"The plum blossoms in the Xuemei Building are really beautiful, but it's a pity that ......"

Lu Ming stood in the corridor aisle admiring the plum blossoms in the courtyard, and from time to time he heard the praise of many readers, but he sighed a little. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What is Brother Xie Yuan's pity?", Fu Yun asked.

"The sun is rising this morning, has melted a lot of snow, there is no snow to set off, so that the plum blossoms do not have the spirit of 'proud snow', you must know that only in the heavy snow in the plum blossoms, will be more proud. ”

"I see. Fu Yun nodded slightly.

"The plum blossoms in the yard are varied, each is different, and even the fragrance of the flowers emitted has obvious differences, just like the scholars of various countries, the moral quality will be different. Lu Ming said with emotion.

At this time, a strong voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears: "The auspicious time has come, the Xuemei Lou Cultural Meeting is about to begin, please sit down, let us warm wine and enjoy the plum, laugh and talk about the past and the present." ”

Everyone immediately looked at the source of the voice, and saw that it was Zhao Lisong, a university scholar of the Zhao family in Suzhou, who spoke at the meeting.

"Mr. Zhao!", everyone greeted one after another.

"Everyone, you're friendly!"

Zhao Lisong smiled, humbly bowed his hand to everyone, and then continued: "Welcome to the early winter meeting, today here is not only the famous family of Liang State, but also many dignitaries, Zhao can preside over today's meeting, it is really a blessing for three lives, so now, let me introduce to you today's guests, the first is the state pastor of Suzhou, Lord Zhou Dongyue." ”

As soon as the words fell, a green cloud entered the venue and landed in the center, which was Zhou Dongyue.

"Fellow writers, good winter!"

"I've seen Lord Governor!"

Many scholars saluted him, respectfully, and did not dare to slack off.

"You don't have to be polite, today's literary meeting, this official is one of the judges, I hope you can create a masterpiece of poetry and strengthen the talent of our human race. Zhou Dongyue said with a smile.

"Lord Zhou, please take a seat. Zhao Lisong said.

"Then you're welcome. ”

Zhou Dongyue immediately sat down on the judging bench, his eyes swept over everyone, and he was not angry.

"The second one I want to introduce to you is last year's champion duke, that is, the first Hanlin of the Liang Kingdom last year, Yan Lu!"

As soon as Zhao Lisong's voice fell, he saw that another green cloud fell in the center of the literary meeting, and after the green cloud was gone, Yan Lu bowed his hand slightly to everyone, and said with a proud smile: "In Xia Yan Lu, I have seen all literary friends." ”

"Yan Lu, you are last year's champion Yan Lu, a long-admired name!

"Yan Lu's name is like thunder, we have admired you for a long time, and I am willing to worship you as a teacher and serve you around. ”

"Yan Zhuangyuan's coming, let me Suzhou shine, it is extremely glorious to be fortunate to see it!"

A group of scholars shouted excitedly, worshiping Yan Lu incomparably, and many young ladies screamed and even raised their eyebrows.

Yan Lu was even more triumphant, and without waiting for Zhao Lisong to speak, he directly entered the guest seat, and then glanced around, looking indifferent.

"He's very good at making scenes, but it's all arranged people who are deliberately exaggerating the atmosphere to show off his status. Lu Ming said disapprovingly.

"Yan Lu doesn't look like a serious person. ”

Fu Yun shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that I am the champion of the Liang Kingdom for a generation, but I am a person who strives for fame and profit, and I will definitely not have great achievements in the future, if I can also be admitted to Hanlin, at least I will do something more practical than this." ”

Zhao Lisong continued: "Next, I would like to introduce to you the heads of the Zhao family and the Chen family, they are Zhao Wanshan and Chen Mosheng, who are university scholars. ”

After the words were spoken, two scholars entered the hall together, both middle-aged men in their forties, with red faces and dignified appearances, and indeed had the demeanor of the head of the family.

The two scholars introduced themselves briefly, and then took their seats in the main seat, because they were the nominal organizers of the conference.

"In addition, I have good news to tell you, today's early winter literary meeting, we are also fortunate to invite a scholar of the Yan family, this person is very good at poetry, has been famous for a long time, has written a lot of Mingzhou poetry masterpieces, and published "Jiangfeng Poems", quite popular with readers, people give the good name 'Mingzhou poetry old'. ”

"I know, I know, he must be Mr. Yan Jiangfeng!", one of them shouted excitedly.

"That's right! It's the old man!haha......"

A hearty laugh came into my ears, and I saw a middle-aged and elderly scholar with a lupine scarf enter the arena and bow his hand slightly to everyone: "The old man Yan Jiangfeng is polite." ”

"He is the senior Yan Weiqing said?"

Lu Ming's face sank, he had also heard of Yan Jiangfeng's literary name, which was the descendant of the Great Yan family, and he had extraordinary poetry talent since he was a child.

If it were today, it would not be uncommon for Beijing to try out Mingzhou poems, but you must know that the cultural level of Yan Jiangfeng's era was not as high as six-tenths of what it is today.

Because the knowledge of the Sacred Forest Continent is constantly updated every day, it was already excellent to be able to produce a masterpiece in the Beijing Examination a few decades ago.

Although the Yan family is powerful, there are many scholars who are very disgusted, but knowledge is not a gateway to the view, Yan Jiangfeng has made a good name in the Liang State with his talents, and there are still many people talking about it.

"Li Song has seen Mr. Jiang Feng. ”

"Mr. Zhao doesn't have to be polite, it's an honor for the old man to be invited to participate in the early winter cultural meeting today. Yan Jiangfeng said with a smile.

"I have long admired the name of the old poet, you can come here, it is the honor of our scholars in Suzhou City, so please don't be polite, please take a seat. ”

"Good. ”

Yan Jiangfeng nodded slightly, and then sat down opposite Yan Lu and shook the feather fan gently.

Although it was winter at this time, no one was surprised by this move, because with the cultivation of a university scholar, he could basically not be afraid of the cold winter wind, and even wearing short sleeves would not be cold.

Zhao Lisong continued: "Next, I would like to introduce a well-known reader, I believe that all the literary friends here know his literary name, including Mr. Jiang Feng. ”

"Oh, are you referring to my Liang Kingdom's Xie Yuan Lu Ming?", Yan Jiangfeng said with interest.

"Exactly. ”

Zhao Li said in a loose voice: "Lu Jieyuan, after staying in the crowd for so long, it's time to come out and meet everyone." ”

Lu Ming's face in the crowd changed slightly, he chuckled helplessly, raised his hand high, and said loudly: "Xiaosheng is here." ”

"Oh, where is Lu Xie Yuan over there?"

"When did he come? Why didn't I see him? The people around him seem to be from out of town, right?"

"Hurry up, please, hurry up!"