Donkeys rolling, sugar clay people, sauce cakes, rock sugar gourds, endless snacks in the garden party are dazzling, and the tourists who see them are dazzled. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info horse lanterns, Suzhou embroidery wood carving, clay sculpture carving, all kinds of hawkers have done their best, want to shout, shout, endlessly. It has formed a grand scene of Hangzhou Garden Fair. The charm is no less than that of Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.

The colorful willows along the coast dance in the wind, rendering Hangzhou at this time into a sleepless city.

The child with a sugar gourd in his hand ran past Chen Zhongqing, ran to see the shadow puppet show of Nezha in the sea, the noise of the garden party is no worse than the white paper and black ink fighting for Han Chu in the green building, if the poetry and song are the literati of the spring and white snow, then the shouting of the garden party is closer to the life of the common people in Hangzhou.

The poetry meeting will not end for a while, as long as the poem is handed over to Li Lanting, then you just need to wait quietly, and naturally someone will come to the door. Chen Zhongqing held a string of sugar gourds in his left hand, and walked slowly along the willows on the riverbank to enjoy the scenery.

Chen Zhongqing admired the geisha playing the piano on the painting boat, the singer who was as light as a swallow and danced in a neon dress, while biting a sugar gourd. Because his attention was completely focused on those women with beautiful figures, he was completely unaware of the young man in front of him who was hurrying, and as a result, one accidentally bumped into one of them.

"Oops~"

The red sugar gourd fell from his hand and rolled on the ground a few times, stained with dust. Chen Zhongqing didn't have anything to do, but the soldier who bumped into him fell to the ground, and the things in his arms also fell out.

"I'm sorry, this son, I didn't mean to."

Chen Zhongqing hurriedly helped the other party up, and the anxious scholar seemed to be in a hurry, and he didn't even bother with Chen Zhongqing. He was about to hurry forward, but he stopped him.

Chen Zhongqing picked up the invitation letter on the ground, grabbed it in his hand, raised it, and said, "Childe, your things have dropped." ”

The young man who was in a hurry turned around and saw Chen Zhongqing holding his invitation to the garden poetry party in his hand, so he hurriedly walked over and took the invitation letter handed over by Chen Zhongqing. Shuang said and thanked Chen Zhongqing, "Thank you, thank you, fortunately the son picked it up, otherwise I would be in big trouble, oh yes, in Xia Qin Danqing, I don't know what the name of the son is, I will visit and thank you when I have time another day." ”

"Under Chen Zhongqing, Qin Gongzi is preparing to participate in the garden poetry party?" Chen Zhongqing asked curiously, "Now that the garden poetry meeting has begun, Gongzi Qin has to hurry up, otherwise the title of leader will be taken away." ”

Chen Zhongqing's words amused the scholars in front of him, and he hurriedly said modestly, "Ahem, with a little ink like me, I still have self-knowledge, tonight's champion is just a competition between Xie Xuanzhen and Hong Qingqi, the two leaders of the previous session, and we and other vassal and elegant literati are just the talent to stick to Wen Quxing, oops, time is running out, Brother Chen, talk about it another day, talk about it another day." ”

Qin Danqing walked in a very hurry, almost a trot, running towards the most brilliant night pearl in the entire Hangzhou City, and his figure quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd.

An insignificant vignette.

Chen Zhongqing raised his head, just to see the bright as the day of the green building, the eaves and arches, glazed bricks and tiles, every corner, are hung with festive red lanterns, like a bright and dazzling night pearl to illuminate the dark night of Hangzhou, no wonder this colorful green building, will be named "Pearl Shihu".

Thinking that the time was almost up, Chen Zhongqing remembered that it had been a while since the poem was handed over, and he also walked in the direction of the Qinglou, while calculating what kind of interesting stories would happen later.

The Mingzhu Shihu's poetry review meeting has entered a white heat, and there are constantly Su rice paper that writes poems by the geisha's green fingers, carefully copied a copy, and pasted it on the announcement list downstairs for other literati who have not been able to block the poetry club Fang Ze to enjoy.

Just when the geisha was busy going in and out, the people who were bought off got in, stood aside to observe the words and read the color to find the right time, and took advantage of Li Lanting and Zhang Xun chatting quickly, quietly stepped forward and put the white paper in front of him. He bowed his waist and whispered, "Master Li, there is a young man outside the door who handed you this poem for your reading." He also said that you will definitely go back to him after reading it. He will be waiting at the door, waiting for you. ”

"Eun, I see, put it here, I'll see it later."

Li Lanting impatiently asked his subordinates to wave out, he continued to talk to Zhang Xun, and put the piece of paper aside. He has seen too many scholars who are clever in the camp, and these are nothing more than a boast from his mouth, so that he can be stained with the reputation of Daya Hongru, and he has always ignored this kind of person who is not good in talent and conduct.

A delicate face shuttled around the many pens and pens pondering, at this time everyone's attention was on the body of the word critic, did not notice this handsome "boy brother", if they carefully identified, they would find that this person was Li Lanting's daughter Li Ruyan, who disguised herself as a man and mixed into the pearl Shihu.

Li Lanting couldn't stand her soft grinding and hard bubbles, so she still brought Li Ruyan to this poetry meeting, but she had three chapters of the law, so she could only dress up and come in, otherwise a lady would show her face in front of a group of men, what kind of body would she become.

Li Ruyan is still very happy, because she finally met her favorite talent Su Zizhan, who had only seen this song and dance studio celebrity in the market rumors in the past, in order to compete for the rouge list of Hangzhou word reviews, there was a Qinglou master Hua Dan who was even willing to spend his daughter, just to ask for a song.

"Su Gongzi ......"

Li Ruyan finally mustered up the courage and stepped forward, trying to talk to him, even for a short while. Suddenly, the curtain danced lightly, and the wind from the Hangzhou River blew, just blowing the rice paper placed on Li Lanting's desk to her feet.

Li Ruyan stretched out his hand to pick up the rice paper on the ground, and after taking a look, he couldn't take his eyes off it. She quietly read the whole word, just ninety-four words in two tones, but after reading it, it was unstoppable. It is not to wait for the sheng song to disperse, and the grace and sadness of the old fence of the moon in the garden, but to reveal an indescribable pride.

In the south of the Yangtze River, where the graceful aria school is in power, this word is like the Qiang flute in the north, desolate and melodious.

After Li Ruyan saw the final signature, his heart sank. Hurriedly picked up the rice paper and walked quickly to his father, he even had a hunch that tonight's word card was not Xie Xuanzhen, who was amazingly talented, nor Hong Qingqi, who was unparalleled in poetry, but the humble and arrogant back she had seen in the Li Mansion that day.

"Daddy......"

Li Lanting raised his head and saw his daughter standing in front of him with a strange expression, thinking that he was being bullied by others, and hurriedly asked, "Ruyan, what's wrong?" ”

Li Ruyan handed the rice paper in his hand to Li Lanting and said in a low voice, "Dad, you should take a look at this." This word ...... Ruyan doesn't know what to say......"

Li Lanting remembered that the rice paper placed on the table was accidentally blown to the ground, and he remembered this incident. Hurriedly unfolded the blank paper, and the free-flowing "Six Orders: Tianzhong Festival" appeared in front of him.

From the first word written, the talent of the lyricist comes to life.

From beginning to end, Li Lanting grabbed the rice paper and read it several times, not letting go of a word.

Until he finally saw the signature, Li Lanting slapped the table, raised his head with emotion, and exclaimed loudly, "Good words!" Antelope hanging horns are not out of place, haha, what a good word. ”

Li Lanting said a good word, and suddenly the entire word review meeting quieted down, and some scholars looked at Li Lanting inexplicably, not knowing why Lord Li, who has always had a steady personality, suddenly made a gaffe move.

"Brother Zhang."

Li Lanting didn't care about the eyes of others, patted Zhang Xun's shoulder with a smile, and said, "I'm sorry, that little friend of yours shouldn't be able to come, but my nephew, he has already arrived." I'm afraid I'm waiting for me to go out at the gate of Mingzhu Shihu now. ”

The voice was not loud or loud, and every word fell on Zhang Xun's ears just right, which surprised him.

"This word review, I think it's out!"