At the end of the year, the number of tourists in Yangzhou reached its peak. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the autumn breeze on the willow bank is cool, and many talented and beautiful people stop to admire the moon. A chic carriage was parked on the shore of the lake, and the old housekeeper of the Lin Mansion was surnamed Jia, who was married to Lin Ruhai's wife who accompanied him from Beijing, and now he is the only one who can enter and exit at will in the West Chamber.

"Miss, the eldest young master is building a building."

"Downstairs? With my father's means, I can't get the post on the first floor, and I can always get it on the second floor and the third floor, presumably because the person's poems are so bad that I can't read them, and I put them in the building, even if I pass the poems, I can't pass them on to the painting boat. Is there a masterpiece on the second and third floors? ”

"There are a few good second-pass poems, which have just been sent to the center of the lake through a small boat, and the old servant has taken a few copies of them, Miss, take a look."

There were two soft coughs in the carriage, and occasionally the sound of pages turning.

"These Yongyue poems are well written."

The old housekeeper said with a smile: "The old servant doesn't know much about poetry, but I heard that the only poem of the three transmissions, I heard that it reached the second building, and it was refuted to the point that it was incomplete, if it didn't cost a little silver, I am afraid it would have been detained." ”

"Between the readers, it is inevitable that there is jealousy, when the building passed the poem, how many conceited people all drilled into the building, wanting to write the poem of the seven legends, leaving a name for the ages. It's a pity that good poems that can be passed on four times are good. Nowadays, how can any romantic genius dare to go to the building to write poems. Does that person have a poem in the building? ”

The old housekeeper smiled and said, "The messenger said that the eldest young master was drinking and eating with his subordinates there, and it has been rumored to be a joke. ”

A chuckle came from inside the car, "That's it." This Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be like this, the best works can be transmitted to the first floor, and that's all you can see, go home. ”

"Yes, miss."

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In the building, the poems that came out were probably no longer moving when they arrived at the "Lu" building, and then they were pasted in a slightly conspicuous position in the "Lu" building, and they no longer continued to run errands to pass on poems.

"Haha, Brother Wen's song Yinjiangyue, it's really wonderful, just now the news came from the little guy, they have all arrived at the 'Lu' building, if they are appreciated by those old Confucians, this achievement is estimated to continue to pass forward."

"Seeing the smile, Brother Zhu's new poem of Yongyue is also good, and being able to get Mr. Han Shiming's pertinence can be regarded as a great increase in fame."

“……”

In the southeast corner, he was full of wine and food, and touched his belly and asked, "Young master, are the poems written by these people really so good?" ”

Lin Lan drank the wine, her cheeks were slightly red, her head was a little dizzy, and she said with a smile: "It's just that you are holding each other's stinky feet, do you really believe that these people can make any good poems?" Have you eaten enough? When we're full, let's go back to the house and go to sleep. ”

"Huh? Are you gone? ”

"Or else? Do you want two more hairy crabs? ”

Shunyo hurriedly shook his hand and said with a wry smile: "No, no, young master, if you eat it again, your belly will explode." ”

Lin Lan got up and walked step by step, but he didn't drink any wine, and walked downstairs with Lin Lan.

The talented and beautiful people who are in the ascendant will circulate each other's poems back and forth, evaluate and praise, and for a time the atmosphere of the poetry meeting has reached the strongest point.

Wen Tingli had just thanked one person for his praise, and after returning the salute, he glanced at the master and servant, and said with a smile: "Everyone, I will be absent for a moment." ”

"Young master, you are shaking like this, the buns in your stomach are going to be shaken out by you."

Lin Lan said drunkenly: "Then get out of the way, young master, I can go by myself." ”

Shunyu was still holding on, for fear that Lin Lan would stumble and fall downstairs.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin stays."

"Wen Tingshu?" Lin Lan smiled and leaned closer and said, "Brother Wen...... What's the point? ”

"Brother Lin won't stay for a moment? It's only been a while, I've just been busy socializing, and I haven't seen Brother Lin's masterpiece yet, isn't it a pity to leave? ”

Lin Lan was finally stabilized by Shunyo, patted her stomach, and said with a smile: "What is a pity? Heaven and earth, rivers, lakes and seas, are all in my belly. ”

Wen Tingshu smiled and said, "Brother Lin is really temperamental. ”

Lin Lan was in a trance, waved his hand and smiled: "Say goodbye." ”

Wen Tingshu returned to a small circle of more than ten people.

"Brother Wen knows that wine bag and rice bag?"

"Hehe, Su Gongzi smiled, that is Lin Ruhai's son in the Imperial History Mansion, and he has no friendship with him."

A talented man who sat on the seat and peeked at the pipa girl on the porch laughed and said: "It's good if you don't have a relationship, such a wine bag and rice bag, it is estimated that after tonight, it will also become a joke." ”

"Alas, Lin Yushi gave birth to a daughter who is rumored to be as beautiful as a fairy, how can there be such a wasteful son, I really can't figure it out."

A smile crossed the corner of Wen Tingli's mouth, tonight's goal has been achieved, it is estimated that when Lin Lan wakes up tomorrow, this infamous reputation is estimated to spread among the literati, and when the time comes, it is estimated that Lin Lan will be reprimanded by Lin Ruhai without Father Wen coming to the door,

Lin Lan naturally didn't hear it, and the upstairs had already refuted him to nothing. Just about to step out of the threshold, Xiao Er, who had been watching for a long time, immediately stopped the master and servant.

"What's the matter?"

"This son, the meal money is a total of four taels of silver, please settle the bill before leaving."

Lin Lan said with a smile: "Before coming in, my son just paid the money, and he still paid when he went out, could it be that your three-yuan building has become a yamen?" Do you have to pay for coming in and going out? ”

"Hehe, this boy smiled. The villain's stupid mouth didn't make it clear, that's it. The drinks and dishes are free, that refers to the people who come to participate in the poetry meeting, you eat with a red face, and the little one sees that you haven't written poetry all night, so you are not considered to be a person who participates in the poetry meeting, so the money for the wine and food has to be settled. ”

When Shun Yu heard that he had to pay the money, he was immediately scared stupid, his monthly income was only twenty yuan a month, and the things he just ate added up...... He's not very clear, but at least he needs a few years of wages, which is good.

Lin Lan smiled: "In this way, bring me two more drawers of crab roe roe roasted wheat." Smooth, pen and ink waiting. ”

Lin Lan staggered downstairs on an empty table, leaning against the wall to rest.

Xiao Er glanced at the shopkeeper, and when he saw the shopkeeper nodding his head in approval, he went to the back kitchen to get a snack.

Lin Lan took a nap and was woken up by Shunyo.

"Young master, it's easy to get cold when you sleep here, and the pen and ink are ready for you."

Lin Lan woke up most of the time, picked up the pen and wrote. After writing it, I didn't forget to pick up the crab roe roe roasted wheat on the side, eat a few more bites, and said, "Shunyo, pack it and go home." ”

The master and servant looked at the shopkeeper's ugly face, and smiled and carried the roasted wheat back to the house.

"Shopkeeper, what about the poem?"

"What to do? Forward Forward! I want to see how brilliant this poem can be, and it is not us who is ashamed to eat so much silver from my Sanyuan Building. The old shopkeeper threw up his sleeves and left.

In this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, the only thing that Sanyuanlou did to lose money was Lin Lan......