A round of bright moon rises into the sky, the spring night is bright and clean, the blue sky is like washing, and the yellowish lead is like water, flowing in the world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Next to the woods outside the gate of the Li Mansion, Lai Xi stood by the carriage with his hands in his hands, looking at the round moon wheel in the night sky, his eyes were full of bright light.

He was not tall, less than six feet, but he was very strong, with broad shoulders and the ability to carry heavy loads.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky for a while, and suddenly from the Li Mansion came a gentle laughter, the laughter was crisp and pleasant, with a different kind of joy.

When Laixi heard this, a fine light lit up in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up honestly, and he heard Aunt Xiaolian's voice.

Aunt Xiaolian, the woman with a face like the moon, since she saw her for the first time, Laixi had an indescribable joy in her heart.

His cousin worked in the Li Mansion, and because of his outstanding performance, he begged the housekeeper to bring him in and let him be in charge of the master's carriage and horses.

Laixi listened to his cousin's instructions and called Xiaolian to call her aunt.

When he didn't meet, he still felt embarrassed, and it would be embarrassing to call a woman of the same age as him his aunt.

But when that day, under the leadership of his cousin, he saw the woman with a goose egg face, curved eyebrows, and shallow dimples on her face, he no longer felt wronged.

It's not an exaggeration to say anything about such a beautiful girl, and even, screaming and screaming, Laixi's heart can't help but become joyful.

It seems that he can have a little relationship with her like this, and he feels extremely happy.

It's just that there aren't too many opportunities like this, Aunt Xiaolian is a busy person in the Li Mansion, and she follows the eldest lady to do things.

And he just raises horses and feeds horses in the stable, and occasionally when the Li Mansion is busy, he has to work hard to move the goods, and he can't see it at all on weekdays, even if Aunt Xiaolian sometimes wants to go out to run errands, they are all taken by those experienced old coachmen, and he is not needed.

This also made him sad for a long time, and he didn't have the energy to feed the horses.

However, yesterday evening, Aunt Xiaolian actually went to the stable, let him be responsible for driving the car, and drove the young lady to participate in the garden poetry party.

Lai Xi was overjoyed, he didn't even fall asleep much last night, and he got up several times in the middle of the night, humming a little song to add grass to the horse, for fear of mistaking Aunt Xiaolian's orders.

Now, hearing the sound coming from the house, Lai Xi quickly cheered up and led the carriage from the edge of the woods.

I saw that in the moonlight, there was a pale cyan figure walking in front of her, her clothes were printed with lotus flowers, her eyebrows were heroic, and she looked a little majestic.

Lai Xi knew that it was the eldest lady of the Li Mansion, so he hurriedly lowered his head, bent his waist very low, and stood by the carriage.

But he listened to Aunt Xiaolian's voice, but he still couldn't help but secretly raise his head a little and looked at it carefully.

Aunt Xiaolian didn't look at him, but happily followed the young lady, discussing the poetry meeting, the bright cheeks exuded a gentle soft light, and the beautiful figure seemed to be Tingting Xiaohe, light and angry, and there was endless color between the eyebrows and eyes.

Laixi only glanced at it, and his heart jumped, and he hurriedly lowered his head again, but in his heart, he was extremely excited.

Aunt Xiaolian is still so good-looking, no! It's better looking than before, and now Aunt Xiaolian is much more beautiful than her previous outfit.

When the young lady got into the car, followed by two nursing homes, Lai Xi hurriedly sat in front, raised his horsewhip, and drove the carriage to Mochizuki Garden.

The lights on the road are bright, and the pedestrians on the roof tiles, small buildings, and streets always feel so pleasing to the eye when they come to look at the past.

Although Huaning City is not big, but tonight the city will meet, there are a lot of vehicles and pedestrians on the road, Laixi did not dare to drive the carriage too fast, stop and go, and when he arrived at the Mochizuki Park, more than half an hour had passed.

"Ah, the poetry meeting has begun", Xiaolian jumped out of the carriage, looking at the lively atmosphere in the garden, and said regretfully.

Xiaofeng Xiaoyu blinked her eyes and complained: "It's all delayed on the road, otherwise I can catch up."

Lai Xi on the side immediately became cramped, and said with difficulty: "Auntie...... Yes, I'm sorry, there are too many people on the road......".

Xiaofeng Xiaoyu laughed, and the two jumped to the side, quipping: "We are not your aunt, Sister Xiaolian is."

Xiaolian said unhappily: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not either, come to Xi, you are not allowed to call me aunt in the future."

Laixi raised his head in astonishment, looked at Xiaolian blankly, and said with surprise: "Auntie, I ......."

"It's all said, don't call me aunt!" , Xiaolian frowned, her face was tense, and there was a faint coldness on her body, this fool would be embarrassing.

Laixi was at a loss and apologized again and again.

Li Nianxian got out of the car and said with a smile: "Forget it, it's not a big deal, the poetry club is still growing, let's go in."

With Li Nianxian to relieve the siege, Xiaolian and Xiaofeng Xiaoyu gathered around and entered the garden together.

Laixi stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do for a while, and his heart suddenly became very flustered.

Looking at the figure that walked into the garden and melted into the crowd, Lai Xi was extremely annoyed: "I'm so stupid, Aunt Xiaolian is unhappy, will she ignore me in the future?" ”。

"Hello!".

But suddenly, Xiaolian ran out of the garden again, and Laixi's face suddenly showed joy, he nodded again and again, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said, "What? ”。

Xiaolian glanced at him, pursed her lips, and ordered: "We will come out in more than an hour, maybe later, you don't have to wait here, you can go and rest for a while, you can pick us up here in an hour."

With that, Xiaolian ran into the garden again.

Looking at Xiaolian's back, Lai Xi was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly became happy, and his honest face welled up with gratitude, and he said in a low voice: "Aunt Xiaolian asked me to rest, she feels sorry for me......

Li Nianxian and others entered the Mochizuki Garden, looking at the lively scene in the garden, far away, next to a lake, but it seemed a little quieter.

Her grandfather Li Qian also sat in the crowd over there, talking to others, including the head of the Lu family and the Zhangjia tea shop, as well as the leaders of all walks of life in Huaning City, such as cloth shops, cotton shops, pear orchards, restaurants, etc., in the main seat of the crowd, it was Wang Chuan, the master of Wang Tianhe, Zhizhou of Huaning, who was sitting.

At this moment, in the crowd over there, in the core part, there were more than a dozen old talents, respected people in long shirts and big sleeves, and dozens of scholars sitting quietly listening to Wang Chuan's speech.

When Li Nianxian walked by with Xiaolian and a few people, he vaguely heard Wang Chuan say with a smile: "When I came, Lord Zhizhou also specially explained, saying that when I go back, I should bring a few good poems, otherwise, I will punish the old man for being a vegetarian for half a month."

Li Qian and the others accompanied them to laugh, saying that this was the close relationship between Lord Zhizhou and Lord Wang, and complimented Wang Chuan for being valued by Zhizhou.

"Hehe, then again, we also write poems every year in the Mochizuki Garden, but we are suppressed by the Snow Viewing Garden every year, and the first place every year is taken away by the other party, which is really a bit too much to say, so, this year, the big guys must work hard, don't hide their talents, and our talent in the Mochizuki Garden must always be excited!".

Those old talents and knowledgeable people, especially the dozens of scholars, were all excited, and they were aroused by Wang's words.

One of the more famous scholars stepped forward and bowed his hand to Wang Chuan, saying: "Sir, it's not the junior Zhao Pin who is talking big, this time we will definitely be able to come out on top in the Moon Garden!" ”。

Everyone looked at the scholar, and Wang Chuan smiled and said, "Why is Zhao Pingongzi so confident? Could it be that you have a big deal? ”。

Zhao Pin shook his head, but he was still full of confidence, and said: "I would like to ask you, do you remember the year before last and last year, who won the first place in the poetry club?" ”。

A scholar immediately said: "Of course we know, it is Lin Ziyang, that poet, although he can't reach the realm of a thousand-year-old swan song, in our Huaning City, it is far beyond the same peers, which makes us convinced."

The old Xiucai Liu Liang nodded, raised his hand to support his beard, and sighed: "That child is indeed amazingly talented, his family is poor, but he studies hard, and slowly cultivates a moving talent, just in the past few years, Yu poetry has advanced by leaps and bounds, so that I, a teacher, also feel deeply ashamed."

Although Liu Liang shook his head again and again, saying that he was ashamed, his face showed a look of honor.

That Lin Ziyang has been assigned by him for a period of time, although he has no master-apprentice status, but when it comes to Lin Ziyang over the years, he has always regarded himself as a teacher, and Lin Ziyang has been cultivated by him.

Some people who don't know, as soon as they heard that Liu Liang was Lin Ziyang's teacher, they all admired Sanqi and were willing to send their children and grandchildren to him as disciples.

However, most of the people present were people in the circle, and most of them knew the relationship between Liu Liang and Lin Ziyang, although some people complimented a few words, but more of them were secretly laughing in private.

Zhao Pin nodded and said, "Yes, it's Lin Ziyang."

The other scholars were puzzled and said, "Lin Ziyang is from the Guanxue Garden, what did Brother Zhao mention him for?" ”。

Zhao Pin smiled slightly, with a mysterious look on his face, and said quite proudly: "You don't know, that Lin Ziyang, but he won't go to the Snow Garden tonight, he will come to our Moon Garden later."

"Wow!".

The other scholars were in an uproar, and those old talents and outsiders also showed surprise and whispered a few words.

Wang Chuan also said curiously: "Lin Ziyang will come to us?" Don't go to the Snow Garden? What's going on? ”。

Lin Ziyang is a talented man in Huaning City, he has suddenly risen in the past two years and has become a guest of major poetry clubs, with his identity, he must have been invited by those scholars and Confucians in Guanxue Garden, but I don't know why he wanted to come here.

Zhao Pin said with a smile: "Originally, Brother Lin was going over there, but a few days ago, for some reason, Du Xian, Liu Wenyuan, Zhao Shuliang, Qin Xun and others suddenly came to the door, and they had to compare with Brother Lin, and said that Brother Lin was not worthy of his name, and he borrowed the light of the Snow Garden, Brother Lin was angry, so he let it go, I didn't go to the Snow Garden this year, and I still got the first, I met Brother Lin and Chen Heng Chen the day before yesterday, and this matter was settled."

When everyone heard the truth, they were all overjoyed.

Someone said with excitement on his face: "If Lin Ziyang comes to my Moon Garden, then why don't we take the first place!" ”。

Liu Liang slapped his leg again and again, and shouted: "Then Liu Wenyuan, Zhao Shuliang, and Qin Xun deceive people too much, they are obviously incompetent, and they can't compete with my disciple, so they squeeze him and don't let him go to the Snow Garden, hmph, it's okay, wait for Ziyang to win the first place again, and let everyone see if my disciple is really talented and learned!" ”。

Those scholars and talents were both happy and excited, and even big businessmen such as Li Qian, Lu Qingxi, and Zhang Qiuhong, who didn't know much about the poetry club, began to be interested.

At this time, Li Nianxian had already taken Xiaolian to a pavilion not far away, where there were all the ladies of various mansions.

There were several people who knew Li Nianxian, so they all got up to say hello, and Li Nianxian also returned the salute elegantly.

I saw that between the candles, someone over there had already stood up and started composing poems.

The scholar named Zhao Pin was extremely active, and his poetry talent was also good, so he stood up first, and asked people to put pen and ink and write casually.

After a while, he handed the poem to Wang Chuan, who nodded again and again after reading it, and handed it to an old man in the city next to him for him to recite.

Everyone quieted down and listened attentively, only to hear the old man clear his throat, stand up, his attitude was quite sacred, and he read in a low voice: "March is clear and the rain is clear...... Nanshan is a clear ......".

The poems are written very popularly, but they are extremely fresh, they read tactfully and fluently, suitable for all ages, and everyone praised them, that Zhao Pin was modest again and again, but his expression had a touch of arrogance.

Someone started the way, and the rest of the talented scholars were not to be outdone, and the poems were like flowing water, weaving around among the crowd.

The paper with the special mark of the Mochizuki Garden was passed around among the male guests over there for a while, and then a maid went there to ask for it and brought it to the pavilion.

These female dependents don't know much about poetry, only Liu Liang's girl, Liu Qiaoer, is still a little literate, and everyone asked her to recite it.

Xiaolian poked her head over, looking at the poems on the paper with her eyes blinking, as if she understood it or not, others said it was very good, and she also said it was good.

Unconsciously, I have watched seven or eight songs, among which the most praised is Zhao Pin's song Zhongchun, there are several young ladies, their eyes all show admiration, ask for a pen and paper, transcribe it and put it on their bodies.

However, Xiaolian looked at it, although she also followed others to say yes, but she really didn't understand what it was good about, she secretly compared this small poem that she praised with Xianggong's big poem, only from the length, Zhao Jie's one was much better.

And although Xiaolian doesn't understand, after reading Zhao Di's poems, she can at least vaguely feel a kind of artistic conception, beautiful, elegant and with a touch of sadness.

But after reading this one, I didn't feel it at all.

"Is it difficult, the more difficult the poem is, the better?" , the little girl speculated and guessed in her heart.

A few more poems were sent later, and there was also one that was similar to the first one, everyone said yes, Liu Qiaoer read it a few times, and explained the meaning of the poem a few times, and praised: "This poem is full of retro style, and it has the kind of half-understood Zen of the ancients, in my opinion, it is even stronger than Zhao Gongzi's capital."

Cheer and cheer, you say a word to me, everyone talks about it, although I don't understand, but it also makes it lively.

The scale of the Mochizuki garden is not small, it covers an area of tens of nearly 100 acres, the rockery pond in the courtyard, the garden and trees are laid out elegantly, and there are exquisite pavilions, pavilions and water pavilions, a few peach blossoms are blown by the spring breeze, the bright and plain white peach petals send a light fragrance, take advantage of the clear night, add a little leisure and wealth to the garden.

There are a few swans in the garden, probably because they are used to seeing people who come here to play on weekdays, and they are not afraid of people, so they swim around in the lake over there at this time.

The lanterns of the bamboo tower on the water's edge swayed, emitting a glow-like red, swaying layer by layer in the waves of the water surface.

Xiaofeng Xiaoyu and some other young maids couldn't bear it, and after a while in the gazebo, they ran out to watch the programs in other parts of the garden.

In the attic on the north side, there is the top girl who is invited from the green building to play and sing, the charming voice is as soft and flowing as spring water, the pipa and the guzheng are faint and sounding, there is both sadness and warmth.

From time to time, from among the talented people by the lake, someone would bring the selected good poems and good words and give them to the girls upstairs to read them to the onlookers.

But any poem that can be recited, everyone will comment one after another, ask the author of the poem, which family is the son, if you know it before, then praise it greatly, say I knew that he was a genius, write such a good poem of course, if it is this year's newcomer, everyone will be full of envy, complaining that their children are the same age as each other, but they are not good at reading.

The scholars and literati mixed in below, there was a sudden poetry, so they hurriedly went to the lake to write a good poem there, so that everyone could taste it, hoping that their poems could also be sent upstairs and read out in public with long faces.

The whole amusement park is bustling, some places are cheerful and relaxed, some places are passionate, and there are also bold young men and women who take advantage of the night to see each other and enjoy the moon and flowers together, which is full of sweetness.

There are all kinds of people, and most of the people in the garden are laughter, cheers and applause dominate.

Time passed slowly, and as the most important component of the city association, nearly 100 people gathered by the lake were the protagonists.

They were very enthusiastic at first, you came and went, the poems continued, the paper ran out, and they ordered someone to hurry up and get it again. But as the night extended, most of the hours passed, and the atmosphere among these scholars and talents gathered by the lake finally slowly changed.

Although they are still talking and laughing, writing poems, complimenting, and commenting, and they still maintain great enthusiasm in their voices, they all vaguely feel a little depressed in their hearts.

In this poetry meeting, apart from them, the person who is known as the biggest talent in Huaning City has not yet come.

Wang Chuan looked at the sky, the moon ring has been born very high, under the blue light, the whole garden is beautiful, like a fairyland, other places are still lively, tactful and melodious singing came, those children screamed delicately, coquettish in the arms of adults.

He groaned slightly, then coughed lightly, and said with a smile: "Zhao Gongzi, didn't you say that Lin Ziyang is coming to our Moon Garden, and it should be time to come, right?" ”。

Everyone then turned their eyes to Zhao Pin, with questions in their eyes.

Zhao Pin had been secretly looking at the direction of the entrance of the garden, he was anxious, hearing Wang Chuan's inquiry, and feeling the eyes of everyone who came over to scrutinize, he hurriedly said: "Sir, Brother Lin did promise in person the day before yesterday, saying that he would definitely come to us to look at the moon, but I am afraid that he has something to do temporarily, so it will be delayed."

The Zhang family next to Li Qian advocated that Qiu Hong's expression was not worried, and said: "Today is the city meeting, he has other things, he should come over first, what he promised, how to change, isn't this a lack of faith?" ”。

Several scholars also nodded and said: "Lin Ziyang is very talented, and poetry is even more rare, but he shouldn't be so pretentious, he obviously didn't take everyone to heart."

Zhao Pin looked embarrassed and defended: "Don't worry, everyone, Brother Lin said that he was coming, but he couldn't help but come."

A member said: "But the poetry club is nearly half, according to the rules of previous years, at the end of the poetry club, all the poems that are good in the garden are taken in one place, and those respected Confucian elders discuss and evaluate the level, even if Lin Ziyang comes after a while, I am afraid that there will be no time for him to compose poems."

"That's ......," the rest nodded in agreement.

Everyone is arguing, from the outside of the garden, there was a hearty laughter, five or six scholars walked in together, the green shirt shook and admired, the jade tree was in the wind, chic, it looked like the temperament was superior, walking through the crowd, it was like a crane walking in the wild forest.

Du Xian, Liu Wenyuan, Zhao Shuliang...... How are they!? They don't watch the snow, what are they doing here!? ”。

The people here looked back and saw that the scholars who came in from outside the garden were those scholars who watched the snow and visited the garden!

Li Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, his chest was already clear, and he said lightly to Li Xing beside him: "This is here to demonstrate...... Scholars are no worse than us businessmen, if the demonstration is successful, our Mochizuki Garden, don't even think about looking up at the snow in the future."

Zhang Qiuhong, Lu Qingxi and others also changed their expressions slightly, although they are not good at poetry and don't care so much about the outcome of the game, but this garden is mainly funded by them, and it can be said that they can be regarded as the owners here.

Du Xian, Qin Xun and other scholars came over, although the spearhead was Zhao Pin and others who were also scholars, but as masters, if they lost the poem, they would definitely be embarrassed.

Zhang Qiuhong snorted coldly: "This group of scholars, this is to be anti-guest, come and slap us in the face!" ”。

Lu Qingxi sighed and said, "The world is like this, and on such occasions, we businessmen can only wait to be humiliated."

Li Qian said lightly: "Lao Zhang, Lao Lu, if Lin Ziyang comes over, can we really beat each other?" ”。

Zhang Qiuhong's expression was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Anyway, I don't have much of a good impression of that kid, he relies on a bit of talent and fame, so he puts on a score like this, his character is like this, and in terms of poetry, it shouldn't be much better."

Lu Qingxi understood a little bit, and said: "Although I don't dare to guarantee a steady win, but at least there is a big chance, he is the first in the poetry club for two years, even if the Snow Garden is biased, he is definitely powerful."

Li Qian nodded, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said, "This kind of talent, then it's worth it...... Two old friends, all of them buy horses, in my opinion, you and I have three families, one of them pays a few hundred taels of silver, and sends someone to invite Lin Ziyang to come over, I don't believe it, he will not come! ”。

Lu Qingxi nodded, but Zhang Qiuhong was still unhappy, but seeing that Du Xian, Zhao Shuliang and others who were about to come to him, they had to agree in order to save face.

At that moment, Li Qian instructed Li Xing, and Li Xing left the garden, got into the carriage, and went straight to Lin Ziyang's residence.

At this time, Du Xian and the others had already stepped in, with arrogance on their faces, and arched their hands from afar, shouting: "It is better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, I Huaning Zhusheng, I am not in one place every year, it is a pity, tonight, we will break a rule, everyone will chant poems together, and make a lively picture, dare to ask the brothers, what do you think?" ”。

In the middle of the moon, the people in the bamboo building, on the small bridge, beside the rockery, under the peach forest, and in the pavilion and water pavilion in the distance began to notice the scholars who came over.

In the shadow of the lamp, the people's expressions were full of joy, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but felt very fresh.

Tonight, there is such a lively look, for them, it is enough.