"Yaoyao, tomorrow is reluctant." When sending her to the door of Jiang's mansion, Chen Yi said.

"Well, Yaoyao knows." After a long time, he let go of the hand holding him and let him go.

The Jiangzhou before the beginning of summer is lively, and the hot and dry days alone make people impetuous, walking, moving, and the visitors on the street seem to be walking a little faster than usual.

After stepping through the layers of endless mountain steps, I finally arrived at the top of Dongting West Mountain, and today's ink feast is also held here.

In front of the statue of Kong, Lao, Meng, Mo, and Zhuang Wuzi under the ethereal peak, there was already a dense gathering, about a hundred literati and ink writers, and the hot shouts came and went, gradually rising and falling, and it was a lively scene.

It was about to approach the top of the mountain, but Jiang Zhen couldn't stand it, so he hurriedly looked for a more stable stone staircase, sat down with his ass, and shouted while rubbing the flesh of his calves: "This, this, what the hell is this place?!" Why does this ink feast have to be held here?! ”

Xiao Songyong is sensible, and when he saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Teacher, don't be tired, you still need to show your hands later!" After that, he pinched his legs for Jiang Zhen, and this shoulder rubbing and beating his back did not fall.

"Miss Jiang Zhen, this ethereal peak has arrived, it is better to work harder, and when you enter the peak, the back chair is more comfortable than sitting on the stone steps here." In front of the thin and tall man and the little chubby dun is Jing Hong, although this son is also sweating profusely, but in the end it is not as good as Jiang Zhen.

The integrity and posture of the scholar are very important, and then I took a look at the people who were still climbing the mountain at this time, but I couldn't find anyone like Jiang Zhen, who was here with his legs raised.

Others don't know who Jiang Zhen's noble person is, but this academy and the ink shop in his place know it, and it was spread by the two students outside the bookstore that day.

"What! You said that her noble person is very handsome?! ”

"Really?! Don't come by rumors. ”

"Hearsay, Yunyun."

In the academies, Mofang is still talking about it, Jiang Zhen is moving, but seeing that she is moving with small steps, she follows step by step, and in front of her is the mountain chief of Qinglu Academy, that is, the old man.

Look at the people who are already over half a hundred years old, but they are still alive and well, but there is a big contrast with Jiang Zhen who bowed his head behind him.

just said casually: "Hehe, little doll, the old man can take the first step." After that, the old man sped up his steps, and seeing that he was about to be thrown away, Jiang Zhen hurriedly said: "Don't, wait, wait......"

"Ahem...... "She's tired of this ink feast, she knew that she wouldn't come, and now she's tired."

Just as she was looking at the stone steps in front of her that were still a hundred meters away, and she was anxious, a voice suddenly came from behind her: "Yaoyao." ”

When he turned his head, he shook his body, and he stumbled and fell backwards, so he was planted in his bad place.

She is still in her arms as if she is resting and enjoying, but she doesn't care about the eyes of others passing by, or the eyes of surprise or envy, if she recognizes her as the little ancestor of the Jiang family, and then looks back at such a scene, she is actually someone who has promised, but if she can't keep it, she will drop her jaw in shock.

"Yilang, Yaoyao's legs are sore." The words of the snort came out, this Nizi is getting more and more familiar, and then look at the two of them at the moment, she is holding Chen Yi's arm with two small hands, it seems that she is walking together, but Chen Yi is all supporting her.

"It's inconvenient, Yaoyao." Pointing to the archway above his head, he saw that the five big characters of "Ethereal Peak Tibetan Immortal" were impressively presented, which could be regarded as coming.

It doesn't matter if you don't enter the peak, this peak is a heat wave hit, but a good meal, but see the scene of the crowd in front of you, it is really a little rare, everyone present is a literati, wearing a white coat on the right placket, the small hair on the head is tied with a green ribbon, a lupine scarf, and the whole place is full of books.

Jiang Zhen is also a corner in the end, when he entered the peak, he was recognized, and then looked at a young man beside him or holding or hugging him, it was really amazing, I didn't expect that the cloudy beak shaking was real!

"It's from Qinglu Academy, right?"

"That manny has also been promised, and she is such a handsome person."

"This, this, this, what the hell is going on?!"

"Who is that young man? It's so handsome. ”

Chen Yi didn't care about talking about it like this, he just looked at it vigorously, hoping to find an empty seat and let Jiang Zhen, the girl, take a better rest.

Chen Yi didn't care, she cared about death, smelling the amazing sounds around her, and the chattering voices that praised Chen Yi's handsome appearance, it was so happy for her, since she entered the peak, the bright smile on her face has not faded, and her eyebrows have also become two crooked crescents, so she is not happy.

Take a good look, take a look, reward, this is my wishful husband, she thought.

"Yaoyao, have you brought all the things like pen and ink?" Chen Yi led her to find a corner to do, and then asked.

"The people in the academy can all carry it for Yaoyao." Who else can there be in the academy? Since it is the little song, this little guy is very strange, no matter how people treat this Jiang Zhen, he likes it for no reason, and he will not stick to Jiang Zhen from time to time, but it is pleasing.

"Let someone else take it? It's not good to do this, Yaoyao will still take it with herself in the future, don't do to others what you don't want to do to others, Yaoyao understands? Chen Yi taught, this Nizi is just like a lady in front of herself, so it's not appropriate, in the end, her daughter's family wants to be face-saving, and her infamy in Jiangzhou has to be changed.

"Oh, Yaoyao knows." He blinked a few times as if aggrieved, and muttered his little mouth again, which was annoying to look at.

Xiao Songyong looked over and looked over, a small head swayed, but he could be regarded as finding it, and hurriedly said: "Found it, where it is!" ”

Looking in the direction pointed by Xiao Songyong, I finally saw Jiang Zhen's girl, and everyone hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Miss Jiang Zhen, Miss Jiang Zhen, sorry to disturb, the feast will start later, and the competition will start soon." ”

But seeing that she was resting on Chen Yi's shoulder, and she looked sweet, but she was ruined by this group of nerds in the academy and defeated Xingzi, and she also said twice: "I know, I know", she hurriedly avoided Chen Yi's side, she didn't want to show her shame in front of outsiders.

"Yaoyao, go quickly, I'll see you later." Chen Yi said, knowing that this girl's current concerns are also difficult.

"Well, then Yaoyao is gone." waved his hand, jumped and called, and then followed behind the people in the academy, gradually moving away.

At that time, the Lanting Yaji should be the same, Jiang Zhen thought.

But look at the mountain peak aisle into the meandering river, from the peak down, all the way to the bottom of the peak, on both sides of the aisle, the literati and ink are all sitting on the mat, in front of him is both a tea case and a book case, next to him is a scroll of books, Jiang Zhen is also seated in it.

The scholar or lady pours wine for everyone, and then uses a paper kite to draw up a question, gently throws it into the air, and lets it rise with the wind.

According to the rules of the feast, whoever the paper kite falls in front of will take the paper kite apart and improvise a poem according to the proposition written on the paper.

If you are not sensitive and can't write poems immediately, then you need to pour the wine in front of the table and drink it all.

If you write poems immediately, you also need to write your own poems on paper kites and self-prepared scrolls, so that everyone can enjoy them.

Everyone is just exchanging and appreciating together, but the small family of the ink writer, that is, many academies and ink shops, should be divided into high and low levels.

Jiang Zhen is not false, but now she is indifferent, although the wine in front of her body is full, but she can't drink it anyway, her own Langjun doesn't let her, she is obedient.

So it is enough for the feast to begin.