On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival.

The long street of the imperial capital is crowded with people, and lanterns are hung all over the streets. Lanterns are lit at the entrances of the shops on both sides, and the light is like day.

It is said that it is a lantern festival, but in fact, it is a gathering of literati and writers to fight for poetry and words, and it is particularly intense.

The streets are bustling, and the literati are in groups of threes and threes, or holding fans to meditate, or holding hands and chanting, and occasionally quatrains are stunning and attract a burst of applause.

Su Liruo and his entourage came to the most lively lantern meeting place in the imperial capital, the flying carved jade carved Muchun Building at the end of the street. The annual lantern festival of Muchun Tower attracts many literati and visitors to compete here, among which there are not famous singers.

Muchun floor shape like a bunker, there are three floors, in the form of a circle, the middle is empty, set up as a hall hall. The huge balcony is hung with lanterns of various and straight, playful and cute animal figures. The lights are colorful and shimmer with soft warm colors. At this time, the status is high, the status is heavy, and the elegant people who are quite famous have gathered in the hall on the first floor.

Each of them has three or four, or five or six around a table, on which there are a few delicate snacks, they drink tea and watch the lamp, sing poems and lyrics, and a small servant stands next to each table to add tea.

If Su Li saw Dechun, Feng Xuanyu showed the token before entering the building. They chose a table to sit next to the window, slightly to the side, however, it did not affect the lively scene of watching the pride of the literati, meeting friends with literature, and singing poems and enjoying the lanterns.

Feng Xuanyu left the dynasty as a young man, and he was not familiar with the Lantern Festival to win the championship, and it was the first time to come to the scene. If Dechun hadn't invited Su Liruo to come, he would never have appeared here.

Feng Xuanyu held a cup of tea, his expression was indifferent, and he looked coldly at the many elegant and Confucian people in the hall.

Dechun sighed secretly in his heart. I think of the cardamom years when I came to Muchun Building every year, collected strange poems and wonderful words for appreciation, and has not appeared in Muchun Building for more than 20 years.

Jiahui and Feng Xuansheng were very interested in the delicate and delicious snacks, and the two of them concentrated on tasting them, and whispered to each other.

And Su Liruo was full of interest and listened to their wonderful words.

At this time, a pair of men and women came in at the door of the hall, the man was warm and lush, and the woman was delicate and feminine.

When they walked into the middle of the hall, Jiahui had sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of them, and shouted, "Third brother! ”

Everyone looked up: Isn't it Feng Xuanjing? There is also an elegant and delicate Qingyi by his side.

Feng Xuanjing smiled indifferently, walked over, said hello, and the two sat down one after another, forming a table.

Feng Xuanyu saw Qingyi sitting next to Feng Xuanjing, his expression was calm and calm, without the slightest shyness, everything seemed to be taken for granted.

Feng Xuanjing talked to Dechun while placing a plate of snacks for Qingyi, placing it in front of her, and motioning her to taste it.

Feng Xuanyu's eyes were a little colder, and he stared quietly. With Feng Xuanjing's pure heart and few desires for so many years, how could he ever be so careful about people? What's more, it's just a chance encounter. It seems that the woman brought back by Feng Xuanjing is not simple!

Qingyi took a small snack and focused on tasting it, and then a subtle smile passed over the corner of her mouth. As if inadvertently raising her head, her indifferent gaze touched Feng Xuanyu, and her deep smile gradually spread, revealing a soft smile and bowing her head towards him.

Feng Xuanyu was expressionless, and coldly looked away and looked towards the noisy hall.

At this time, a handsome young man Xiao Ya stood in the center, and after some deep thought, he slowly chanted:

Early green high willow pavilion water pavilion,

Showers of pearls.

What is the geometry of life?

Mandarin ducks frightened outside the blue boat.

This poem describes the summer scene, and also shows the free and easy mood of the literati.

It turns out that the lantern fighting poem is automatically rotated by the strange lantern hanging in the middle of the hall, and when it stays in the middle of the table, it will slowly fall down to the middle of the table, and stand for a moment to shine brightly, then the person at this table should send a person to stand on the carved railing in the center of the hall and improvise a poem corresponding to the theme of the lantern.

As soon as the man's words fell, Su Liruo couldn't help but secretly say yes! There was a joy of appreciation on his face.

Jiahui smiled and said, "Sister Ruo, how about you play a game with the eldest sister at the Lantern Festival tonight?" ”

Su Liruo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "The hall is full of literati and ink writers, talented and beautiful women, if I publish poems, I am afraid that I will laugh and be generous!" Besides, the eldest princess is known as a talented woman, how dare I get an axe? ”

Jiahui moved Na, leaned close to her ear, and whispered: "The eldest sister never goes out of the palace to set foot in noisy places, and it must be meaningful to invite Sister Ruo to come to the Lantern Festival tonight!" If my sister just cares about the happy situation, there is no need to worry about it, isn't there still a seventh brother? ”

Su Liruo glanced at Feng Xuanyu beside her when she heard this, and it happened that Feng Xuanyu withdrew her gaze and looked at her, looking at each other, and she gave him a slight smile.

Feng Xuanyu's eyes warmed up, quietly held her hand, and said softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Su Liruo pursed her lips and smiled: "I'm thinking, when the lantern is transferred to the table, can the prince make a poem for Ruo'er?" ”

"I don't like it!" Feng Xuanyu raised his eyebrows, pondered for a long time, and said, "But since Ruo'er is willing, then... Give it a try! ”

Su Liruo smiled and said softly: "It's hard to be the prince." ”

Feng Xuanyu gently scratched the tip of her nose with disgust: "Ruo'er deliberately played tricks on this king?" ”

Su Liruo chuckled and lowered her head shyly, and said softly: "Ruo'er wants to hear the prince's poetry and talent..."

Hearing this, Feng Xuanyu's face was instantly full of tenderness, "Okay! The tone was doting.

Jiahui and Feng Xuansheng are discussing the lantern of the poetry order, and a few more turns, may it be transferred to their table?

Feng Xuanjing talked to Dechun about some quatrains of the Lantern Festival in previous years, and he didn't pay attention to their sweet whispers at all.

But there is one person who always pays attention to the actions of the two, that is Qingyi, she pretends to drink tea with a cup, but her eyes are carefully observing the movements of the two, although she can't hear the whispers they say clearly, but Feng Xuanyu is soft and spoiled, and Su Liruo's shy appearance falls under her eyes. For no reason, a wave of disappointment caught her off guard from stabbing her heart.

There was a burst of applause, and a delicate and elegant man went to the carved railing and slowly chanted:

Full of fireworks and empty melancholy,

A leaf of the east fence appreciates the chrysanthemum.

Whoever plants amorous dark incense,

Leaning on the railing, the thin shadow is merry.

This poem expresses the meaning of longing and expresses feelings through scenery.

After everyone's careful consideration, there were many discussions, and there were mixed reviews.

A moment later, the lantern of the poetry order spun again, and as everyone waited eagerly, it landed steadily on Su Liruo's table.

Jiahui immediately winked mischievously at Su Liruo.

Su Liruo smiled back with a hazy smile, turned his face thoughtfully, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Feng Xuanyu.

Feng Xuanyu squeezed her little hand and stared at her with a warm expression.

Just as the two of them were staring affectionately, Feng Xuanjing had already stood up freely and gradually climbed onto the carved railing.

Feng Xuanyu was slightly stunned, and shrugged helplessly, it seems that the third brother who is light and light has already held back his stomach full of poetry!

Su Liruo pouted at him, and had to follow him to look at Feng Xuanjing, who was already standing in the carved fence in the middle of the hall. I just listened to him like the breeze, crisp and hearty:

The morning song is called red dust,

Young Asahi Aoyama is good.

The male ploughman and the female weaver flute are busy,

There are three or two bamboo huts.

This poem depicts the leisurely and comfortable life of the farmhouse, which is infinitely desirable.

The crowd applauded!

Feng Xuanjing returned to the table and couldn't help but glance at Qingyi, but she lowered her eyes and tasted tea.

Jiahui said happily: "The poetry of the third brother has always been leisurely and pleasant. ”

Dechun Wan'er said with a smile: "The third brother didn't go all out in this poetry, I don't know why he left a hand?" ”

"Idyllic songs were what I longed for, but I didn't know how to steal the limelight!" Feng Xuanjing smiled lightly and glanced at Feng Xuanyu meaningfully.

Fang Cai Feng Xuanyu and Su Li Ruoqing looked at each other affectionately, Feng Xuanjing suddenly came out, he was still a little puzzled, but when he saw the third brother's eyes on Qingyi on the side, intentionally or unintentionally, he instantly understood something?

The lantern slowly spun again with everyone's anticipation.

Feng Xuanyu saw that Su Liruo's face was slightly lost, and he stared at the lantern with all his attention, and even deaf to Dechun's comments.

He smiled helplessly, flicked his cuffs, and an internal force leaned towards the lantern, controlling it to slowly spin in a circle, and finally stopped above the table again.

Su Liruo looked up in surprise, looked at the lantern that stayed above the table, was slightly stunned, reached out and tore off the piece of paper hanging from the lantern, only to see that it was written: Several degrees of injury, want to cut off.

It turned out to be a sad parting poem! Su Liruo hesitated, and the piece of paper was taken away by Jiahui, she looked at it, and frowned slightly.

Dechun reached out to hold the piece of paper, glanced at it, and gently got up and walked towards the carved railing.

Her graceful and elegant temperament attracted attention, and she looked sideways and muttered:

A glass of wine, clouds.

Haggard and uncontrollable, flowers in the mirror.

Don't complain, sycamore rain.

Hugh provokes Yangguan, and the wind and moon are idle.

The feelings of longing in this poem are self-evident, expressing the feeling of loneliness and sorrow, which makes people cry.

A faint sadness shrouded in people, everyone is immersed and unable to extricate themselves, what kind of sadness and sadness is this? can chant such sorrow!

Dechun's graceful figure attracted a person's attention, and his gaze froze as Dechun returned to his seat.

When Dechun sat down, Feng Xuanjing sighed faintly: "It is really our fault that this lantern festival poem has made the eldest sister feel sad!" ”

Dechun smiled and tasted tea, and said slowly after a while: "The third brother doesn't need to blame himself, the poems I just wrote are not clinging to the past, just leaving a thought for the rest of my life!" ”

Feng Xuanyu's face was cold, and he was silent.

Su Liruo was still depressed in the poetry of Dechun, and she didn't notice that Qingyi's gaze was looking at her with deep meaning.

Su Li couldn't help but think of his father, and his grandmother died suddenly, isn't this a pain that wants to be cut off?

At this time, the lantern had stopped, and a graceful beautiful lady climbed the carved railing, and chanted softly and movingly:

Thousands of fallen leaves are sorrowful,

Bairou broke her intestines and was thin.

Ten makeup does not think about the autumn of the eyebrows,

A dream pillow into the outer building.

This poem has only a few words, and every sentence contains affection, which shows that she is a famous singer who has been hurt by love.

Then another man with clear eyebrows came to the carving fence with a piece of paper, and said Lang Run:

The north shore of the east wind is new year again,

Xianglun Yule drunk tourists.

Du Yudongjun sighed Fangchen,

I'm afraid of the twilight and twilight.

This poem is sentimental and fleeting, and it is melancholy and depressed.

Later, another delicate singer climbed up to the carved fence and chanted:

The day before yesterday, lovesickness came,

Tonight is sad and lovesick.

When the lamp is dim, a wisp of soul,

When the moon is bright, it looks like floating clouds.

This poem expresses the pain of lovesickness and the pain of parting.

At this point, the Lantern Festival has entered a fierce state, and everyone is eager to try it and is emotional.

Su Liruo sighed secretly, the Moon Country is really full of talents, no wonder it will become the first of the powerhouses. It's just that a lantern festival actually showed many talented people, and even the women in the wind and dust also made a chapter.

Just as Su Liruo was pondering, the lantern stayed above the table again, Jiahui and Feng Xuansheng sighed in surprise, she realized it later, looked up and touched the lantern, and was shocked for a while: This lantern is really strange! How could she stay at her table three times?

Of course, she naturally didn't know the mystery, but Qingyi, who had not spoken all night, could see it clearly.

Zhifeng Xuanyu took down the piece of paper, and Su Li Ruofang looked back at it: affectionate and without regrets, willing to be white.

Finally, as she intended, this is to make a love poem in response.

Su Liruo raised his eyes to look at him, thinking that he was indifferent and arrogant, could he put down his body and climb the carved railing, chanting affectionate poems in a crepe manner?

And Feng Xuanyu calmly got up under her puzzled gaze, holding the piece of paper in one hand, and holding Su Liruo in the other hand to walk towards the carved fence under everyone's stunned gaze.

Feng Xuansheng exclaimed: "This is my seventh brother? An expression of disbelief.

Jiahui pursed her lips and snickered, as if she had already understood everything, and it was not surprising.

Feng Xuanjing and Dechun looked at each other and smiled, looking at the two people at the carved railing.

Qingyi's eyes were calm, and her face was cold.

Su Liruo was stunned and stood on the carved railing with the wind, staring at each other, with affection.

Everyone was stunned, and looked at the man's elegant and handsome, extraordinary temperament, and the majestic Xuanyu who was completely honored. The girl is as pure and stunning as a hibiscus out of the water, and she is like a fairy who falls out of the clouds.

Everyone is amazed that there is such a pair of beautiful people in the world? Feng Xuanyu has recited a poem:

The autumn wind is thick at dusk, and the river is drunk.

Cover the madness, my heart is happy.

Cangzhao Sansheng Stone, Dancing Jade Zun.

Lock thoughts, laughter.

Go to the red dust of the millennium, and the eyes of the pity.

Thousands of years of wind and frost, to be restrained.

His voice is pure and flamboyant, but he sings such a wonderful love poem, fate is affectionate, willing to gather arrogance and indifference, just to pour his heart to the end, the red dust is long, the hand of the son, even if the eternal reincarnation, still waiting for the long.

After groaning, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he leaned down and said, "If you don't make an affectionate promise for me?" ”

His evil tone was enchanting in Su Liruo's ears, her eyes were misty, obsessed and confused, and his poems shook her heart, melting in his tenderness at this moment.

Everyone seems to be intoxicated and happy, and they are infatuated.

Su Liruo smiled at him, showing her delicateness, staring at each other, like an ethereal and beautiful heavenly sound:

Cold maple concentric knots, red leaves double.

What's going on is the moon, and people haven't slept.

The curtain is exquisite, and the front is respectful.

Tossing and turning between the water and clouds, those who know me.

Morning and twilight, holding the white head.

Life and death are in the Lethe River, lingering.

The girl's feelings are secretly born, all kinds of lovesickness into the bones, for a long time, leaving behind the prosperity, finding someone who knows and loves each other, even if the life is reincarnated, it is also infatuated as before, and there is no regret until death.

Feng Xuanyu's ink eyes are warm, rippling with love, holding hands, staring at each other, rippling smiles, all in deep affection.

Su Liruo was a little shy, but her eyes were still full of affection and love.

Everyone woke up like a dream, a burst of fierce applause rang out, Feng Xuanyu led Su Liruo slowly down the carved railing, and suddenly, a white light shot towards them.

Everyone was shocked and exclaimed!

Suddenly, Feng Xuanyu grabbed her waist, lifted his breath slightly, flew and jumped, floating in the air.

With a flick of his cuffs, Tie Chuan Yin also shot out a few tiny rays of light, touching the white light, only to hear the tinkling sound, the white light fell to the ground, it was actually a flying knife!