Chen Zhongqing, who became famous in the first battle of the garden poetry club, was not like others, and was invited to participate in the leisure life of literati and scholars to enjoy the flowers and the moon, drinking and playing music. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info After Lian San's excuse declined the invitation, Tsing Yi Lane slowly calmed down, and the scholars in Hangzhou City only knew that there was a scholar who saw the head and did not see the tail, and won the three tripod armor of an unprecedented garden poetry club, but they had never seen what he looked like.

As was the case with previous rumors, it opened with an earth-shattering opening, closed with a breezy finish, and then fell silent after a few months. It's just that when mentioning the first talent in Hangzhou, I will invariably think of Chen Zhongqing's name, and there is a face that looks at the railing with a vague memory.

Chen Zhongqing, who was willing to steal half a day's leisure, took advantage of the arrival of summer to transplant two white peonies and a hibiscus into the courtyard. Roll up your sleeves and transform the courtyard into a garden full of flowers. The pure white lotus flowers in the small lotus pond have all bloomed, and there are one or two yellow warblers on the branches of a luxuriant begonia tree directly above, and the warblers are just right.

One stem is lonely and green, and the two shadows share dividends.

The purple and red rouge color, smiling between the bamboo fences.

Even the old master Zhang who visited the door felt that Chen Zhongqing's four corners of the world had the legacy of the literati of the Wei and Jin dynasties.

However, with the fame, the pure charm left over from the Wei and Jin dynasties was finally broken by an endless stream of scholars who came to visit.

A horse-drawn carriage stepped across the bluestone street and turned into the deep alley.

When Chen Zhongqing saw the carriage that turned into the deep alley of Tsing Yi, he happened to come from the stone bridge opposite. It had just rained early in the morning, and the dampness on the stone street was still mixed with the stuffiness, he held an oil-paper umbrella in one arm, stretched out his hand to block the slightly dazzling light in front of him, and the spring breeze blew up the curtains, and the figure sitting in it loomed, déjà vu.

Some time ago, the literati who came to visit the door almost stepped through the threshold, and once he saw someone appearing in groups at the entrance of Tsing Yi Alley, or a luxurious carriage driving in, his knee-jerk reaction was that a certain scribe came to visit.

As it first got dark, he quickened his pace, stepped over the puddle in his boots, and picked up a splash.

The carriage stopped at the door, and from the carriage came a man in fresh clothes and angry horses, clothed in silk and satin, graceful and luxurious.

When Chen Zhongqing walked twenty steps from the door, he stopped, his expression slightly shocked.

The people who came to visit today surprised Chen Zhongqing, Qin Danqing, who had a relationship with the poetry club in the garden at that time, got down from the carriage and was standing at the door, he turned his head, and just saw Chen Zhongqing coming over, and hurriedly bowed his hand, "Brother Zhongqing, do you remember being down?" ”

Chen Zhongqing paused for a moment, and then glanced at the luxurious carriage decorated with silk brocade behind him, and the tall jujube red horses kept kicking the horses' hooves. He immediately understood the other party's intention, and hurriedly smiled with his hand, "How can you not remember, Brother Danqing came this time, what advice do you have?" ”

As soon as Qin Danqing heard the tone, he knew that there was a play, and hurriedly asked, "I wonder if I have the honor to have a meal with Brother Zhongqing?" It doesn't compare poetry, it doesn't ask for advice, and no one else comes, it's just pure eating. ”

"Since it's Brother Danqing, I naturally want to reward this face." Chen Zhongqing stepped out of the door, patted the other party's shoulder, and asked, "I don't know where to go?" ”

"Just come with me."

Chen Zhongqing followed Qin Danqing into the luxuriously decorated carriage, along the way Qin Danqing told him about the recent earthquake in Hangzhou's literary circle, since Chen Zhongqing became famous in Hangzhou, many people have asked him about this famous talent in Hangzhou, but after all, he did not get a definite answer, and those scholars who tried to invite Chen Zhongqing to dinner also came back with a nose. He also came to test the reality with the luck of his previous relationship with Chen Zhongqing. I didn't expect Chen Zhongqing to agree so refreshedly.

Chen Zhongqing deliberately made an excuse and said, "Brother Zhongqing didn't embarrass the younger brother, it's just a matter of entertainment, and it's really not a strong point." ”

Qin Danqing nodded sympathetically, since he knew that the great talent opposite was the proud protégé of Li Lanting and Zhang Xun, he no longer dared to show a good teacher. At this time, just as the carriage stopped advancing, the groom lifted the curtain, poked his head in, and said to the people in the car, "Young master, it's here." ”

Chen Zhongqing lifted the curtains, just in time to see the strong and powerful Yan muscles and willow bones on the plaque.

Autumn water is the same color.

Qin Danqing smiled and said, "This is it." ”

The hall was full of people, the second end of the shop held a plate and shuttled back and forth, Chen Zhongqing followed Qin Danqing to dodge the oncoming people serving dishes, and walked towards the Accord on the second floor.

"Autumn water is a color, this is the whole Hangzhou city of literati and scholars like to gather the restaurant, from here by the railing, can see half of the city of Hangzhou beautiful scenery, summer lotus pond scene, winter silver snake wax elephant, it is said that the owner of this building also likes to be vassal, in the top floor specially arranged a white wall, can be used to write poems inscriptions."

Chen Zhongqing was listening intently to what the other party was saying, and he didn't notice the oncoming group of people, and accidentally collided with one of them.

"Oops."

The scribe who was accompanied by three or five stopped his steps, and the man who was hit staggered back two steps, frowned, patted his sleeve, and said angrily, "Don't you have long eyes?" ”

Qin Danqing, who was walking in front, saw this scene and wanted to come over and say a few words, but he saw Chen Zhongqing arching his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it on purpose." ”

After the other party walked away, he came over and whispered, "Brother Zhongqing, there is no need to whisper to him, with your current status, none of the literati in Hangzhou dare to disrespect you." ”

Chen Zhongqing waved his hand and said indifferently, "Forget it, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, not to mention that I was at fault first, forget about this little episode, don't talk about it." ”

The two found a table by the window and sat down, ordered a pot of Xinghuacun and a few side dishes, and looked out the window, just in time to see the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal shuttling like a long dragon, flowing to the clouds at the end of the horizon. Most of the prosperity of Hangzhou is in a square inch, and the white clouds are thousands of miles in the sky, and you can see it all.

"No wonder the Danqing Brotherhood chose this restaurant, although Hangzhou is a flat river, not as towering as Mount Tai in Dongyue, and there is no heavy mountains and mountains in Xishu Baling Emei, but this piece of the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, including the spirit of Vientiane in this high-rise building."

Chen Zhongqing said with emotion, and understood why a white wall was left on the top floor for people to write poems, in exchange for whoever saw the magnificent beauty of this side, they would also be prospering.

"Haha, in fact, I also want to see if Brother Zhongqing still has amazing poems, only one or two, which is a little stingy. Those poets in Hangzhou, which is not more than ten or twenty poems a year,"

Chen Zhongqing pursed his lips and said, "Do you think that reciting poetry is the same as eating and drinking, and it is easy to come?" ”

However, the round of Yaxing did not last long before it was broken by the noisy noise behind a finely carved screen.

"What is the No. 1 talent in Hangzhou's poetry, and it is not Li Lanting and Zhang Xun who deliberately pushed it out in order to set a benchmark? I'm afraid that this person is the son of a high-ranking official and a lord who came to Hangzhou City to gild, right? ”

"If I let Wei Xianyu encounter it, he will definitely not be able to write a word! Hmph, "Red Cliff Fu" and "Waves and Sands" are obviously written by the trustee a long time ago, maybe Zhang Xun was entrusted to the big and deliberately helped him write three poems. ”

Then there was a chorus of echoes, complaining that there must be a shady scene in this garden poetry meeting, and Su Zizhan, Hong Qingqi and Xie Xuanzhen and other poets withdrew from the competition, obviously to give this person momentum. This year's garden poetry party is simply shady.

Qin Danqing glanced at it, it was the person who bumped into Chen Zhongqing before, and his eyebrows were full of irony and disdain. He stood up angrily, wanting to trouble the other party, but Chen Zhongqing, who was sitting opposite, shook his head and motioned for him to sit down first and not move.

"Little two."

Chen Zhongqing beckoned.

"Come on, guest officer."

The shopkeeper greeted him with a smiling face, and all the people present were their parents, and he didn't dare to offend anyone.

Chen Zhongqing took a piece of paper, wrote a few words on it, and then handed it to the shopkeeper, and stuffed him with broken silver by the way, which should be rewarded. said with a kind face, "Go, hand this piece of paper to the most joyful boy at the next table, and then there will be nothing to do with you." ”

"Okay."

The shopkeeper wiped his hands, hurriedly put the broken silver in his arms, respectfully picked up the rice paper, and ran to the next door.

Qin Danqing asked curiously, "What exactly are you on the paper?" ”

Chen Zhongqing raised his wine glass and said with a smile, "Secret." ”