The sound of gongs and drums entered the ears, and the poetry meeting officially began, and the literati present were eager to try, all wanting to compete for a name here. You must know that the people sitting at this poetry meeting are all powerful dignitaries, who may be taken abreast of, and they will be brought to the future by the way.

Meng Donglin and Fang Qian sat together, just opposite Zhuo and Mu, Meng Donglin raised the wine glass on the table and arched to the opposite seat, Zhuo Yu was pretty, and also made a gesture in return, while Mu Yunxiao nodded slightly to him in response.

Fu Qingqing ordered someone to bring a huge scroll, hung it on the shelf, and pulled the rope at the bottom of the scroll away with his bare hands, only to see the word 'autumn' come into his eyes.

"Now is the late autumn season, the poetry will be autumn as the theme, you have a few desks in front of you, there are still good four treasures of the study, after you write, let's taste them one by one. Explaining the rules of the poetry club clearly, Fu Qingqing raised her arms and smiled at everyone: "Now, everyone, please." ”

When the beautiful woman spoke, everyone in the audience lifted the pen together, and for a while, the whole courtyard was silent.

After the tea effort, everyone here stopped writing, looking at the poems they wrote, some people showed satisfaction, some people frowned and sighed, and more, they circulated to each other and asked each other for advice. Zhuo Yucheng also put down his pen at this moment, sat up straight with a calm face, and chatted with Mu Yunxiao beside him.

Fu Qingqing glanced at the maid beside her, only to see the maid take out a delicately made sachet from behind the stage and hand it to Zhuo Yucheng, who was sitting nearby.

Taking the sachet, Zhuo Yucheng knew in his heart that this was to beat the drum and pass the flowers, and turned his head to look at Mu Yunxiao with a smile, which was interesting.

"This poetry meeting, through the form of gongs and drums to pass flowers, the gong sounded, everyone will pass the sachet to the next person, the gong stops, the sachet in whose hands, who will read their own poems and the people present to taste, everyone, can you understand?"

In the first round, the sachet passed to an unknown scholar from a poor family, dressed in a green shirt, wearing a scholar's hat, holding a sachet in his hand, seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, he seemed to be a little timid, swallowed his saliva, and stood up hard: "Zhao is ugly, indifferent and cold rain falls, the autumn wind is bleak, the shadow is bitter, and the night is cold." ”

"Brother Zhao's poem is quite sad and sad, this is the death of parting, it is too heavy. The boy of the first family was half-lying on the desk, holding his head and squinting at the scholar, with a look of disdain, so that he could hold a poetry meeting, and the whole of these obscure verses was unpleasant to look at.

"Brother Fang, the late autumn is very slaughtering, since ancient times, the pain of evacuation and parting is based on the autumn as the background, Brother Zhao's poem, Sun thinks it is reasonable. Seeing that the children of this Fang family looked down on others so much, the person sitting with the scholar opened his mouth to speak for him.

"Fang Ling, don't be rude. Arguing with this kind of unknown person insulted the façade of his Fang family, Fang Qian spoke out, making the Fang family kid stop. Then he smiled and said to the scholar surnamed Zhao: "Fang Ling's child's temperament, Zhao Gongzi should not be surprised." ”

"No, no, Fang Gongzi is actually right, today is a poetry meeting, and Zhao is too sad and sad. "The young master of the Fang family personally apologized, how could this scholar have received such treatment, and he expressed his position again and again.

Tsk, look, it seems that he apologized politely, but in fact, he relied on his own power to pressure others to say no more. Zhuo Yucheng slandered again and again, closed his eyes, and put the tea in his hand into his mouth.

The sound of gongs and drums started again, and the sachet was passed to the son of another family, who was dressed in brocade and jade and had a handsome appearance, but his temperament was too evil, and he was full of danger, which made people reluctant to approach easily.

"Haha, Brother Qin, what am I talking about, you will definitely be lucky today!" Fang Qian looked at the handsome boy and said with a smile.

"Congratulations to Brother Qin. Meng Donglin also arched his hand to him, with a look of good show.

The boy raised his head and smiled at Meng Donglin and the others, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes swept over Zhuo Yucheng, and this sweep actually made Zhuo Yucheng feel familiar.

"Who is that person? Looking at Meng Donglin's appearance, he seems to be very familiar. "This son, Zhuo Yucheng has searched in his mind thousands of times, but he has never seen him, but why does he have a feeling of déjà vu? He put his head close to Mu Yunxiao beside him and asked quietly.

"This person's name is Qin Ziheng, and he is the son-in-law of the fifth family and the Shen family. Mu Yunxiao explained softly to Zhuo Yucheng.

Heh, interestingly, this person not only won the favor of the head of the Shen family to enter the Shen Mansion, but also represented the Shen Mansion to participate in such a poetry meeting, I think he has some ability.

I saw that Qin Gongzi got up and slowly read out the poem he composed: "The water is cold, the wind and the knife fall the frost, the clouds are clear and the sky is cold and the moonlight is cold, the red maple is decorated with colors, and the scarlet snow is unparalleled in the world." ”

"Okay! Good artistic conception!" Fang Ling, who was still laughing at others, praised Qin Ziheng again and again as if he had changed at this moment.

"Fang Ling, don't make a noise. Fang Qian reminded again, and then said to Qin Ziheng: "It is worthy of Brother Qin, such literary attainments are really extraordinary." ”

What kind of extraordinary is this, Xin Yao pursed her lips, picked up the tea on the desk and took a sip, it was just a depiction of the cold wind and cold moon, if it was really distinctive, it was just a little red in the cold color, boring, really boring.

Bai Yixue was on the side, his expression did not change, this person's words were gorgeous, but there was no substance to taste, it was really average.

"Brother Qin, your poems are gorgeous in rhetoric and extraordinary in artistic conception, which is really a masterpiece. Meng Donglin smiled, raised his glass to Qin Ziheng, and said. He said sincerely, as if he really admired it from the bottom of his heart, but in his heart, he just sneered, what a masterpiece, although the rhetoric is gorgeous, but there is no content at all, it is just an embroidered straw bag.

"You really lift up Qin, poetry is not Qin's strength, so it's the limit. After finishing speaking, Fang sat down and passed the sachet to the next person.

This time, the sound of gongs and drums stopped, and everyone's eyes were on Zhuo Yucheng. Looking at the sachet in his hand, Zhuo Yucheng sighed in his heart, it was finally his turn. got up neatly and read out the poem he had written: "The cloud is clear and the wind is cold and lonely, the sword swings Qiu Hong and slashes Su Xiao, the sword catches the flying stars and chases the wind, and the sky is thrown into the blue sky." ”

The magnificent momentum, the bones of the Tao are high, and the connotation of the collection is overwhelming! The courtyard once sighed silently.

"This..."Wonderful! Wonderful poems, how can the realm be comparable to the two of them! The scholars of the poor family sighed in their hearts, such a talented person is really rare.

"What is this!" At this moment, I don't know who it is, my voice is wide open, and my tone is full of sarcasm: "What kind of sword, sword, people who understand know that this is a poem and autumn color, confused, and think they are fighting." ”

There is a beginning, and the rest are like having an organization, and they say harshly one after another: "That's it, a good autumn poetry meeting, and it was broken into a sword Spring and Autumn Festival, what kind of thing it looks like!"

"I heard that the Divine Weapon Pavilion was based on striking iron, and it was impossible to go to the Hall of Elegance, but when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation. As soon as these words came out, the children of the family present laughed secretly.

"You..." Xin Yao couldn't sit still, and wanted to get up and refute, what kind of virtue is this! These people tend to be inflammatory, and the villain's face really makes her sick! However, Bai Yixue stretched out her hand and held her down, looking sideways, the three people beside her all looked calm, and they didn't seem to pay attention to these remarks, so they also quieted down.

"Don't go to the hall of elegance?" Fu Qingqing spoke, her face seemed to be smiling, and a word made everyone in the hall stop, she walked in front of Zhuo Yucheng and took the scroll of paper with poems written on it from his hand.

"This..."There was nothing on the paper, and there was no ink. Fu Qingqing looked up at Zhuo Yucheng, her heart was clear, and she unfolded the paper scroll in front of everyone!

The contents of the "......" paper were made public, and everyone present was speechless. This person didn't even drop a word, and the song just now was improvised!

"Rong Qingqing said a fair word, not to mention that Shenwu Jun was quick to think, improvised and made, just saying that poetry, Qingqing felt that it was better than ordinary people! "A sonorous and convincing statement.

At this moment, Meng Donglin also got up and said, "Everyone, please listen to Donglin's words. Qingqing's talent is obvious to all, and Zhuo Xiandi's poems are indeed masterpieces in the east. I think it's because everyone is in a different environment and can't empathize, so there is a misunderstanding. His eyes swept around, and the disciples of the family who were disrespectful also lowered their heads and stopped talking.

"Qingqing, don't be angry, everyone is just a momentary misunderstanding, don't let this matter disturb the atmosphere of the poetry meeting. As he spoke, Meng Donglin stepped forward a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to hug Fu Qingqing.

A trace of disgust flashed in Fu Qingqing's eyes, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to break Meng Donglin's hand, turned around and walked towards Zhuo Yucheng, returned the paper scroll in his hand to him, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "After the poetry meeting, the inner hall will be narrated." ”

After this commotion, Zhuo Yucheng was never handed a sachet to recite poetry, but Meng Donglin showed his talent in front of people again and again, winning a round of applause, during which Bai Yixue also won a lottery, got up and read a thought, such a cold and glamorous beauty, she would not be so neglected by Zhuo Yucheng, but she was inevitably jealous of some young ladies of the family, and she said a few words, and she was also scolded back by Qin Ziheng.

After a long time, it was hard to stay up until the end of the poetry meeting, everyone dispersed, Zhuo Yucheng and the other four got up and wanted to leave, only to hear Qin Ziheng calling: "White girl." ", stopped and turned to look, only to see Qin Ziheng standing next to Fang Cai's seat, arching his hand to Bai Yixue, in line with etiquette, Bai Yixue also responded lightly: "Fang Cai, there is Lao Gongzi to help." ”

"It's just a trivial matter, not enough to worry about, white girl, I hope there will be a period in the future. After finishing speaking, he turned around and left the scene with Meng Donglin and the others.

This person, Zhuo Yucheng looked at Qin Ziheng's departing back, and secretly made up his mind in his heart.