Several sons of equal status sat at a table, and they were originally unconvinced by each other in their hearts, but after hearing Li Changsheng's name, they began to hate each other. Chasing the reckless wasteland, you have to be quick.

Of course, the biggest reason why they have the same hatred for Li Changsheng is that famous prostitute Dong Xiaowan, a fairy-like person, and a Qing official, who doesn't want to get her first time? They ridiculed Li Changsheng so much, to put it bluntly, there was more taste of weakness.

However, Li Changsheng did not compete with them, firstly, the purpose of his coming here was not the famous prostitute. At the same time, I also understand that literati are contemptuous, and it has been since ancient times. If they want to make trouble, let them make trouble, they can't afford to deal with these 'literati' so much.

At this time, in the pavilion, a young girl was sitting inside, looking at the literati below, not knowing what she was thinking. She is today's heroine, Dong Xiaowan, a famous prostitute whose ancestral home is Huainan.

"Miss, that 'long wind and waves will be sometimes, straight to the clouds and sails to the sea. It's coming. Hearing the voice below, the little maid standing beside her said in surprise. Now this poem has become synonymous with Li Changsheng.

"Hmm......" Dong Xiaowan nodded lightly, but there was no joy on her face.

"Miss, don't you usually like this one the most, and what do you say that the optimistic spirit in this poem is worth learning from, why are you not happy to see him coming?" asked the maid strangely.

"Alas, you don't understand. Dong Xiaowan sighed lightly and said. "Although this spirit is worth learning, many things in the world are not done by having that spirit alone. ”

"If you don't come today, I think he will come out on top. Able to put their own ...... Give it to him, miss, you can be regarded as a long-cherished wish. The little maid said.

"Who is it, it's not all the same?" Dong Xiaowan said with a sigh, "I hope that he won't be too brilliant tonight." He's a nice teenager and shouldn't be involved......"

......

"Everyone, please be quiet, now there is a good song, and I will read it out for everyone to enjoy. The word card is "Sijiake": "A young man walked up to the stage. Say the sermon to all.

When the east wind of the purple mansion is released at night, the lotus and Li accompany the people to return. The five watches are moving, and the songs are scattered, and the moon is bright and sparse for ten miles.

Fragrant, dreams. The end of the world is cold and the spring clothes are reduced. Phoenix doesn't know where to go. A wild goose flies in the galaxy......

"Good words!" won everyone's praise as soon as the song came out.

Through the depiction of dreams, this poem reflects the beautiful scenery and comfort of the Lantern Festival night, and also expresses the feelings of remembrance, cherishment, and nostalgia. That Chen Gongzi began to comment.

"The next film writes about the love and scene after waking up from a dream, which is in stark contrast to the previous film. Wake up. Sheng's songs, lights, and beauties are all in vain. In front of me is the incense of the stove, the situation is lonely, and the dream in my mind is full of aftertaste......" Xiao Gongzi commented.

"One dream and one truth, one fiction and one reality, one joy and one sorrow...... It is not easy to create such a masterpiece!" Chen Gongzi said.

And that Wu Gongzi shook the folding fan lightly and smiled, presumably this poem was done by him.

"Brother Li, what do you think of this poem?" Fan Shao asked Li Changsheng.

"Well. It's not very positive. Li Changsheng did not make it clear that although this poem is gorgeous, it has no practical meaning. There is no deep thought, not enough to pass on to the world, to put it bluntly, it is a disease-free moan. If these are all good words, I'm afraid that Wu Gongzi's scholarly cultivation will be upgraded to another level.

But he didn't say it clearly, the literati were originally contemptuous of literati, and speaking out would inevitably cause hostility from others. Although he was not afraid of the hostility of these so-called celebrities, he was too lazy to provoke them.

By this time, the poem had already been taken outside to be read. It caused a burst of applause from onlookers. In this way, that Wu Gongzi was even more proud, and looked at Li Changsheng provocatively. The meaning in his eyes is very clear: Your literary rank is higher than mine, and your previous poems have also appeared in "The Holy Way". Now can you write this good song?

"What does it mean to not judge favorably, I don't think he will judge at all. The deep meaning of this poem, the precision of the words, how can he understand it with a half-ass?" said that Xiao Gongzi with a sneer.

"Yes, it is a shame for the poetry world to be promoted to a lifter with just one outdated poem. Chen Gongzi also said with a sneer. The promotion of academic status can depend on other academic schools. For example, the Mohists are not good at poetry. Therefore, they believe that Li Changsheng was able to reach the realm of lifting people because he relied on other schools of scholarship.

And those who are good at studying poetry and poetry think that poetry and poetry are the most elegant. The arrogance of the literati made them somewhat look down on scholars of other academic schools.

"Brother Li, they seem to be talking about you!" Fan Shao couldn't listen to it anymore at this time, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"People who only know how to brush their mouths are destined to be no better. Li Changsheng said lightly.

"It's not any better, you should write a poem to compare with Wu Gongzi." Chen Gongzi stood up suddenly and said coldly to Li Changsheng.

"Saying that others can play tricks, I think he really only plays tricks, and he really doesn't have any level. Xiao Gongzi also sneered coldly.

"Brother Li, you should take out a good poem to show them and kill their majesty. Fan Shao said.

And Li Changsheng shook his head speechlessly, sometimes the hatred between literati is more terrible than the fight on the rivers and lakes. When encountering 'talented Sven people', you can't crush them with scholarly powers at this poetry meeting. And the more you argue with them, the happier they scream, and it's better to stay away from people like them.

Of course, Li Changsheng is not weak because he can't write good poems, and the poems he memorizes in his mind are all masterpieces, which are enough to crush his disease-free moaning words.

And at this time on top of the pavilion.

"Miss, Wu Gongzi's poem is indeed amazing, and this year's poetry meeting may be the first place for him. The little maid said.

"Alas!" Dong Xiaowan sighed lightly. Although she didn't want Li Changsheng to get the first place in her heart, she also felt slightly disappointed when she saw that he didn't come up with good poems.

Right now.

The young man who read the words to everyone just now walked up to the stage again and said, "This year's Furong Garden Poetry Club has produced many excellent works, and now, there is another good poem for everyone to comment on, the name of this poem is "The Fifteenth Night Light of the First Lunar Month". (To be continued.) )xh118