The lotus plate went all the way down, and finally stopped in front of a middle-aged man with a silver face and black beard. The middle-aged man happily picked up the lotus plate, picked up the wine lord inside, and put it on his table.

The silver-faced middle-aged man hugged his fists at everyone and said, "Brothers, I am one step ahead, junior brother." Offended, offended. The younger brother is only a shallow learner, and I ask all the brothers not to laugh. ”

After speaking, the silver-faced middle-aged man drank all the aged osmanthus wine in the wine jue, and then muttered: "Huaxi Jiuqu is resentful, and the grass is simple and loves the fragrance of wine." ”

The silver-faced middle-aged man stroked his beard and thought for a while, then said loudly: "There is!" In the next is: self-congratulatory leisurely Jun Mo asked, why do you need to spread blood on the frontier. ”

The silver-bearded middle-aged man said the verses and drank wine, which is the rule of self-encouragement in the flow of water. This is true for all who are the first to answer.

Wang Chong stood by and watched, attracted by this novel form. In fact, the two poems displayed by Yan Ruyu were written by him.

Although Wang Chong did not dare to participate in the poetry meeting, he wrote two sentences of the title, which made him even happier. It was as if he was writing the questions and teaching these literati.

The silver-bearded middle-aged man took two more lines of poetry, and he passed this level. Next, a child poured wine for the wine lord in the hands of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man put the lotus plate into the stream again.

The lotus plate continues downward. After drifting a few meters away, he was entangled in a bunch of aquatic weeds. Where the lotus plate is located is a young man in a kudzu robe.

The young man learned from the middle-aged man with a silver beard and picked up the lotus plate. He hesitated for a moment, and also drank the osmanthus wine in the wine jue. The young man seemed to be overwhelmed by the strength of alcohol, and when a glass of wine was in his stomach, his face immediately turned red. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Xiaosheng is fortunate to be able to taste such a mellow wine. Xiao Sheng heard that this was specially brewed by Miss Yan Ruyu for the Qushui Liuyu Society. There is only this altar in the whole world. To be able to drink this fine wine, Xiaosheng also has to receive two lines of poetry to be worthy of Miss Yan Ruyu's kindness. ”

The young man in Ge Pao thought for a while and said: "My poem is: Fight for red jasmine into new wine, and fight for colorful rose chrysanthemum to fall into the old chapter. ”

After speaking, the young man in Ge robe said modestly: "I'm not right. Don't laugh at the seniors. ”

It seems that the young man in Ge Pao has participated in this kind of poetry meeting for the first time. He was sweating with nervousness. The young man hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face a few times, and then took the wine jue handed over by the boy and put it into the stream anew.

Next up is a young man with a greasy head and a powdery face drinking to the poem. He said without hesitation: "My poem is: Even if the south of the world and the north of the sea are in the north, how can I be lonely and cool." The great sage volleyed 100,000 miles in the air, and the poetry and immortal fighting wine shook the eight wildernesses. Whoever laughs at me doesn't measure myself, I fly like crazy. ”

The young man said six sentences in one breath, and everyone thought he was frivolous and impetuous. This man had an arrogant face, and he was not unmoved by the eyes of everyone. The boy came over to pour wine for his winelord, and he waved his hand and said, "I think this is the end of this subject." I also ask Miss Yan Ruyu to come up with the next question. ”

Under the young man's drooping hand, sat a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked like the two were about the same age. The big-eyed young man didn't fork his head and said, "How can Brother Liu be arbitrary!" I'll have to answer the sentence below! ”

The big-eyed young man reached out and snatched the wine jue in the hands of the powder-faced young man, poured himself a drink, and then said: "This osmanthus brew is a rare good wine, does Brother Liu want to drink it alone?" ”

The big-eyed young man took the first army surnamed Liu, and the young man surnamed Liu was angry. He pointed to the big-eyed young man and said, "The surname is Li." I didn't gag your mouth, what are you scraping? ”

The young man surnamed Li said-for-tat: "You judge people's words. And how to say? Could it be that only you, Brother Liu, are the most knowledgeable in this southern county town? Ask for advice and advice at the bottom! ”

The young man surnamed Li did not wait for the young man surnamed Liu to talk. He hugged his fists to the people sitting and said: "All the brothers, the younger brother also has a pair, please judge the brothers." Brother Liu's last sentence is: I don't measure who laughs at me, I fly like crazy. Brother Liu's poems are really like his character, and I admire them a lot. What I took was: Mo Dao is not as high as himself, who knows that the face is thick and the city wall. ”

The young man surnamed Li scolded the young man surnamed Liu with verses. Everyone else found it enjoyable. He looked at the young man surnamed Liu with a playful smile.

The young man surnamed Liu stood up, pointed at the young man surnamed Li and said angrily: "The surname Li, you dare to hurt people, if you don't apologize to me today, I will be with you." ”

The young man surnamed Liu was so angry that he no longer looked like a scholar. The young man surnamed Li sneered: "What can you do? ”

The people here are all literati, and of course the young man surnamed Liu can't do anything deviant. But he couldn't swallow this breath, and in a hurry, the man surnamed Liu brushed his sleeves away.

The young man surnamed Liu left, and no one on the seat dissuaded him. Even Yan Ruyu watched coldly. She also felt that the young man surnamed Liu was too arrogant and lost his identity as a literati.

After the young man surnamed Liu left, he was left with a vacancy. Yan Ruyu beckoned to Wang Chong and asked him to sit in that position instead of the young man surnamed Liu.

Wang Chong didn't want to make a fool of himself. However, if there is one less person in the Qushui Liuyu Society, it will affect the progress of the Poetry Society. In order to save the scene, Wang Chong had no choice but to sit down.

As soon as Wang Chong sat down, Yan Ruyu introduced to everyone: "This is Mr. Eternal Pursuit. He came from Qingzhou Mansion. Recently, I was a guest in my village. Although Mr. Eternity is a foreigner, his writing is extraordinary. I think you would like to learn poetry with people from other places. ”

The scholar surnamed Shi was the first to say: "Interesting, interesting! We people only know that it is a pleasure to be able to write poetry with foreign literati and scholars behind closed doors. Mr. Eternity was the first to be welcomed. ”

Wang Chong hurriedly got up and saluted, "Thank you, Mr. Shi." I only want to learn more from everyone. ”

Others also chimed in, saying that they welcomed Wang Chong's joining.

The poem will continue. Due to the disturbance of the young man surnamed Liu, Yan Ruyu decided to re-issue the question. She picked up the second piece of rice paper, on which was the proposed title.

The second question is that the person who is chosen to write the poem must use the moon as the theme. The word "moon" should not appear in the poem.

This is a common technique in poetry, called hidden poems. This kind of question is more about teaching the poetry skills of the respondents.

The lotus plate flows down the river. This time it was impartial and stopped right in front of Wang Chong. Wang Chong was very puzzled, how could it be such a coincidence? There were more than 100 people seated, but he was chosen.

Wang Chong peeked at Yan Ruyu and saw that her face was full of joy. Wang Chong understood that it was Yan Ruyu's ghost.

At this point, Wang Chong had no choice but to bite the bullet and write poetry. Everyone in the room focused their eyes on him.

Wang Chong sorted out his thoughts. Verses about the moon come back to my mind. After thinking for a while, Wang Chong shouted: "In the middle of the night, the mountain comes out, and the glory shines on the purple house." The mountains and rivers reflect frost and snow, and no grass and trees are dry. ”

After speaking, Wang Chong hugged his fists and said: "Vulgar words, just to make the princes laugh." ”