Three days, whether long or short, will soon pass with the wind.

When the sun rises again into the sky in the faint morning glow.

Lin Pingzhi, who was riding a white horse, was wearing a gray scholar's uniform, and walked on the light and shadow of the morning light through the clouds to come to the gate of Fuzhou City.

He and three classmates, Wang Dongping, He Zengguang, and Xue Delin, met at the city gate.

Since they were all from extraordinary wealthy merchant families, the three friends also rode their own horses, and a group of four people led the horses and walked unhurriedly along the official road to Guangfu Zhuangzi outside the city.

As mentioned earlier, Guangfu Poetry Club has a great influence on the surrounding area.

Therefore, along the way, Lin Pingzhi and the four of them could always see large and small carriages, driving along the same road as them.

Occasionally, the curtains of those carriages were gently opened by the beauties inside, leaking a pair of quiet and beautiful eyes, with a trace of rouge and sachets in the carriage, carefully looking at the scene outside the carriage.

At this time, the three friends next to Lin Pingzhi looked at each other, pretending to be a decent gentleman, although the eyes of everyone in the carriage were above the ninth floor on the handsome and extraordinary Lin Pingzhi, but there were always some shows who noticed these people, making them quite complacent.

Lin Pingzhi and the others rode horses, walked forward for half an hour, and finally came to the gate of Guangfu Zhuangzi.

At this time, the entrance was already full of carriages, and it seemed that many people had arrived at the scene of the poetry meeting in advance.

And Lin Pingzhi's four people, after Zhuang Ding, who was waiting outside the Zhuangzi Gate, led their horses away, they tidied up their clothes, held a folding fan, and walked towards the Zhuangzi in a chic manner.

This is the first time that Lin Pingzhi has participated in a typical cultural poetry meeting in the ancient East as a participant, and he is still very curious about the layout and form inside.

His ontology, Hong Tiangui, has always had a high status after 700 years, and although he often participated in various large-scale cultural events held by the Taiping Society at that time, he was often the official judge of the finale.

After all, no one dares to really let us, the "great savior of the people of the world", go to the stage to chant poetry against us.

Hong Tiangui pretended to be a belly full of the poems of the Heavenly Dynasty Taizu, but he often didn't even have the opportunity to play it.

Don't talk far.

As Lin Pingzhi and others entered Zhuangzi, their own Zhuang Ding led the way to the scene of the poetry meeting.

Except for the female guests who went on the other road, most of the young scholars and dignitaries walked inside the Zhuangzi, on the right path paved with gravel.

In the real ancient society, there was a strict hierarchy.

The dignitaries and nobles walked in the middle, and the young scholars and scholars walked on both sides, each with its own order.

Moreover, in this era of respecting the imperial examination, almost no idiots can participate in this poetry meeting.

Even those descendants who were brought to this kind of public occasion by high-ranking officials and nobles are all excellent family descendants who want to compare and show off with friends of the same class, and there is no such second generation of idiots who can't do anything except be arrogant and make enemies indiscriminately.

Everyone goes to the poetry club in a proper manner, even if they really have resentment against each other on weekdays, they are now hidden in their hearts.

Lin Pingzhi, naturally, did not encounter those in the depths of his memory, which could make him pretend to be forced to slap his face and appear in front of people, but it made him regretful.

With the approach of the main field of the poetry meeting, mountains and stone waterways, corridor pavilions began to appear around the gravel path, and then walked inside, as if entering a beautifully laid out, ancient and leisurely garden, so that Lin Pingzhi and other people who participated in the Guangfu Poetry Club for the first time suddenly brightened up.

The main venue of the Guangfu Poetry Club was held in this Zhuangzi, in an elegant and beautiful garden.

After all, it is a large-scale cultural event that has been held for many years and has become a routine, and at this time, in the venue in the garden, a table of banquets has already been set up, and the Zhuang Ding who leads the way is also skillful in introducing them into the seats that match their respective identities according to the identity of the visitors.

Broadly speaking, the students of Guangfu Academy sat on one side with the young children of the magnates, and sat in the same direction as the young lady separated by a bamboo curtain.

This arrangement is obviously intentional, after all, the ancient poetry society generally also served as part of the function of "blind date" in modern society.

Middle-aged wealthy businessmen and low-level officials, sitting on the other side, most of them are the backbone group with relatively stable positions in today's society, and most of them come to this grand event to socialize with each other.

It is worth mentioning that among the three friends who followed Lin Pingzhi to participate in the poetry meeting, two elders in the family were also among them.

And sitting in the middle, on the two-palm-high and wide wooden platform, are a well-known and high-ranking old and high-ranking bureaucrats in Guangfu and its surrounding areas.

The prefect of Fuzhou City, Guangfu Academy and several well-known academy chiefs around it, as well as a number of old officials and old jinshi are among them, which is the highest status and well-deserved core of this poetry meeting.

Whether the poems are good or not, whether they are talented or not, their judgment is the final tasting result.

At this time, in the scene of the poetry meeting, the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra has sounded, and the sages who have arrived have talked to each other, and it was not until noon that this cultural event really began.

Lin Changde, the prefect of Fuzhou, stood up first, and after saying something like "you are the pillars of the country", he announced the official launch of the poetry meeting.

On the banquet table, delicacies and wine began to be arranged, and a group of opera troupes went to the center of the venue and began to sing opera in a low voice to the music.

There were also some local celebrities who performed on stage, but they also sang some soft and soothing songs.

After all, poetry will be poetry, and the poetry of literati is the protagonist, and these performers also know it, so they will naturally not be grandstanding.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the banquet gradually centered on the side where the young scholar was.

From time to time, some young talented scholars who have become famous take out their masterpieces that have been prepared for many days, and let their friends get up to sing and comment on them.

The poems that are of good enough quality to arouse the praise of many people will be recorded by special attendants on the side and sent to the core platform for evaluation by the officials and elders there.

"The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind. ”

Lin Changde, the prefect of Fuzhou, was the same year as Gu Dazhang, the head of Guangfu Academy, and was also a sympathizer and private supporter of the Donglin Party, and he now held a volume of poems that had just been copied in his hand, and said to Gu Dazhang, who was sitting next to him.

"O Birchin! The high ding of your Guangfu Academy is known as the double masterpiece of poetry and painting, and this skill is really not weak, and it can be called talented! ”

"However, how did I hear that he worshipped Li Changlin of Lushan Academy as his teacher?"

Bo Qin is Gu Dazhang's character, and those who can call each other in this era are really good friends.

Hearing the prefect's words, Gu Dazhang smiled bitterly, but he didn't hide the reason, and said directly.

"Brother Changde also knows my background in Donglin."

"Gao Ding was born poor, if he is allowed to worship me as a teacher and affect his future, isn't that harming people?"

However, he didn't want to involve his friend Lin Changde in the fierce confrontation between Donglin and the eunuchs, and after explaining the reason, he immediately changed the topic.

"However, I have really taken a fancy to a young man recently."

"Born in a martial arts family, even if I can't enter the officialdom in the future, it won't affect my own wealth, but I can also pass on my knowledge."

His words really aroused the curiosity of the prefect Lin Changde.

The prefect Lin Changde knew his friend's thoughts, and under the public, he didn't know if he had the eyes and ears of the local mine supervisor and eunuch, so he followed Gu Dazhang's words and asked.

"Oh? Martial arts family? ”

"There are only three or five martial arts families around Fuzhou, and there are young men of appropriate age······ What are you talking about, is it the one from the Lin family of the Fuwei Dart Bureau? ”

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