The bright moon hangs high, cool as water.

After the sacrifice was completed, the sacrifices and sacrifices were torn down, and even many wine tables were piled up, leaving a large area of space in Yingxian Tower. The Chen Mansion invited all the girls from the Xieyu Building to sing and dance to cheer up the scholars present.

"Zhang Jieyuan, why don't you invite first?" Chen Shuwen stood in front of the readers, looking back at Zhang Yi who was sitting at the main table.

Zhang Yi smiled and waved his hand: "Lord County Order, please first." Although it is a fighting poem, Zhang Yi is a junior after all, and he does not dare to overstep. ”

"In that case, then the county is not welcome. Chen Shuwen asked like this, he didn't mean to give in, he just wanted to show himself, he waved his hand and said, "Put the four treasures of the study room forward, today's Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Meeting, Dou Shi should be more cautious." ”

The Chen Mansion hurriedly moved the desk and the four treasures of the study, Zhang Yi looked sideways, it turned out to be some Gongshi Wenbao, and even some Jinshi Wenbao, this Chen County Commander really likes to be in the limelight.

Sure enough, seeing these literary treasures overflowing with literary spirit, all the readers couldn't help but cry out. Even Xie Dongliu, Yang Dong, Liu Junshou and others all set their sights on it.

Xie Dongliu rarely smiled, but at this moment, he smiled at Chen Donggu and said: "The Chen Mansion is worthy of being a wealthy family, the family is big, and the four treasures of this table can buy my entire Xie Mansion." ”

"If you like it, you will be given to you with the four treasures of this table. Chen Donggu smiled, and a little pride appeared in the corners of his eyes for the first time.

The Chen Mansion was promoted to a wealthy family, and the rewards of the imperial court could make any famous family blush, not to mention his younger brother Chen Dongting, and now Lord Wenxiang gave a few treasures in private.

Xie Dongliu withdrew his smile, looked at Chen Shuwen and Zhang Yi, and said, "That's not necessary, Xie is just envious." At this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I don't know who can take the lead?"

"Naturally, it's Zhang Zhenguo, who has the posture of a Confucian at such a young age, where can a dog compare. Chen Donggu replied, looked at Zhang Yi on the side, and stretched out his thumb.

Zhang Yi responded with a smile and didn't say a word.

Xie Dongliu, Liu Junshou and the others were slightly stunned, since this old guy said so, I am afraid that he is really full of confidence in his son, and he will praise Zhang Yi so highly.

The higher you hold it, the harder you fall.

However, Yang Dong was full of confidence in Zhang Yi, and laughed: "Mr. Donggu's opinion is the same as mine, and I also think that this kid can defeat Ling Gongzi." ”

Chen Donggu's face froze, and he suddenly didn't know how to answer.

......

Chen Shuwen was calm, as if he had eliminated all the noise around him, picked up a soft Jinshi Wenbao pen, and began to write his Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

Chen Shuwen wrote a poem, and a layer of treasure suddenly appeared on the rice paper, which was the original treasure light. As he continued to write, layers of precious light emerged one after another.

Chen Shuwen paused slightly, sweat appearing on his forehead. He used his literary spirit to evaporate his sweat and continue to write...... At this time, four layers of treasure light appeared on the whole poem, and it had already reached the house.

The readers, who had not paid much attention to it, quieted down one after another and looked at Chen Shuwen. There were even several famous family heads with high status who gently walked to Chen Shuwen's side and began to read his poems.

Of course, Zhang Yi is also among them. He wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to win, but he was extremely curious about what Chen Cong had said before.

Chen Shuwen is not expected to make a poem today. The original author of this poem is not Chen Shuwen, but someone else...... Scholars write articles, with the blue sky above their heads, and Wenyun pays attention, how did Chen Shuwen hide from the heavens and let Wenyun give him the glory of the original work?

Zhang Yi looked down at the rice paper on the table and found that Chen Shuwen had made a poem, and only half of it was written, and four layers of treasure light appeared. If it is not bad, this poem will definitely be able to control the country.

"The grass is singing, and the sycamore is falling. There is a lot of sorrow in the heavens on the earth. The clouds and the moon are locked thousands of times. Float up, float away, don't meet. ”

Chen Shuwen rested for ten breaths and wrote again.

"Xingqiao magpie drives, I have only seen it after many years, and I want to say goodbye to love and hate. Morning glory and weaver girl, don't be out of the middle. It was sunny, rainy, and windy. ”

The fifth light emerges...... This is followed by the sixth, seventh, and eighth paths. The moment Chen Shuwen put down his pen, this poem was successfully promoted to a Zhenguo poem.

The atmosphere rises, the moon shines like water, and the entire Yingxian Tower is shrouded in treasure light.

The scholars present couldn't help cheering, even if they didn't like the Chen Mansion and couldn't get used to Chen Shuwen, the acting county commander, but they should congratulate him on his work as a town and a country.

Xie Dongliu, Yang Dong and the others were a little stunned, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Yi, they were all a little worried.

In their opinion, even if Zhang Yi is known as a poet of Zhenguo, not every poem can reach the level of Zhenguo. Tonight, Chen Shuwen, who had never made an article about Zhenguo, made a Zhenguo poem, which made them worry about Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi had a keen perception, looked back at Xie Dongliu and the others, smiled back, and signaled that they didn't have to worry.

......

Chen Shuwen took the Jinpai handed over by the maid, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then looked at Zhang Yi with a smile and chuckled: "Zhang Zhenguo, it's up to you next." ”

In the crowd, a few people raised their heads and snorted. Before Chen Shuwen turned Zhang Yi into Zhang Jieyuan, and at this moment he wrote the words of Zhenguo, but he called Zhang Yi Zhang Zhenguo, which can be described as a heart-wrenching and villain.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly and said, "I haven't seen you for a few months, and the county magistrate is really impressed." It's just that the county magistrate's poem is quite a little woman's grievance, which really makes Zhang Yi puzzled. ”

"Although tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the county remembers the concubine who is far away in Tai'an City. During the Chinese Valentine's Day, she sent me a letter through Hongyan that if it weren't for the fact that the county would serve as the county magistrate in Longgong City for a year, I couldn't wait to return to her immediately. ”

Chen Shuwen's pupils were slightly open, and he relaxed instantly, pretending to sigh. Chen then changed his words, looked at Zhang Yi with a rather interesting look, and smiled: "Okay, let's not talk about these things." Zhang Zhenguo, do you need me to provide you with the four treasures of the study room when you write an article next?"

The wealthy Zhang Mansion withered overnight because of the Chen Mansion, and although the new Zhang Mansion was promoted to the prestigious family yesterday, it can be compared with the Chen Mansion, just like an ant to an elephant. In Chen Shuwen's opinion, in just Zhangfu, how can there be any literary treasures that can be taken out to show off.

"It's just a poem, Wenbao doesn't need it, but I really forgot to bring rice paper and ink tonight, please send me an ordinary rice paper and some ink. ”

Zhang Yi shook his head slightly, he didn't understand Chen Shuwen's tricks. Tonight, Chen Fu is trying his best to make a fool of himself.

At this moment, a person with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes in the crowd stood up and shouted: "Zhang Jieyuan, if you need Wenbao, I have it." ”

This person is Yan Kuan, who was at the wine party among the flowers before, and it was this person who wrote the half of "Will Enter the Wine" for Zhang Yi.

Chen Shuwen heard that someone slapped him in the face on the spot, so he quickly turned his head and saw that it was Yan Kuan, but he could only give up. Yan Kuan is a disciple of Confucianism, and his status is no worse than that of him, a descendant of a wealthy family, and he has no qualifications to accuse the other party.

Zhang Yi responded with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Yan, originally I thought it would be just a poem, so I didn't need Wenbao." Seeing that you are so enthusiastic, is it possible that you can make better poems using Wenbao?"

The crowd laughed.

"As for Wenbao, there are indeed a few of them...... Well, Brother Yan, I understand your kindness, Wenbao still uses his own hand. ”

Zhang Yi smiled and said this, and two treasures appeared on the desk. The red dragon blood inkstone, which lifted the Wenbao Dragon Wolf Pen and at least Jinshi Wenbao, appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

The dragon wolf pen has not appeared for a long time, and in an instant, it exudes a murderous aura like a wolf and a dragon, so that several famous family owners nearby can't help but look at it.

However, Wen Baobi was only arrogant for a few breaths, and a supreme dragon aura permeated the entire Yingxian Tower, making everyone's eyes look at the blood-colored inkstone.

The dragon wolf pen hurriedly reined in his breath, where did the dragon wolf dare to provoke the dignity of the real dragon?

Zhang Yi smiled and introduced: "The two treasures left by the ancestor longbow to me, the dragon wolf pen and the red dragon blood inkstone, I will use them tonight to write my Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics." ”

Everyone's eyes were on Zhang Yi. Chen Shuwen just wrote a poem about Zhenguo, but Zhang Jieyuan also wanted to write a lyric.

Could it be that Zhang Jieyuan is really sure to make a more powerful poem about the town! )