"Brother Bai, look up for a long time."

When most of the students in the Furong Courtyard saw Bai Lichu, they all stepped forward to greet each other.

Today's Bai Lichu is actually wearing the same as Qian Junbao, the same moon-white black bamboo robe, with a beautiful jade hanging around his waist, but he is wearing a scholar's hat on his head.

"Brother Bai, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting will definitely be your champion again!"

"Needless to say, Bai Gongzi is known as the first genius in Jianzhou, and at the last Qixi Poetry Conference, his poem was really amazing.

I don't think we need to be ugly tonight, just wait for his good poetry. ”

"Oh, as soon as Brother Bai comes, I won't be able to offer ugliness anymore."

"These words are sour, don't kill our white brother again."

"How dare you, how dare you!"

Everyone has no objection to Bai Lichu's ability to win the championship, after all, the name of the other family is there.

I saw a student wearing the same moon white shirt walking over and arching his hand to Bai Lichu: "Bai Lichu, don't you bring a few poems today, how about you comment on me then?" ”

"There are so many literary giants here, why do you need me to advise, you guys really make me restless." Bai Lichu said modestly.

"You are the pride of our state, you don't dare to be it, so who else? Don't turn me down. ”

"That's it, we'll listen to your masterpiece tonight."

"You know what? There's a surprise tonight, huh? ”

"What surprise?"

"Chen Ge's youngest grandson, Chen Bing, knows, right?"

"Chen Bing, the first talented woman in Jianzhou......"

"Exactly, I heard that the main purpose of Chen Ge Lao asking us to come to the West Garden tonight to participate in this poetry meeting is to choose a person for Chen Bing......

"Really, fake."

"Of course it's true, I've got reliable information."

Someone immediately laughed and said, "Do you still need to choose?" A peerless beauty like Chen Bing, naturally only our Bai Lichu, Bai Jue is worthy of it! ”

"Right, Lord White?!"

Bai Lichu smiled lightly, but glanced at him coldly, and the man immediately closed his mouth.

But he was also very puzzled in his heart, and said secretly, could it be that Bai Lichu didn't take a fancy to that Chen Bing?

If so, "Gee, that's a lot to see." ”

"Have you seen that Chen Bing, how does it look?" Someone was inexplicably excited.

"It looks like a country and a city, and the moon is ...... shame"

At this moment, there was a sudden shout.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting has officially begun, first of all, I invite the girl of Mingyue in Baihua Pavilion to sing a song......"

The crowd stopped talking, and all looked at a makeshift stage in front of them.

The song of the bright moon girl in Baihua Pavilion is a natural sound, and many rich sons do not hesitate to spend a hundred taels of silver to support it every day.

After Bai Li glanced at the stage for the first time, he was not interested in watching it anymore, he picked up an osmanthus cake and took a bite and quickly put it down, feeling that it was not delicious at all.

It seems that it was the sequelae after eating the dim sum she made at Ye Qing's place a few days ago, and now eating other dim sum is a little tasteless.

It's a pity that he probably doesn't have many opportunities in this life to be able to eat the snacks and dishes she makes.

A little jealous, what should I do if I am a little jealous?

Everyone present saw Bai Lichu eating, and without looking at the bright moon girl, they all secretly speculated that Bai Lichu's vision was really high.

It is estimated that Fan Hua can't get into his eyes, I'm afraid he is still waiting for Miss Chen Bing to appear, right?

After singing a tune, Bai Lichu also followed the crowd and applauded casually.

It's just that he didn't know that all his expressions and movements tonight were being targeted.

"Miss, Bai Li's first son is there." The maid Blue Moon whispered to Chen Bing.

Chen Bingmei glanced at Bai Lichu deeply, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing that he was not like everyone else, staring at the play on the stage, she felt that he was very different from others.

"After a while, the poems he made were copied and sent to me." Chen Bing groaned slightly and said.

"Yes." Blue Moon replied.

…………

The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club is finally going to start writing poems.

Whether it's to be famous, or to win the favor of Miss Chen Bing.

The vast majority of students have taken out all their skills, and some of those who have prepared poems for a long time still feel that they are not satisfied and are trying to revise them.

A student in Tsing Yi walked over and asked Bai Lichu slightly, "Brother Bai, why are you all here, but you don't write poems?" Could it be that you are going to recite poetry on the spot? ”

Bai Lichu smiled indifferently and said to the man: "Brother Lin, don't worry, I have already prepared, and I will write it later." ”

"Oh...... If you are confident, then look forward to your masterpiece. With that, he turned and left, but his lowered eyes were full of jealousy.

The few people who came over with Bai Lichu had already prepared poems, some left their seats to write, and some silently recited them in their hearts, thinking about whether to revise them.

After a stick of incense, Bai Lichu slowly got up to write the Mid-Autumn Festival poems he had prepared.

According to common sense, if he writes the poem of the great lyricist Su Shi tonight? "When will there be a bright moon", it is bound to win the championship.

But he suddenly didn't want to be in the limelight tonight, and this was not a scientific expedition in ten days.

You don't have to win the championship.

Moreover, he didn't want to be favored by the Chen family.

Of course, he couldn't deal with random writing, so he temporarily changed his mind and wrote another Mid-Autumn Festival poem by Su Shi.

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to jade silently. This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

Not long after the writing was completed, the middle-aged man on the high platform who had been singing and harmonizing before struck a small gong, and then asked in a loud voice: "Does anyone still want to hand in the poems, if not, then the meeting will be handed over to the adults for evaluation."

If someone can't write for the time being, then there will only be one chance to recite poetry on the spot, so please be cautious. ”

The students are silent, and this middle-aged man is not there?? Aluminum

After a while, the students began to discuss their poems with others, and some of them were very confident, and they had already started to drink tea leisurely.

When the poems were handed over to the officials in the front row, the students looked at them with anticipation.

Today, there are fifteen officials who are judges, and they hold the poems of the students in their hands and circulate them to each other.

The unsightly ones will be eliminated first, and the best ones will be left, and the last fifteen people will each choose the best one.

Make a judgment again.

Suddenly, Lord Jun Xuezhuo said: "This song is good, and the words are not bad." ”

Xuezheng Cai said: "Then you read it and let everyone taste it." ”

Master Zhuo began to read aloud: "Mid-Autumn Moon."

The moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright.

is biased and clean, how much do you know him, cloudy and sunny.

It is said that it is sunny and sunny, and it is a good season in the world.

Good season, wish to have every year, common Mid-Autumn month. ”

After hearing this, everyone pondered for a moment, and then nodded their heads.

"Not bad, not bad." Master Zhang nodded.

"The last sentence is a good piece of poetry in the Mid-Autumn Festival."