was walking behind, dressed in green clothes, full of elegance, and walking over, and suddenly almost jumped up excitedly.

"Brother Lin! You're finally here! Zhao Pin wiped the sweat on his head, walked out from behind the table, and walked quickly to greet him.

Guo Xuan and the others also breathed a long sigh of relief, straightening their waists a little longer, so that they would not dare to raise their heads when they lay on the table.

Du Xian, Zhao Shuliang, and Qin Xun also heard the movement over there, turned their heads to look, and saw Lin Ziyang and Chen Heng coming one after another, their demeanor, pace, and temperament were all superior, and they had a kind of arrogant elegance, attracting others to admire.

"Heh, the main lord is here, ......", Liu Wenyuan said lightly, but he got up at the same time as Du Xian and the others, stood there, and when Lin Ziyang arrived, several people gave up, Du Xian smiled and said: "Brother Lin's demeanor is still the same, not much better than last year."

Qin Xun said with a smile on the side: "Of course, last year's poetry meeting, it was Brother Lin who dominated the group and won the first place for a second time, which made all the great Confucians full of praise and admiration, so that we admired and envied, of course, it was high-spirited and ...... demeanor."

Liu Wenyuan, Zhang Jizhi, Zhao Shuliang and others laughed meaningfully, and even said that it was of course.

Lin Ziyang's expression changed slightly, then he suppressed his anger, raised his hand slightly and bowed, and said, "I was not very well today, and I wanted to come back later, but I didn't expect a few people to find this place, I was really anxious, what?" Are the poems all ready? ”。

Du Xian said with a smile: "Brother Lin is not right, I am not anxious, but thinking that it is not easy for our Huaning students to get together...... As for poetry, we have already thrown bricks and stones, and we have made a fool of ourselves first, just waiting for Brother Lin to show your skills, let us pay attention to it again."

Zhao Pin, Guo Xuan and others followed behind Lin Ziyang, all of them embarrassed, looking very unnatural, Chen Heng looked wrong, asked a few words in a low voice, and Zhao Pin said the previous thing.

Chen Heng's face suddenly looked solemn, and he just wanted to inform Lin Ziyang, but Lin Ziyang had already walked forward and said lightly: "It's easy to say, then I'll also come to offer ugliness."

"Please!" , Du Xian, Qin Xun and the others were overjoyed, and hurriedly dodged a road to let Lin Ziyang pass.

Several people quietly glanced at each other, all showing playful looks, they originally thought that Lin Ziyang might be afraid that he would not be able to compete with them, and he wanted to deduce twice, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't even look at their poems, and actually wanted to write them directly, so this is interesting.

That Qin Louyue was revised more than ten times after the guidance of several great Confucians, and with the approval of Lord Zhizhou, even if Lin Ziyang's poems are good, they can't even think of winning it!

"Lord Wang, Shopkeeper Li".

Lin Ziyang first saluted Wang Chuan, and then saw Li Qian sitting on the side, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Li Qian snorted and said, "The old man is very happy that Gongzi Lin can come, and I hope Gongzi will do his best not to disappoint everyone."

"Xiaosheng does his best".

Lin Ziyang said, walked in front of the outsiders, didn't even look at these people, and went to the back of the table to write poems.

Liu Liang had already raised his hand, waiting for this disciple to greet him, but he didn't expect Lin Ziyang to just say hello to Wang Chuan and Li Qian, and walked straight over, suddenly the old face trembled slightly, his arm paused in mid-air, and he took advantage of the situation to support the beard under his chin, hiding his embarrassment.

The rest of the Xiucai members snorted in their hearts, and a little anger swelled up on their faces, this Lin Ziyang really has no one in his eyes, the shelf is too big!

"Grinding ink", Lin Ziyang walked to the table, picked up the pen, laid out the rice paper, and gave a faint order.

The people around were stunned, and someone reminded: "Lin Gongzi, there is a good research on the table."

"Of course I know, it's just that I, Lin Ziyang, write poetry, and I've always written while researching, and I don't use the old ink."

"Senior Brother Lin, I'll study it for you!" , Because of Lin Ziyang's arrival, the ladies who were originally staying in the pavilion also approached this side, and at this time, Lin Ziyang asked someone to grind, Liu Qiaoer immediately responded and walked out.

Lin Ziyang turned his head to look, and suddenly saw Liu Qiao'er beside him, standing was a girl in a green shirt, with a beautiful face, and a graceful and delicate girl.

Isn't that the woman I saw hurrying through the street on the teahouse that day? He vaguely remembered that Chen Heng had said that she was the young lady of the Li Mansion, called Li Nianxian.

Li Nianxian's expression was slightly abnormal at this time, looking at the rice paper over there blankly, and looking at Lin Ziyang standing in front of the table, his eyes were very ethereal.

Seeing her like this, Lin Ziyang immediately had a strange feeling in his heart, and couldn't help but quietly straighten his back, and the movements were more imposing, facing the moonlight, standing in a steep posture, and the jade tree was in the wind, as if the moon wheel was used as a light, and his posture was handsome.

As Liu Qiaoer stepped forward to study the ink, he took the pen in his hand, dipped the pen into ink, raised his head and groaned, and then was about to write.

However, Chen Heng watched from the side, his heart was like a fire, he hesitated again and again, suddenly gritted his teeth fiercely, squeezed out of the crowd, quickly arrived at the table, and said with a smile: "Brother Lin, the little brother suddenly came to inspiration, I'm afraid it's fleeting, why don't Brother Lin sweep the battle for me, let the little brother show ugliness, let's have a song first, how about it?" ”。

Lin Ziyang frowned, a little displeased.

Over there, Du Xian had already said coldly: "Brother Chen, Du is not talented, I am willing to lay paper and ink for you, you come to this table to write poems, don't disturb Brother Lin's masterpiece!" ”。

Chen Heng just didn't hear it, he snatched Lin Ziyang's pen directly, leaned over slightly, and wrote a line of poetry on the paper.

This time, Du Xian and the others will not let him change places anymore.

Chen Heng pretended to be thinking and whispered in front of the table, but at a very small volume, he said in a low voice: "Ziyang, don't write poems tonight, the other party has already obtained the approval of Lord Zhizhou, the poetry club is the first, and it has already been decided to ......."

When the news was revealed, Chen Hengcai suddenly laughed and said, "There is", and then wrote the last two lines of poetry.

Du Xian and the others didn't look at his poems at all, and said straightforwardly: "Since Brother Chen has already written, let's quickly hand the pen back to Brother Lin and let Brother Lin write."

"Exactly, Brother Lin, as the first in the two-year poetry club, wrote the poems that everyone is looking forward to the most, I will wait, don't disturb, Brother Chen retreat."

Qin Xun and the others also spoke their own mouths, and Chen Heng had no choice but to retreat.

The pen was handed back to Lin Ziyang.

But he stood there and didn't move.

"The poetry will be the first, and it has long been ......".

This news caught him off guard, and he was not mentally prepared at all, if he got the approval of Lord Zhizhou, it would indeed be considered an internal decision, and he was the first in the first two years, and this was also the case.

Could it be that it is really because of the Snow Garden that his poetry is able to overwhelm the crowd and become the first in the poetry club?

Could it be that he has been cold for ten years, and in the end, he was not a genius, but a joke in the eyes of others?