"Okay, you guys go down today to have a good rest, and we will have a good Mid-Autumn Festival in two days." Xie Qingyu counted the days, and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival night in the next two days.

When the time comes, I have to buy mooncakes for the holidays, and now I have some money, which is not a problem.

Xie Qingyu still insists on practicing every night, but this body is very weak, not as healthy as in his previous life, Xie Qingyu sweats every time he practices for a while, and he must take a rest.

She thought to herself, it seems that in the future, it is better to run more and strengthen her physical exercise, otherwise it is really not good to keep doing this.

She didn't warm up anymore, she turned around and ran out, but before she could run two steps, the long skirt made her have to stop.

Because the skirt is too long, it is always grinding under the feet, and it is easy to trip people over.

Xie Qingyu had no other way but to go back to the room first, and it seemed that he still had to make some clothes that would help him exercise.

After returning to the house, she began to improve the dress, leaving the long skirt aside, or the pants more suitable for her, but after studying it for a long time, she didn't know how to start with the dress.

Suddenly, I remembered the bright red tight coat that Seinfeld wore the day before, and that dress also looked good, very suitable for sports.

With this inspiration, she quickly began to improve her clothes, adding a layer of dark cotton cloth to the outside of the inner pants, sewing them with silk threads, which looked no different from ordinary pants, and the lower body was very loose, Xie Qingyu sewed the trouser legs according to her ankles.

This special clothes for practice are finished!

Following.

Xie Qingyu went to the school on time, and there were no major classes to listen to these days, so she came a little late.

As soon as Seinfeld saw her coming, he took the initiative to come to her.

"Light rumor, what have you been busy with these days, I wanted to tell you something yesterday, but before I could stop you, you ran away as soon as you slipped away." Seinfeld's expression was also very curious about what Xie Qingyu was busy with in the past two days.

"My aunt has been unwell for the past two days, and I just went back early, so I didn't have time to say hello to you, Feiling, don't blame me." Xie Qingyu also remembered that he was in a hurry to go out to Yi'anju yesterday, as if he heard someone shouting at him from behind, and thought that he had heard it wrong, it turned out to be Seinfeld.

"Light rumor, after class in a while, you wait for me outside this school, I have something to say to you." Seinfeld saw Master Zhang from afar, slipped back to his seat in an instant, and sat down to listen attentively.

"Today we are going to talk about this poet, I don't know if you have heard of the name of this easy to live in peace recently." Mr. Zhang's slightly aged voice came from the podium.

All the talented women below are saying that they have heard it, and a few days ago, this poem of Yi Anju spread almost all over the entire Jiangnan, but there have been no new poems recently, and I don't know why.

Xie Qingyu originally wanted to laugh, but he didn't expect that the poem he wrote could be taken to class by the master to talk about it in detail.

But looking at the Master's very serious expression, he also pretended to listen to the lecture with an open mind, and listened carefully to the Master's poems about the previous days.

"Today, let's take a look at these poems published by Yi'an Ju today." Zhang Fuzi took out a few works that had been prepared a long time ago and stretched out his hand.

The scroll that had been hanging on the wall began to fall, and several poems appeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant.

This first poem is the poem Yonglian that Xie Qingyu went to sell in Nayi Anju for the first time, the second poem is the bamboo stone that was passed into Yun Jinyu's ears, and the last poem is the Yongju written when he made an appointment with Pei Yu that day.

Before Mr. Zhang began to speak, the students below had already begun to talk about it, and the atmosphere of the school, which was originally very dull, was also becoming hot because of the poems.

"I've heard all of this poem."

"Yes, I don't know what kind of talent it takes to write such good poems."

……

"Let's start with this lotus, the green pond shakes the stars, and rolls the orchid into the white apple. It should be a sock on the roselle wave, and there is fragrant dust in the lotus stamen so far. Can any of you read these words of this psalmist? "Mr. Zhang is used to asking questions.

"Back to Master, this verse is praising the lotus, but in a different way to praise the lotus." The person who answered was Lin Xiaoxue, who often opposed Xie Qingyu, and her face was very proud, as if she knew the poet's heart very well.

Xie Qingyu laughed on the side, and the whole person's shoulders trembled.

Next, many students stood up one after another to answer Zhang Fuzi's question.

Later, according to this poem, Zhang Fuzi deliberated the poet's intention word by word, and discussed it with the students from time to time, and everyone began to guess what the poet's mood was when writing this poem.

"It must be fun."

"Turning the lotus into the fragrance of the goddess, it seems that the poet is very fond of the lotus."

……

"What's your favorite of these poems?" Zhang Fuzi listened to these people's evaluations of this, and they were all very high, but he didn't know which one they preferred.

"Master, I like that bamboo and stone the most." Xie Youruo spoke at this time, and she suddenly remembered the conversation between her sister and Yun Gongzi in the flower hall that day, presumably they said that this was naturally good.

"Then tell me why." Zhang Fuzi also didn't expect that Xie Youruo would like this poem, and immediately wanted to hear why he liked it.

"The poet turned himself into the green bamboo in the broken rock, regardless of the rain and wind, he was also fearless, and there was a poet's pride in it, presumably the poet was also in dire straits, so he wrote this poem." Xie Youruo listened to the day, and the conversation between his sister and Na Yun Jinyu was also said at this moment.

Zhang Fuzi also changed his opinion of Xie Youruo, but he didn't expect Xie Youruo to have such a deep opinion on this poem.

"Youruo, that's a good thing to say today." Zhang Fuzi looked around the audience again, looked at Xie Qingyu and thought she would say something, but Xie Qingyu lowered his head and avoided Zhang Fuzi's gaze.

At this moment, Seinfeld also said a word.

"Miss Xie went with me, I also like this poem very much, but I think that this poet is writing about himself with the help of this mountain bamboo, even if there are many difficulties and dangers ahead, the poet who will never bow his head is faith, which is the same as the belief of the soldiers, so I infer that this person must have been a general."

Seinfeld's words expressed a different point of view, but instead gave the poet a different identity.

"I don't know which family this poet is."

"No, if you don't look at me, Miss Song is right, this person must be a soldier who stands up to the sky."

"I can't agree with this, if you just have faith that you are a general, then the city is not directly full of soldiers."

"In my opinion, that man must be a handsome boy."

……

Everyone discussed the identity of the poet for a long time, and suddenly there was a feeling that they couldn't stop.

"What Fei Ling said today also makes some sense, and what Youruo said is also good, why don't we wait and see who this last masked poet is?" Zhang Fuzi saw that the inner court was fighting at this moment, and immediately stood up to make a round, and both parties were not offended.

Xie Youran, who had been silent in front of the crowd for a long time, said a word.

Because Xie Youran knew that Master Zhang was going to talk about poetry today, it would also be of great benefit to the female examiner, so he came to listen to it.

"Master, I prefer that chrysanthemum, the new frost is light overnight, and the plantain is newly defeated. Cold-tolerant only east fence chrysanthemum, golden millet at the beginning of the dawn is clearer. ”

Xie Youran read the whole poem again before slowly expressing her opinion.

"Everyone knows that the frost is cold at night, and ordinary flowers can't withstand the severe cold, only the east fence chrysanthemum is the most cold-resistant, and it can also emit bursts of fragrance when the sun comes out, combined with the bamboo and stone, presumably the poet is about to get through this bitter cold life, and this poem is the poet's noble and cold character expression to the fullest."

As soon as Xie Youran's words came out, no one in the inner hall said anything for a while, and they seemed to be shocked by Xie Youran's words.

Xie Qingyu listened to Xie Youran's words, and almost convinced her, but these three poems were not written by a poet, so how can they be called combined? This is a song by Bai Juyi, and the life experiences of these three people are fundamentally different, but at this moment, Xie Qingyu has to admit that Xie Youran is talented.

"Youran said it well, the poet wrote this chrysanthemum Gaojie is unique, which is really remarkable." Zhang Fuzi touched his beard, and he also felt that Xie Youran said it very well.

Immediately after listening to everyone's analysis, Zhang Fuzi also talked about his own opinions, progressing his feelings word by word, figuring out the poet's intentions, and listening to everyone sigh wonderful, wonderful.

Xie Qingyu also listened carefully, after this poetry competition, she also gained a lot, and the ancients deserved to be the ancients.

By the time Zhang Fuzi finished the poem, it was also a morning, and as soon as he finished class, Seinfeld trotted towards Xie Qingyu.

"Light rumor, will you go to the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet in two days?" Seinfeld directly told her about this Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet, in addition to the female official examination in Jiangning City these days, the most eye-catching thing now is this Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet.

The date of the general election for female officials is still early, but this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is the most recent.

"I heard that, what's wrong?" Xie Qingyu said with a puzzled expression.

As a concubine, no one has sent her a famous post, and if she doesn't have a famous post, she can't go to this Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet.

"The people of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet are our Song family, originally I didn't want to participate in this kind of boring lantern festival, but this time I also caught up, I came to you these days, just want you to go with me." Seinfeld was also a little embarrassed to say this, after all, on this occasion that he didn't want to go, Xie Qingyu must also be a little reluctant to go.

"That night's banquet was nothing more than a few young ladies of the family performing a few talents, and there was nothing to see." Xie Qingyu thought about it for a while, the last Qixi Lantern Festival was also like this, if he went, then it would be strange if Xie Youruo and Lin Xiaoxue didn't take the opportunity to make things difficult for themselves.

"Rumor, I don't have any other friends here, and if you don't go, I'll be bored at that banquet." Seinfeld said this coquettishly, his big eyes full of begging.