After Chinese New Year's Eve, it's a new calendar.

Worship ancestors, offer stoves, eat dumplings, swallow Lantern Festival, and every household has replaced the old peach charm at the door of the house, and this "year" is over.

On this day, the king of Zhenbei had just gone to court, and the invitation of the wine prince was sent to Zhong Zhiyu.

"Poetry Club?"

Zhong Shuyu opened the post sent to him and took a closer look, and the few lines of crepe in the post were to the effect that seven days later, on the Baihua boat in the West Lake, led by the wine prince, all the talented and beautiful people were invited to enjoy the flowers and compose poems together.

"The guy who sent the post said, you know, county lord." The slush who passed the word also blinked at the little guy, and his honest face looked indescribably funny.

"It's fake to want to come to enjoy flowers and write poems, but wine tasting is real." Zhong Zhiyu said clearly, and saw a line of small characters at the bottom of the post, which was different from the font of Juanxiu in the text, this word was wild and uninhibited, and it was obviously specially added by the wine prince later: Most of the ordinary poems will be accompanied by each other, and the county lord can carry it.

Traveling in company?

"These people are so strange, why do they want to participate in the poetry meeting together?" Chunhe also saw the small print on the post and couldn't help but ask.

Zhong Shuyu thought for a moment and hesitated: "Are you afraid that your poems are not as good as others, so you have to pull your companions to compete with others?" ”

"Ahh Chunhe raised his voice: "Then the county lord, you must bring a girl with good literary talents!" ”

"Is the county lord's writing so bad?" Zhong Zhiyu looked at Chunhe with resentment.

Chunhe pursed his lips and muttered: "Your level, don't you know it yourself." ”

Zhong Zhiyu, who knew how many catties and taels he had, was speechless for a while, and said worriedly: "But where can I go to find a talented girl?" ”

"Back to the county lord, several talented women in Lin'an are the eldest lady of the Taifu family, the sister Shuangshu of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Rites, the second miss of the Shaoqing family of Dali Temple, and the youngest daughter of the head of the Hanlin Academy." Slush replied with a glance.

Zhong Zhuyu was actually just talking to herself, but she didn't expect Xue Sha to answer her: "Yes, Xue Lung, the intelligence work has been doing well these days." ”

"Back to the county lord, these are things that ordinary people know." Slush didn't look like it was being praised at all.

"......" how did he feel that he was scolded.

Zhong Zhiyu blinked his eyes, stretched out a finger and pointed out the door: "Go out." ”

"Whoa." Slush bowed down and walked out of the door.

"Haruwa." Zhong Zhiyu turned his head and asked, "Do you say he is really stupid or fake stupid?" ”

Chunhe covered his mouth and smiled: "County Lord, don't you just like people like slush?" As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and counted one finger at a time: "Honest, few words, what else is there for me to think about......"

"Okay, shut up." Zhong Zhiyu's face was expressionless: "Let's think about what I will do with this poem." I can't really carry a jar of wine and drink tons and tons of wine in the past, what if someone asks me to compose a poem? ”

"Or... Looking for the girl Wan who greeted her at the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet last time? The slave maid saw that she was very good at appearance, and she should be a person with some talent. ”

"Marissley?" Zhong Shuyu thought about it carefully, thinking that this person was quite friendly to him, so he agreed to this proposal: "Then you go and inquire about which house she belongs to." ”

"Back to the county lord, Miss Wan Jinxiu is a girl from the servant's family."

The sound of slush came from the doorway, apparently listening to the conversation between the two.

“……”

Zhong Zhiyu and Chunhe glanced at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

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The Hundred Flowers Boat is a two-story boat with a wide range of food and dance, and the best part is a large open-air platform at the stern where guests can enjoy the scenery of the lake. Such a chic and elegant thing was naturally loved by the literati and distinguished guests quickly, and then its value also rose.

Wan Jinxiu followed Zhong Zhiyu, and after being checked for the invitation and whether he was carrying a sharp weapon, he was ushered into the ship.

The interior of the ship is obviously decorated, in response to the atmosphere of the New Year, there are red or yellow paper lamps hanging on the beams and windows, as well as various colorful silk decorations, which looks very festive.

Marvel has been regretting it since it came to the road, and I regret it incomparably.

Why did you take the initiative to say hello that day! Why did you flatter the county lord! How did you get into the eyes of the county lord!

Look at this kind of poetry club, a place like where people like yourself come from!

Even though he was extremely sad in his heart, he was still polite on his face, and he looked at his nose and nose along the way, for fear that something would go wrong - until the wine prince finished his opening remarks, he served a jar of wine for everyone, and let everyone use wine as a poem.

The talented people sitting on the left responded one after another, took a sip of each of them, praised the good wine, and began to meditate on their works.

Because it was brought by the county lord, the county lord of the women's seat on the right side was the first hand, and she sat in the second place. In her life, she had never sat so far in front of Wan Jinxiu, and she was holding her demeanor until her back was sore, and seeing that the atmosphere was lively, she also picked up her wine glass to relieve the stiffness of her body.

Then she took a sip of wine and went out.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and even the talented man who was busy composing poetry on the side stopped thinking and looked at her blankly.

Wan Jinxiu, who was so strong by this wine, not only sprayed wine, but even wanted to cough twice.

Finished.

In the strange eyes of everyone, Wan Jinxiu, who coughed while covering her mouth with a handkerchief, felt a little cold.

Zhong Shuyu was shocked, and the wine prince was also shocked.

The banquet he held was tacitly understood by everyone, and those who could drink naturally praised him, and those who didn't drink would not be wet, only obediently composing poems to cheer him up, everyone knew that he was a drunkard, and it was the first time that someone dared to spray his wine.

And Zhong Zhuyu herself is good at drinking, not only does she not feel strong about this wine, but she also feels that it is extremely mellow, so she naturally doesn't know how unpalatable it is in Wan Jinxiu's mouth, so she didn't remind her.

When Wan Jinxiu's coughing stopped, seeing her kneeling down and pleading guilty, Zhong Shuyu hurriedly pleaded: "Lord, Jinxiu has never drunk such a good wine, and she is not suitable for a while, please forgive the prince." ”

"That's what the county lord said." Wan Jinxiu nodded again and again: "The courtiers didn't deliberately waste the prince's good wine. ”

The wine prince looked at the frightened faces of the people below, and couldn't help but touch his face, did he look scary?

"Your name is Jinxiu?"

"Yes." Wan Jinxiu is very good at reporting to his family: "The courtier is the only daughter of the servant of the ministry." ”

"The servant of the ministry..."The wine prince touched his chin thoughtfully.

Could it be that today I want to hurt my father and lose the official who was finally promoted? No! His father studied hard, was honest and honest, and was upright, but now he has been looking forward to it for most of his life before he can be reused, and he must not drag him down because of this.

Wan Jinxiu's heart was horizontal, and her eyes were ruthless. No matter what happens today, you can't affect your father.

The wine prince was a little confused when he looked at Wan Jinxiu's suddenly fierce aura, and he couldn't understand what this little girl was thinking in her head.

Although she didn't like her wine, which made the wine prince a little annoyed, but thinking that she was the daughter of the servant of the ministry, he still had to give the servant of the ministry a face, and it was not good to punish her, so the wine prince proposed to let her write a poem as a reparation for disturbing everyone.

This request was not embarrassing, Zhong Shuyu knew that the wine prince was not to blame when he heard it, so he blinked his eyes and looked at Wan Jinxiu expectantly, and only told her to make a poem quickly so that she could turn the chapter.

Seeing Zhong Zhuyu looking at her with blazing eyes, Wan Jinxiu's face showed embarrassment, and he thought of his old father who had a bumpy official career, so he said stiffly:

"Taste of dust,

Before opening Li Du.

Thousands of heavens and moons,

Indulge in the West Building. ”

As soon as she heard the first two sentences, Zhong Zhuoyu still pretended to nod her head, although it was a little inexplicable, but the rhyme was rhymed, and when she heard the last two sentences, her smile froze on her face.

Okay, let's talk about it separately... This rhyme is not rhymed!

That's right, Zhong Shuyu evaluates the quality of a poem to see if there is a rhyme.

Therefore, Zhong Zhiyu, who had prepared a lot of flattering words, only opened his mouth and closed it and opened it, vividly showing what it means to be "stunned." ”

The scene was suddenly quieter than just now, and it was obvious that it was the first time for these talented women to encounter such a scene at a poetry meeting.

As soon as Wan Jinxiu stumbled and said a few words, the wine prince raised the wine bottle to cover his face, trying not to let people see his facial features distorted by holding back laughter, but Wan Jinxiu's poems were more funny than the other, and in the silent air, he still couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Listening to the man's clear laughter, Wan Jinxiu's face was so red that he thought he was very thick-skinned and wanted to find a hole to get into on the spot.

"Hahaha......ha So he opened his mouth again to try to find some face for Markham.

"Miss Wan is really lively... They all made the king laugh...... "The voice is still quiet, he really can't go against his conscience."

Seeing that Wan Jinxiu was getting more and more embarrassed, Zhong Zhiyu finally searched for some words in his stomach with no ink: "Jinxiu This is the first poem of this poetry meeting, and it can be regarded as throwing bricks and attracting jade, all talented people and talented women, don't hide it." ”

After speaking, he gave Chunhe a look, and hurriedly picked up Wan Jinxiu, who was still kneeling on the ground.

Seeing that the wine prince did not object, everyone also opened this chapter one after another, and successively made poems on the horizontal line.

The poetry meeting finally got back on track, Zhong Shuyu also began to fight with the wine prince, whenever the wine prince had the idea of letting her compose poetry, she tried her best to persuade the wine, trying to get drunk and make him forget to compose poetry.

However, until the end of the poetry meeting, the wine prince was still clear and interested, but Zhong Zhuyu began to be confused.

"County Lord, I'm afraid you can't drink more." Chunhe was anxious and persuaded on the side.

Zhong Zhuyu also had this intention, and before he could speak, he saw a small group of people bypassing them and whispering in the ear of the wine prince, and when he finished speaking, the wine prince whispered: "Beiyi? ”

Zhong Zhuyu raised his head suddenly, only to feel that most of his brain was awake.