The next day, Li Wenxuan got up as usual. He didn't clean up carefully, and the clothes he was wearing were still the same as yesterday's, but he just calculated the time to go out. I didn't have the habit of being late, so I arrived at the Invitation Moon Building on time. Qiu Yue, who was standing downstairs, took the initiative to greet him after seeing him from a distance, and led him upstairs with a smile.

Walking into Li Wenxuan's private room on the second floor, the people he saw were all wearing square scarves and holding folding fans, and they were all between 20 and 30 years old. Feeling empty-handed, and not wearing a scarf that indicates the identity of Xiucai, he is really out of place. However, this does not matter, after all, most of the people here are acquaintances.

The classmates who had studied together with Li Wenxuan in the county school walked up to him one by one to be polite and greeting. He is familiar with this face-to-face communication and past. His mind suddenly remembered that when he was in great trouble, he had not seen them so attentive.

"Please take a seat, my young lady will be here soon." Qiu Yue, who walked through the crowd, smiled generously in front of everyone.

Everyone present who heard this, according to the established rules, found their own positions and sat down one by one. Li Wenxuan, who didn't want to get as close to the main seat as possible, neither fought with others nor grabbed from others, and sat silently at the very end. When he came here, he already had the intention of coping with it, after all, he couldn't get rid of all the loneliness and self-appreciation.

Qiu Yue saw that they were all seated, so she ordered someone to put out the most fashionable fruits and freshly brewed tea on the table. She changed her usual chattering posture, but gave everyone a standard blessing, and walked straight out. Not long after, she walked in behind Lin Ruoxi.

Walking in with them was also a gentleman with a fair face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, about twenty years old, dressed in a gorgeous dress, wearing a square scarf, a piece of ancient jade hanging around his waist, and holding a folding fan in his right hand. Lin Ruoxi deservedly sat on the throne, after all, she was the convener of the poetry meeting this time. Akizuki, who came in with her, stood behind her at the left end. And that noble son naturally sat in the second seat.

The person with the plate face suddenly stood up, looked up and down at the noble son who was regarded as a guest by Lin Ruoxi, and wanted to find out a detailed question: "This son is really very eye-catching." What is your name? ”

With a "whoosh", the noble prince opened the folding fan in his right hand, shook the fan in his hand without hurry, stood up slowly, and introduced himself: "Under Qian Zimo, at the invitation of the lord of Lanxin Pavilion, I came here for the first time to talk about poetry and poetry with everyone. Therefore, it is normal for you to see my eyes. ”

Li Wenxuan, who was holding the tea, gently blew two or three tea leaves floating on the water, and then took a sip of tea. I vaguely remembered that Qiu Yue once told him that Lin Ruoxi was the self-proclaimed master of Lanxin Pavilion, and every poetry meeting she held became the Lanxin Club. The scholars in Guangxin Mansion are almost without exception proud and proud to be able to attend the Lanxin Conference and see Lin Ruoxi's demeanor.

"Listen to your accent, you shouldn't be a local." That person has no shortage of feelings for Lin Ruoxi in his heart. Seeing a man who has never met before will have the opportunity to be in the limelight, which makes a particularly uncomfortable feeling in his heart, so he continues to dig into Qian Zimo's identity and background, and uses this to talk about it: "May I ask who Ling Zun is?" ”

Li Wenxuan, who heard this last sentence, almost squirted out the tea he had just drunk. He was funny in his heart, thinking that he should be asking his father. In this regard, I know very well that behind this asking dad is to fight for my father.

Qian Zimo, who slowly folded the folding fan in his hand, naturally showed pride in his expression and said: "Down there is the capital people." And my father is serving as the prefect of Guangxin Mansion. As soon as these words came out, the vast majority of the readers present were in an uproar, and the gossip began. They didn't expect that the person in front of them would be the son of the prefect's family.

The person who originally wanted to suppress Qian Zimo smiled coldly and said, "It turns out that you are Qian Mingzheng, the son of Qian Zhifu." ”

Seeing that the other party was also well-dressed Qian Zimo, he was very unhappy with his attitude towards himself, but he didn't want to kick his foot on the iron plate without understanding the situation, and said lightly: "Excuse me, Gao's surname?" ”

"Under the surname Xia, the name Yu." The man put his hands behind his back, held his head high, and said with a full sense of anger: "The first assistant of the cabinet is the uncle of the family below." ”

Qian Zimo, who heard very clearly and understood, instantly lost the sharp energy he had before. I came here with Lin Ruoxi, and it was all the intentional arrangement of the two mothers. He was arrogant, he thought that there would be no characters in this poor and remote place, so the sense of superiority brought out by his mother's womb was revealed intentionally or unintentionally.

Qian Zimo, who reacted immediately, knew that the cabinet chief assistant in the other party's mouth was Xia Yan, and bowed his hand and said: "It is really a blessing to be able to meet Xia Shoufu's nephew here." ”

"You're welcome." Xia Yu, who raised his hand slightly, arched his hand as a salute, and couldn't help but be polite in his demeanor: "Ling Zun is also well-known in our Great Ming Shilin. ”

Li Wenxuan, who was sitting quietly on the side, deeply felt that this was not a poetry club, but a friendship party of the official N generation. didn't look at Lin Ruoxi, who was sitting on the main seat, and couldn't help but feel three points of disgust for her in his heart. I hate this kind of vulgar and philistine deeds under the banner of elegance.

Lin Ruoxi, whose expression had not changed since the beginning, opened her mouth when she saw that everyone was quiet. Her voice was crisp, her tone was fragrant, and she smiled politely: "Please come here, you want to meet friends." How about the concubine suggest that you each make a poem today? ”

"The proposal of the Lord of Lanxin Pavilion is excellent." Xia Yu, who was sitting in the direction of her head, slapped the fan bone in her right hand into the palm of her left hand, and echoed: "I just don't know what the topic of Lu Dao is?" ”

"Since you are all scholars with a reputation for showing off your talents, then we will use your fame as a title." Lin Ruoxi, who has red lips and white teeth, has beautiful eyes, but she has another plan in her heart.

Qian Zimo, who did not express any objection, immediately echoed: "In the future, according to Miss Lin's words, I will be ugly." She turned her head slightly and motioned to Lin Ruoxi in Qiuyue beside her, asking her to go out and ask someone to bring the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Qiu Yue personally brought a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Li Wenxuan, and did not say much, but expressed her kindness and optimism towards him with a smile. Li Wenxuan, who was not in a hurry to write, looked around and saw that everyone was racking their brains to do a good job of the poems, so as to win Lin Ruoxi's favor and Wenda to his classmates.

Li Wenxuan, who thought about it, smiled slightly, and only sat next to him drinking tea and eating fruits. Until everyone handed over their proud works to Lin Ruoxi one after another, they passed through them one by one. They don't know the outcome of the game, although they are blindly polite in their mouths, they naturally hope that their poems can dominate in their hearts.

Seeing that everyone had handed in their "homework", only Li Wenxuan, who had not handed it in, stood up suddenly, picked up the brush on the table, and wrote the poems on the rice paper laid out in front of him. waited until the ink on the paper was dry, and then Qiu Yue, who came over again, handed it to Lin Ruoxi.

Previously, Lin Ruoxi's poems and essays were all personal ambitions and the like without exception, and the words were all sonorous and fierce, and the fighting spirit was high. When she looked at Li Wenxuan's poem, her eyes really lit up. After reading it, she didn't say anything, and her expression didn't change.

At this time, it is natural that one person needs to read out everyone's poems as usual to show fairness. As for this task, it was still handed over to Qiu Yue beside Lin Ruoxi to complete as always. Although she hadn't read much, she was able to handle the situation.

Since Qiuyue finished reading a poem, there were many people who praised each other and were polite to each other, and recited the word "good" in their mouths. Then they quieted down again. Among them, there are those who shake their heads, there are those who close their eyes and admire, and those who continue to listen to the next song, and so on.

When Qiu Yue took Li Wenxuan's poem in her hand, she couldn't help but read it out with a smile: "I was originally from the back mountain, and I was occasionally a guest in the front hall." Drunken dance through the pavilion half a book, sitting in the well said that the sky is wide. Dazhi drama fame, sea bucket fortune and fortune. When it comes to shyness in the bag, he angrily points to the mistake. ”

Everyone focused their attention on Li Wenxuan at once, after all, his poem was incompatible with everyone's poems. The talents who shook their heads thought that he not only understood the mistake, but also wrote the wrong title of the word "fame". Although Li Wenxuan's poems have the word "fame", they reveal the artistic conception of a poor scholar.

"Li Xiucai, do you have a name for this poem?" Lin Ruoxi, who was not affected by the emotions around her, said with interest.

"The next poem is called 'Self-Mockery.'" Li Wenxuan, who brought the tea from the table, half meant to laugh at himself, and half to laugh at everyone present.

"You are also a scholar with a reputation for showing off your talents. Haven't you thought about climbing higher step by step? Lin Ruoxi's gaze converged on him, waiting for an answer.

Li Wenxuan, who didn't drink the tea in his hand, smiled without a hint of a smile: "I really don't really care about this career economy." Furthermore, I have already entered the Daomen, so it is only natural that I should focus on the Tao rather than the imperial examination. ”