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Zhuozhou Poetry Society, the first surviving manuscript, is what Bai Minghe said, the three virtues of a gentleman. Except for the first sentence from the Spring and Autumn Period, the source of the subsequent ones has not been verified.

Then, for the time being, it will be under the name of the white crane.

The poetry meeting officially began, and the first poem was titled Spring Dawn Ice Melting, and all the talented people chose whether it was a poem or a word. The final selection was judged by the female guests in the flower shed for fairness.

In the garden, everyone is either thinking or writing.

Only the white crane sat there, just sipping wine, and there was still a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

All the poems were collected and sent to the flower shed in the garden, which was naturally selected by the talented women. The woman who can sit here is not an ordinary woman. If you are not rich, you are expensive, and you will say that there is a book from the capital, the daughter of a bachelor. Speaking down, there are also ladies of gentry and celebrities, such as the daughters of the Lu family and the Zhao family.

But not to be underestimated.

Those who can sit in the flower shed, any one of them will make the poor and talented people here rise to the top, and they can also make the famous people here go to the next level.

There were also nine seats, but there were only eight people.

There is also an empty one, which is reserved for the first talented woman in Zhuozhou, and this first talent, Zhuozhou Sun Yuanjun, who is known as a female gentleman, is sitting next to her husband at this time, and the bun on her head is already a woman's hairstyle.

In the flower shed, the top five poems were selected, but they were not published immediately, but they were given the table of Bai Minghe and handed them to Sun Yuanjun. This is obvious, Mr. Lady will comment again!

Sun Yuanjun quickly wrote a comment on a blank piece of paper and sent it back to the shed.

In the first round of poems, Shanxi raised his son Cheng Kai as the first and sat down in the pavilion.

Immediately after that, the second round began. Bai Minghe is still a blank piece of paper, and in this round, it is a child of the Lu family who gets the first.

The first two rounds are over, and the third round is the real competition, and the difficulty of the questions has increased several times, and the final ranking is determined by the pavilion and the flower shed review. Everyone in the pavilion handed in the poems, but the white crane was still a blank piece of paper.

Now, naturally, someone will speak.

"Brother Bai Nian, in Xiashun Tianfu Jiangcheng. Brother Bai Nian did not participate in the first two rounds, whether it was because Mrs. Bai was the referee, so he avoided it. But in the third round, you and I are both referees, Brother Bai Nian is still a blank piece of paper, Brother Bai Nian is looking down on me. Jiang Cheng was very polite, but it was difficult to hide the unhappiness in his heart.

The white crane can compose poems there, and he can't even memorize a few poems.

I really planned to avoid it. Don't talk about this Jiangcheng at the moment, I'm afraid there are not a few people who are dissatisfied with themselves.

After thinking about it, Bai Minghe stood up: "Brother Jiang Nian, don't think about it too much, it's just that I, Bai Minghe, have already sealed my pen." In his lifetime, he no longer wrote lyrics and poems, just because after a peerless word, there was no poetry to write. ”

"Brother Bai Nian's reason is a bit far-fetched, it's better to read your peerless words, and let me learn a thing or two later." Yang Buwu stood up with a smile on his face.

At this time, Bai Minghe noticed that Yang Buwu seemed to be making some gestures in secret, could there be a trick.

Yang Buwu coaxed this, and many talented people also chanted.

Bai Minghe remained silent, it was not that he had no way to deal with it, but that the time was not right.

Finally, a beautiful voice came from the boat in the lake: "Bai Gongzi is really very human, Baihualou is polite." Cheekily asked Bai Gongzi for a poem, not to participate in the competition, but to celebrate tonight. ”

Don't worry about Baihualou!

The white crane doesn't know who this is.

But the talents of Shuntianfu do not know that this is known as one of the three major brands in the capital.

The capital is known as the snow in the north and the lotus in the south. These three people have their own merits, only talking about appearance, Mo Chou is definitely the first, it is rumored that a few years ago, the current Emperor Taishang, the emperor at that time wanted to secretly include her in the palace wall. It's just that there was a change in the civil fort, so that's just a rumor, and it's just a rumor.

Shira-Ming Crane smiled indifferently, obviously not caring about an Oiran or something.

To everyone's surprise, Sun Yuanjun stood up at this time: "My husband has a word, are you qualified to ask for it?" ”

Woman, really angry.

However, there are a lot of people who support Sun Yuanjun, especially the daughters of wealthy families in the flower shed, which are naturally very popular.

Oiran, naturally, didn't care about this little provocation, Mo Chou walked out of the boat and bowed: "A good song, it is really like the world's swan song, I Mo Chou has been washing all the lead from now on to serve Mrs. Bai wholeheartedly, and I am also willing." ”

Bai Minghe secretly made a gesture, and it was obvious that this Mo Chou was called out to embarrass himself.

It's a pity that he has no money and is a poor ghost. Otherwise, you will be stoned to death with money, a woman.

When Sun Yuanjun retreated, he was unconvinced and said: "Husband, take her!" ”

Bai Minghe smiled bitterly, what did he do when he took her down, put it at home to attract thieves, or make trouble for himself. However, now is an excellent opportunity, and the plan prepared by Shiramei Crane in advance can be used.

Gently shaking the robe, Bai Minghe hugged his fists: "This is Zhuozhou, I don't know if there is a unique music and art in Zhuozhou, please come out two, I Guanzhong Bai Minghe is willing to teach a piece of music, for tonight's fun!" ”

What is the Oiran from the capital, a man has a living face, and a tree has a living bark. Do you really think that I have no one in Zhuozhou?

At that moment, dozens of small boats came out of the lake, and they seemed to be communicating in the process of advancing, and in the end, only three of them sailed to the front, and Bai Minghe shook his robe and got on one of the boats, and hugged his fist to everyone again: "Half an hour, at most an hour." I close the white crane in the middle of the white name and offer a gift for tonight. ”

The woman on the boat did not come out, and the boat took the white crane and sailed quickly to the middle of nowhere.

And Sun Yuanjun also left the table and went to the flower shed. The real place of aristocratic talents is her seat.

In the gazebo, Yang Buwu's face darkened. and Mo Chou, who also looked pale, glanced at each other, and the two of them were helpless. Instead, Jiang Cheng smiled heartily and said to Lu Changjie: "This white brother is an interesting person. ”

"Brother Jiang will be two days away, and what I want to say is more than just interesting. The white crane in Guanzhong is a talented person! ”

"For Brother Bai, drink this cup full!" Jiang Cheng raised the wine glass in his hand.

Raising a glass in the pavilion at the same time, even Yang Buwu couldn't be too ugly in face, but he was still very uncomfortable in his heart.

Mo Chou in the lake bit his silver teeth secretly, took out the pipa and played and sang a song immediately. Xue Wuyan and Ling He in the capital are not there, she doesn't believe that anyone can compete with her in quyi.

Sun Yuanjun was already sitting under the flower shed in the garden.

The eight women who were originally sitting here all stood up to greet each other, Sun Yuanjun was not the oldest here, but he was the most famous. Sun Yuanjun's poems, lyrics, songs, paintings, and words. can be said to be excellent, let alone lifting, even if you come to a champion, you may not dare to say that you can surpass Sun Yuanjun in five events.

At the age of thirteen, Sun Yuanjun, who became famous for the first time when he participated in the poetry meeting, has a reputation far higher than that of the white-named crane in Zhuozhou.

The real world is that if the modern Shiramei Crane does not cross, the ancient Shiramei Crane is not stoned to death. Then the ancient white-named crane came to Sun Yuanjun to make up for the lesson. But at the moment, this qiē does not exist zài, and the modern white-named crane is the real white-named crane.

"Sister Yuanjun!" A girl in a Taoist uniform held Sun Yuanjun's hand: "When is my sister going to wash off these colors on her face, that woman doesn't like to be glamorous!" ”

Sun Yuanjun let out a long sigh: "I feel that he has changed." It's not the person I remember. ”

Hearing this, all the women laughed, and rushed to say: "When you are six years old, eight years old, or thirteen or fourteen years old, can you compare with now?" But ......" said this, and the girls laughed even more happily.

Sun Yuanjun was also a little proud in his heart, after all, Bai Minghe was his husband.

"Sister thinks that my brother-in-law can win this battle?" The girl in the Taoist uniform asked again.

Sighing softly again, Sun Yuanjun said, "That's what I said, he has changed." It's getting bad, but ......" The slightly low expression on Sun Yuanjun's face disappeared, and it was replaced by a bright smile: "However, who wants that Mo Chou to serve you tea and pour water, wash your feet and make the bed, I can call the shots!" ”

The women laughed again.

complained one after another, who dares to accept such a woman, who takes back the home is not a trouble. What's more, it's still a group of delicate women who are not married, or who have not officially left the cabinet.

In the time when there were no white cranes, the poems in the garden would be reduced by a few copies.

Jiang Cheng quickly replaced Yang Buwu as the protagonist in the pavilion, and several quite good poems were shot, which even suppressed Yang Buwu.

In terms of talent, Yang Buwu is in Jiangcheng, but tonight, his heart is in turmoil.

When he used the excuse to go to the toilet, Yang Buwu came to a remote corner, recruited his entourage, and after whispering a few words, he clenched his fist hard and exhaled heavily.

The entourage was obviously a little hesitant on his face, but after seeing Yang Buwu's expression, he was ordered to retreat.

Yang Buwu thought that no one knew, but he didn't know that there were two brocade guards in this garden, Wu Bin couldn't learn it, but he learned many strange skills, such as lip language!

"Fish!" Wu Bin said happily to Du Pisces: "I found an interesting thing. ”

"Interesting, will it kill people?" Du Shuangyu was still immersed in the atmosphere of this poetry meeting, and replied casually half-jokingly. But who would have thought, Wu Bin was very serious: "It will die, it is estimated that many people will die." ”

Du Shuangyu was taken aback: "What's the matter?" ”

Yang Shangshu's son, Yang Buwu, arranged for his men to blow up the dam of the white crane. You say, will this be a dead person? ”

Hearing Wu Bin say this, Du Shuangyu nodded silently, this is really not a trivial matter.

"To help, or not to help?" Wu Bin asked again.

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