When Lin Lan returned home, Lin Ruhai had not yet returned, and several aunts were tired from playing mahjong, so they just stopped. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lin Lan handed over a packet of roasted wheat and drank some tea to relieve the hangover, and the whole person felt a lot more comfortable.

When he looked up at the moon, he couldn't help laughing: "Old Master Dongpo, I can't imagine that your poem tonight is worth four taels of silver." ”

Wang, who was eating crab roe roe and roasted wheat, asked, "What four taels of silver?" ”

"It's nothing, Lan'er went to sleep first." Lin Lan stuck out her tongue, if she let her mother know that she was eating and drinking in Sanyuan Building, and she was not in shape, it would probably be another scolding.

Wang's eyes were sharp, and when he saw Lin Lan still carrying a package, he asked, "What is it here?" ”

The string in Lin Lan's hand shook and said, "Roasted wheat, aren't you eating it?" Isn't it enough to eat? Eat too much, be careful of being out of shape, Dad doesn't want you! ”

"Go, go, go. Rest early, it's no big or small all day, and I'm spoiling you! ”

Several aunts have no heirs, and they get along well with the Wang family.

Now that Lin Ruhai has an heir, their pressure is naturally less, and they don't need to cry and scold their belly all day long.

Whether they are angry or Lao Lin's gun is not angry, everyone has it in their hearts, but Lin Ruhai is the head of the family, and this face is ......

It's a man, how can you say no?

......

......

The west chamber is still quiet, and even the lanterns are not hung.

Lin Lan tiptoed over, and before he could speak, he was caught by Qinglian in the stone pavilion.

"What are you doing?"

"Miss Qinglian hasn't slept yet. It's not that Sanyuanlou just came back, and brought some crab roe roe roasted wheat for you to taste. Lin Lan muttered cat ears in a low voice.

Qinglian held the manuscript of the poem in her hand, looking at Lin Lan's hippie smiling face, but she lost a trace of disgust, sat down and said sourly: "It must have been given to Miss by that person, and you used it to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, right?" ”

Lin Lan listened to Qinglian's prickly tone, opened the oil paper, and said, "Eat." Your lady doesn't take you out, and you have to spend this Mid-Autumn Festival. There are also a few mooncakes bought in the middle of the road for you to try. ”

Qinglian glanced at the roasted wheat, it seemed that there was still residual heat, so she asked, "Nothing to do, say, what is the intention?" ”

"Qinglian official, you can torture the small ones. These are honors to you, and if you don't enjoy them, the little ones will die. ”

"Hee-hee, flamboyant." Qinglian put down the manuscript of the poem, picked up the roasted wheat and took a bite, and asked, "Since that person cares about Miss so much, why didn't he come to the West Chamber once?" ”

Lin Lan watched Qinglian eating, holding the minibus, feeling the cool breeze in the pavilion, and said, "The young master is also afraid, if the young lady doesn't recognize him, where will this face go?" ”

"Does he still want face? Tonight, Sanyuanlou, whether you are eating and drinking with the two of you, has become a laughing stock in everyone's mouths. Tomorrow the old man will come back and see how the man copes. ”

Lin Lan laughed and said, "The eldest young master also wrote poems." ”

"Written too?"

"Yes, if it weren't for that poem, we would have to pay four taels of silver for the Sanyuan Building."

Qinglian sneered and said, "Xiao Er, who wants to come to this door, is also blind, you think, what kind of poem did that person write?" It's worth four taels of silver! ”

Lin Lan could hear the ridicule in Qinglian's mouth, so she smiled and said, "I'm afraid it won't work if I want to read it, but I can sing it to you!" ”

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Halfway through the hour, the fun of enjoying the moon and parading the streets has also disappeared. There are also a lot fewer people coming and going on the streets.

The old Confucian who was in charge of copying poems in Tianxiang Pavilion yawned again and again, gossiping with the little student on the side. "Those lame poems in the building must be over, Maocai, the old man is going back to rest, you can do it yourself."

"Qin Gong walks slowly."

"Stay, stay. Qin Gong, there is another song here. The poet who ran over gasped and said.

The old Confucian yawned, took the paper and said slowly: "What good poems can there be, if they are good, they will be ...... long ago" He swept two sentences roughly, and the words on his lips stopped abruptly.

"Gong Qin, you are ......"

The old Confucian walked to the table tremblingly, and because his eyes never took off the manuscript, he hit the corner of the table. He sat down and read.

Compared with the slightly ethereal font on the manuscript, the old Confucian wrote more squarely.

He quickly finished copying, dried it slightly with his mouth, and after folding it in half, he was afraid that the ink would not dry, so he spread it out and looked at it, stuffed it into the envelope, and said solemnly: "Pass!" ”

Xiao Sheng on the side was a little surprised, looked at Qin Gong with a solemn face, and asked, "Qin Gong, what poem makes you so solemn?" ”

The old Confucian handed over the manuscript of the poem in his hand, and was a little stunned for a long time before he said: "I don't know if this word can break Wang Chonghuan's six biographies?" ”

Li Mao took a closer look and was attracted to the words.

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The middle-aged man of the "Lu" building took the manuscript of the poem, thinking that after the "wanton" building, there would be no masterpiece, and when he saw the words from the small house, he was suddenly shocked, and exclaimed: "After this night, there is no word of the moon!" Transmit! ”

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Wu Lou

"Biography!"

Four

"If you don't pass on this word, you won't be able to do it tonight! Transmit! ”

"Biography!"

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This water tune song was transmitted to the second building, and the speed slowed down.

The second building brings together the great talents of various academies and families in Yangzhou, and similarly, some of the great writers and famous Confucians who have not been able to squeeze into the "first" floor are waiting for the birth of Shikui here.

The person who copied the poem after receiving the words of the six transmissions was shocked, and thought that he could call it a day and wait, but he didn't expect such a surprise to come in the end.

Four-foot white Xuan spread out, the middle-aged man wrote a large pen of ink and calligraphy, and the words were copied with a cup of tea, and the central high platform was a large screen specially placed in the second floor, which was used to hang poems, so that everyone could appreciate them, so as not to let some scum flow into the painting boat, and laugh generously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the work of the Six Legends!"

"What? A work of six passes? Could it be that he was killed all the way from the tower? ”

Hearing this earth-shattering news, everyone turned their eyes to it.

"A word?"

"When is the bright moon? The beginning is mediocre, how can you come from the talent of six passes? A talented and conceited Yangzhou genius sneered and shook his head.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight......"

"I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold ......" The word read here, there is no sound of rustling in the second building, everyone holds their breath and concentrates, for fear of reading a word wrongly.

The upper part is like this, and the lower part is ......

A great Confucian in Yangzhou City, should have been on the painting boat as a matter of course, because of seasickness, so he condescended to the second floor, saw this water tune song head, and was shocked: "Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, I didn't expect that among my rookies in Yangzhou, there can be such a high talent." ”

"This word should be passed on seven times!"

"Ning Gong, do you want to discuss it a little more?" A young genius asked with some hesitation. After all, his Zhuyue poem is likely to win the poem, if this word really spreads to the first floor, it is estimated that it will ...... Going to be out of play?

The old man who was called Ning Gong hurriedly walked to the poet, picked up the manuscript, and said with a long smile: "Water tune song head, okay, the old man will personally pass it on to the first floor for you!" ”

As the hour passed, the boat slowly approached the shore from the middle of the lake. More than a dozen judges of the poetry meeting sat together.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think the poems of this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference should be produced among these poems."

Su Qing, a famous Confucian in Yangzhou on the side, said with a smile: "I think this Mid-Autumn Festival is a good choice, what do you think?" ”

"Su Gong is right, but this Zhuyue poem highlights a strange word, I think it can also be contested, what do you think?"

A dozen or so famous Confucian writers obviously focused on the two poems in the middle.

"In that case, then the old suggestion is still the old rule, let it be voted on by a show of hands."

"Rest easy! Wait a minute. ”

On the boat, some of the bureaucrats who had been chatting for a long time had yawned and were awakened by a loud noise on the board. They all cast their eyes on it.

"Ning Gong? Why did you get up? ”

The old man, who was supported by his subordinates, held the poem manuscript in his hand and said breathlessly: "Seven...... Seven Legends! ”

"What? Seven passes? ”

Everyone turned their eyes to it, and because they didn't have time to copy it, Ning Gong still had a specific manuscript letter in his hand.

"Ning Gong can't be mistaken, right? These seven works of biography...... How is that possible? ”

"Can't be wrong!" Ning Gong shook the manuscript of the poem and said, "I will read it to you." ”

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? …… Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Ning everyone read the ancient tune very well in the water, and as soon as the voice fell, the audience was quiet, as if they were immersed in the lyrics.

A famous Confucian smiled and sighed: "It is indeed worthy of the work of the Seven Legends." Ladies and gentlemen, the undisputed poet, right? ”

"Is this still worth arguing? are all excited to let Ning Gong personally be a poet messenger, can there be doubts? ”

"Haha, let's reveal your name quickly." Generally speaking, for the sake of fairness, the name is not visible on the manuscript of the poem, and it is only on the envelope that the name is pasted with paper.

Ning Gong tore the note open, and his face suddenly became strange.

"What's the matter, Ning Gong? Could it be someone you all know? ”

Ning shook his head, put the envelope down, and said in a daze, "It's called Shunyu?" ”

"Shunyo?" Everyone thinks the name is so casual.

"Shunyo? Who's this? Why haven't you heard of it? ”

It was like exploding a pot in the painting boat, Lin Ruhai almost choked on a mouthful of tea when he heard the word Shunyo, this Shunyo is not Lan'er's scholar.

"Lin Yushi, what's the matter? Do you know? ”

Lin Ruhai held the tea lid and waved his hand repeatedly, coughing: "I don't know, I don't know." "If you say that Shunyo is a scholar in his Lin Mansion, it is estimated that he will be laughed to death by these Confucians, with such talents, he is not on the gold list, what kind of scholar should he be.

The people on the painting boat set the poem, although when the time came, they still unwillingly converged towards the Sanyuan Building, wanting to see where this is called Shunyu.

Lin Ruhai yawned and got into the carriage that had been waiting for a long time.

"Master, let's go to Sanyuan Building too?"

"Where's Lan'er?"

The coachman replied: "The housekeeper sent a letter from the housekeeper, and the son returned to the house early." ”

"Huh." Lin Ruhai yawned heavily, "Then let's go home." I have to go to the Yamen tomorrow. ”

"Yes, sir."

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"Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze." Shunyo, who had just fallen asleep, sneezed three times in a row, rubbed his nose, and muttered, "I must be missing me again......"

Shikui, Seven Legends, Shunyu, people all over the city are frantically looking for the person who wrote the water tune song, but Lin Lan, the initiator of the prank, has already been drunk and asleep.

Only the west chamber is still lit with a light lamp. The woman copied the words in small letters, her eyes were erratic, and she only heard someone sing it once, where did she know the words, she could only get a rough idea.

"Tomorrow I must ask that person to write it all down!"