Seeing that the atmosphere was solidified, a playful boy couldn't help but scold, which guy who didn't have long eyes wrote this kind of poem at this time? It's not that there are no tragic poems on weekdays, but today is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, everyone is busy showing themselves like a male peacock, you come to such a sentence, Qiu Si Qiu Si, who do you want? After that, the atmosphere turned cold, and everyone was sad and sad, why, do you rely on complaining to find a wife?

But people's hair is almost gray, I don't know how long I have been in the capital for the exam, from the smug to the declining, seeing everyone is in high spirits, but I am drooping old, it is not incomprehensible to have such a feeling for a while. The atmosphere froze, and everyone stopped talking about it, silently and quickly wrote the poems they had newly written or prepared early. Someone saw Chen Lihua also writing there, and said with a smile:

"Little lady, do you want to complete that residual poem?"

Chen Lihua glanced at it and didn't say anything. After writing, put the brush on the pen stand next to it, and persuaded the old man who was still grieving and couldn't help himself:

"Shaohua is fleeting, rather than sentimentalizing the time before, it is better to seize the present."

Then he stood up, looked around at everyone, and sneered:

"Today, I came here to see the talents of the sons of the capital, but I didn't expect to see it, but I didn't see it, but I saw it with arrogance. I wrote it a few months ago, so why should I complete it today? Why don't I write the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem again? Or do you think that this poem is just a coincidence, and then I will definitely run out of talents, and there will be no better works? ”

Chen Lihua walked out of the pavilion under the gaze of everyone, leaving only the echo:

"A bunch of hanging bag beetles, this word will, but that's it."

"It's unreasonable!" Xiao Yi was furious, and was about to go up to theorize, but was dragged by his brother.

"People are going to fulfill her reputation with the whole word, what do you rush up to say?" Xiao Ming smiled, completely indifferent to the impact it might have on the reputation of tonight's poetry club. "I'd like to see what she left behind."

After the next person took away the rice paper with dried ink marks one by one, many poems were circulated among the noble ladies who were looking forward to it. The voices that originally condemned Chen Lihua gradually stopped, and all the scholars turned their eyes to the little ladies who were talking and chattering.

After a while, a little lady selected the poems she liked, picked up the brush in her hand and copied it. But no matter how the students here scratch their ears and cheeks, they can't really see which one has been favored.

The little ladies quickly circulated, and from time to time they took up the pen to copy their favorite poems. After a short time, all seven people were selected, and someone came to pick them up and planned to play and sing for the dancers in the flower picking building, and the little clinker lady shook her head and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito and a fly:

"The concubine body, the concubine body wants to read it out by herself."

"Huh?" The head of the Xiao family raised his eyebrows, what is the difference between reading this in front of everyone and confessing in public, but he glanced at everyone vaguely, and his chin agreed.

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

Mochizuki Huaiyuan, author, Chen Lizhen. ”

The students exclaimed, and the madman who took the lead in reciting poetry before exclaimed: "Good! is such a resentful poem, Chen Xiaoniang is really brilliant. ”

"Guan Shanyue

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay.

came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

Author: Chen Lizhi

After shouting loudly again, some people had a faint premonition of uneasiness in their hearts, and the next song ...... It won't be "Chen Liqian", right?

"Hurry up to the west building, I'm afraid that the sky will release and the clouds will cover the moon."

"It may not be that Su'e has no hatred, the jade toad is cold and the osmanthus is lonely."

There are six songs in a row, all of which are good sentences, and everyone present has gone from excitement at the beginning, to doubt, to numbness.

The last little lady shook her hands and read aloud:

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After listening to the song, the old man who was still melancholy before lay on the desk and cried bitterly, beating his chest: "Qionglou is bitter and cold, how similar is the world." Although this Yong'an City is good, it is not my hometown! He stood up and said to those present:

"Today's old decay has repeatedly lost his temper, disturbing the fun of this banquet, and tomorrow I will leave for my hometown and never come back."

The people who had secretly slandered in their hearts before saw that they had already behaved like this, their grievances were gone, and they retained their words, and the old man was sad and sad, and said with a miserable smile: "I still have illusions before, I don't know how many years I have spent here, and all the affairs at home have been handed over to the clumsy Jing in charge, but now I think about it, I am full of guilt, my heart is like a knife, and I can't wait to reunite with her every day." ”

Xiao Ming stood up and clapped his hands and praised: "Today, I know that there are such strange women in the world, who have lived in the capital for a long time, they are really like frogs at the bottom of a well, a leaf obscure, how many heroes do you know?" ”

Xiao Yi, the younger brother next to him, praised: "Seven families choose seven words, and seven words belong to one person." After this incident, presumably the entire Yong'an City knows the name of Mrs. Chen. ”

Seeing that the host didn't feel angry, everyone here also put down their awkwardness and savored the fun in this poem. A servant collected poems and planned to play them for the invited Oiran, but a little lady stopped him.

"Can't give it to them! It's written here! ”

When I looked closely, there was a line of small words written on the top of "Water Tune Song Head": Picking flowers is not allowed to play and sing my poems. The Oiran, who was exhausted all night, almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood when he saw these two lines of words, and was ready to become famous tonight, but he could only be a background board for a night, and finally he could make a familiar face in front of people, and he didn't even give this opportunity.

The head of the Xiao family looked at the guest seat again, and said generously: "Since this is the case, please go back, two of you." Don't we also have geisha in our family? Let them come out. ”

"Brother, how did you say this person looked? How can you write so many good sentences? ”

Xiao Ming looked playfully at the famous actors who were still playing the piano and singing, and said, "This word is not necessarily written by her. At least not in the last hour. ”

Xiao Yi's eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity: "She...... Why did she do this? ”

"Do you really think that the first poem is a poem of resentment? Since Qu Yuanzhi's "Lisao", literati have compared themselves to beauties in order to seek the king's attention. That is, it came from her subordinates, and a bunch of wine bags and rice bags thought that it was made by the resentful women in the boudoir. That Qionglou Yuyu, do you think you're talking about the old man? She is alluding to our vulgarity, drinking herself to the shadow, to show that she is lonely. ”