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The hustle and bustle of the Dragon Boat Festival gradually dissipated in laughter and laughter, the lights gradually faded away, and the literati and artists returned with pleasure. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The noise continued until the middle of the night, and when the bright lights on the boat gradually went out, the geisha stood up, straightened the folds on her skirt, and slowly went downstairs with her lute in her arms.

The city of Hangzhou fell back into a short cold atmosphere, and the literati and scholars who were watching at the gate of the Pearl Shihu had dispersed. The champion, Tanhua and Bangyan are the same person who brought them shock, far better than any word review.

The poetry meeting was so unexpected that the name of that person was always mentioned in the mouth of the scholars when they walked together.

Chen Zhongqing, like a spell of broken thoughts, took root and spread in the mouth of the freshly clothed and angry prince of the king's grandson and nobleson, and in the heart of the geisha with bright eyes and bright teeth in the song and dance workshop, and soon became a wave that swept the entire city of Hangzhou. Even if some people can't get used to his identity as a scholar who is not from Hangzhou, they are helpless. Because the three poems are so wonderful, I can't find any other words to describe the essence of them except for a thigh and a good sentence.

Like a thunderclap, it exploded in the chest.

The literary world was shocked.

When he returned to Tsing Yi Lane, it was the second half of the night, Chen Zhongqing tiptoed the door in, Lao Jia was not at home, only the sound of summer insects echoing in the small courtyard. The dew of the courtyard soaked the sleeves of the clothes, and the winding path led to the deep wings, babbling, startling the black finches perched on the branches, flapping their wings in the moonlight, and flying around the begonia trees.

Then calm returned.

In the early morning of the next day, in the teahouse at the entrance of Tsing Yi Lane, there was the crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the board, and the figures of an old man and a young man appeared particularly clear in the faint morning light. Chen Zhongqing did not hurry or slow to drop on the chessboard, and the opponent's fight made Bai Zi have no way to retreat.

The other party seems to have seen through his own path, no matter how he lays it out, he wants to turn over and bite the other party's back road, but he is unsuccessful. Zhang Xun is nearly half a hundred years old and has read countless chess, Chen Zhongqing's heart is calm and steady, but it is the first time he has seen it.

With each step, his brow furrowed even more.

Until finally, there is no way out.

Before you know it, it has come to an end.

Finally, Zhang Xun put the white chess pieces back into the sandalwood box, picked up the white porcelain teacup on his left hand side that was as warm as jade, smacked the West Lake Longjing, shook his head and said, "The chess style is old, the virtual and the real are combined, and the odd is born together, and it is not like other young descendants, who are in a hurry to kill and awe-inspiring, and they can't wait to swallow every chess piece." On the contrary, he can take advantage of the trend, lay out the overall situation, and watch chess for decades, but there are very few descendants like Zhong Qing. ”

Chen Zhongqing replied to the sunspot on the chessboard, and said, "Master Zhang is afraid that he is too famous." If you look at people's hearts in chess, do you think it's accurate? ”

Muramasa's demon knife and large and small avalanche-style methods, but he just happened to have nothing to do to bully the ancients, chess, guqin and calligraphy, all of which are his secret hobbies.

Zhang Xun raised his head, glanced at Chen Zhongqing, remembered the sharp and far-sighted overall situation, compared with the talented but low-key and peaceful scholar in front of him, took away the last chess piece on the chessboard, shook his head and smiled, "I'm afraid it's not very accurate." ”

Zhang Xun seemed to remember something when he put away the chess pieces, and asked casually, "By the way, Zhongqing Xiaoyou, in the next rouge list, which beauty do you like?" ”

"Huh?"

Chen Zhongqing tilted his head and asked, "Rouge list?" ”

"Haha." Zhang Xun winked at him, and said with a wicked smile, "Looking at you like this, I'm afraid that Zhongqing Xiaoyou still doesn't know, right?" After the garden poetry meeting is the wonderful review of the annual rouge list, the Qinglou geisha is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, the women who can be on the rouge list, not only outstanding in appearance, but also proficient in talent singing and dancing. If anyone can sit firmly on the crown of the rouge list for three consecutive years, it will be a laugh. ”

The chess on the table was almost collected, and the shopkeeper removed the teapot that had been cold before and replaced it with a new pot of hot tea, steaming and smoking.

Chen Zhongqing nodded thoughtfully, and then said, "I'm afraid I don't know much, fortunately I'm not famous, otherwise I'm afraid that this Tsing Yi Alley will be broken by a woman." ”

"Zhongqing Xiaoyou, don't pay too much attention to it, I heard that Cao Peixian, the third national player in Hangzhou, lost to an unknown female pianist a month ago, and he was actually angry and didn't touch the piano for a year. This rouge list is bound to be more intense than any previous one. One is Xiaoyanhou, who has the best taste in his throat, and the other is Chen Ruyu of Li Tang Bazhao with pear blossoms and rain, and then the eight immortals cross the sea to show their magical powers, and they are all familiar with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the Qin family, the Li family, and the famous families in Hangzhou will all be involved in this rouge list competition. ”

Chen Zhongqing's figure paused, and said with a dumb smile, "The Emotional Garden Poetry Club is not the most lively competition in Hangzhou." ”

Zhang Xun shook his head and explained, "The garden poetry meeting is just a talent contest assessment before the lyricist, but behind the rouge list is a series of intricate family wrestling. Of the various charming and proud women on the rouge list, which one is not smashed with real money? This can be regarded as a customary after-dinner pastime for dignitaries. However, the rouge list is not exclusive to the rich, and it is not impossible if a really talented woman can climb to the top ten list. ”

Chen Zhongqing realized something, stood up, and said, "Old Zhang, there is still something to do, let's stop this situation today." ”

He had to go to Song Wanwan, and Lao Jia's figure appeared in front of the wing room early in the morning, he cleaned up the tail of his hand last night, and erased all the clues, as if nothing had happened.

But there is one sentence that Chen Zhongqing remembers very clearly.

Pifu is not guilty, but Huaibi is guilty.

Zhang Xun waved his hand and said, "Haha, it's okay, it's okay, you go first." ”

Chen Zhongqing's figure disappeared into the morning light of the bluestone street, and the coldness of the morning had not yet dissipated, leaving only the tea in the cup cool after the people left. Footsteps sounded again outside the teahouse, and someone lifted the curtain and walked in.

It's business as usual.

A figure stopped in front of him, just blocking the light projected by the window lattice.

"May I sit here?"

A familiar voice came from his left ear, and Zhang Xun raised his head, but saw a face that he would never forget. An old friend dressed as a fortune teller stood in front of him, patting the dust off his robe, a smile on his lips. If Chen Zhongqing was present, he would definitely be surprised that the old gentleman who told fortunes on the shore of the West Lake would actually know Zhang Xun.

Zhang Xun's tone was surprised, and he subconsciously stood up, his movements were too intense, and as a result, a few white pieces in the chess box fell to the ground.

"It's you."

He crouched down and picked up the pieces scattered on the board, put them back into the chessboard, and then placed a white piece on the table where the chessboard Tian Yuan was.

The chess is as warm as jade, the chessboard is sandalwood, and the sound of falling is crisp.

Then he turned around, arched his hand, and said with a calm expression, "Yes, Brother Zhang, don't come to harm?" I heard that you recently dug up a good seedling, and you were a blockbuster at last night's garden poetry party? ”