The main venue of the poetry meeting was arranged by Qian Sanfeng in the inner village of Lanting Villa, and as the little guy who led the way stepped into it, what caught his eye was the carefully prepared seats.

Lanting Villa is located in a flat area near the summit of Huiji Mountain, and when the villa was built, a winding stream was introduced into the lodge by skilled craftsmen.

On weekdays, this stream can be used as a daily water source in the Zhuangzi, and if there is a banquet, this stream will be channeled into the waterway that has been dug long ago, and used as a way to pass on vegetables.

Because of this, the seats of the people were placed on both sides of the stream. Sitting meanderingly, except for the position close to the master's house in the middle, the remaining seats are not divided into high and low.

This is also the wisdom of this money shopkeeper, he can do business all over Jingzhou Mansion, just being rich is naturally not enough, among the official families, Qian Sanfeng naturally has his backstage, and the reason why he was able to start from the end of the year and make friends with the powerful is all because of his intelligence and prudence.

With such a seating arrangement, no matter where the guests sit, there will never be a feeling of being ignored, and these literati and like to sit together and discuss poetry in such a curtain.

But if you really don't distinguish between high and low at all, that's impossible.

Because of Yuan Feng's noble status and prominent status, Qian Sanfeng knew the importance of it, so he naturally arranged him in the seat closest to the master's house, and Ye Qingxuan was also touched by Yuan Feng's light and was arranged on this platform together.

After arranging Yuan Feng, Qian Sanfeng was busy arranging others, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the bald old monk who didn't deal with Ye Qingxuan very much was also arranged near this platform, and Ye Qingxuan just sat across the stream.

With this old monk, there was also a young man, this young man was only in his twenties, different from others, dressed as a warrior, with a sword hanging from his waist, his face was like a crown of jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he was handsome.

"It's good that the Taoist knows that this young man is a new generation of young heroes of the Diancang faction in Jingzhou, his surname is Zhan Mingzhao, and at a young age, he has practiced the Diancang Town Sect's peerless Sun Shooting Sword to the realm of Xiaocheng, and at the same time he has refined the jade sleeve skills, and his kung fu has been polished and mellow, and he is only one foot away from entering the innate!" Yuan Feng seemed to appreciate him in his words, and his eyes were full of love when he saw an outstanding junior.

In addition, this exhibition photo is also proficient in poetry and literature, and it is only the money shopkeeper who will hand over the invitation to him. Speaking of this, Yuan Feng paused, and then continued to say to Ye Qingxuan, "The master on the left hand side of Zhanzhao is Master Liyan, the abbot of Feilai Temple, who is really a rare Taoist monk. ”

When Ye Qingxuan heard this, he pursed his lips uncheckably, the identity of the old monk, he had already guessed in his heart, and after the two meetings, Ye Qingxuan naturally knew that this monk's kung fu had entered the congenital, and at the same time, the set of Buddhism was naturally extremely proficient for this old monk.

As for that Cang faction, how can it sound like an ordinary cannon fodder sect!

Xu noticed Ye Qingxuan's gaze, and the old monk turned his head and gently bowed his head, with a compassionate look, and he couldn't see that he had a conflict with Ye Qingxuan in front of Qingliang Temple that day.

It was the exhibition photo, looking at Ye Qingxuan's eyes with a provocative look.

"When did Poor Dao provoke this young man?" Ye Qingxuan's face was inexplicable.

The Diancang faction is the first major faction in Jingzhou, and Zhanzhao is the chief disciple of this generation of Diancang faction, this Zhanzhao is chivalrous, but there is a problem that worships Buddhism.

If it weren't for the fact that he had studied art in the Diancang School since he was a child and respected and loved his teacher, all of his senior brothers would have wondered if this chief senior brother would suddenly have convulsions one day and become a monk.

The scene in front of Qingliang Temple in Xiangyang City that day, and later Zhan Zhao listened to the novice in the temple, naturally he was unhappy for the old monk Liyan in his heart, so he thought about Ye Qingxuan in his heart.

At this time, he followed Li Yan to this poetry club, and saw that Ye Qingxuan was very young, and he couldn't help but feel even more unconvinced, so he provoked Ye Qingxuan with his eyes.

Ye Qingxuan is full of qi cultivation, even if he is careful, he will not do anything to him just because Zhan took care of him.

But Ye Qingxuan's indifference fell in Zhanzhao's eyes, but it turned into contempt.

"Everyone!" Qian Sanfeng, who was on the seat of the main family, was in a desperate spirit, full of red light, at this time, he got up and left the table, picked up a glass of wine from the flowing water, and then signaled to everyone, "On the occasion of the Dragon Boat Festival, I will congratulate you, the old and the decrepit, do it first as a respect!"

Qian Sanfeng obviously drank a lot of wine, and raised his hand to drink all the wine in the cup.

Everyone here also drank all the short-term wine, except for the old monk Liyan and Ye Qingxuan, they were monks, and the precepts were in their bodies, so they replaced the wine with tea.

Seeing that the guests drank a full cup of wine, Qian Sanfeng smiled and said, "All of you here are literary and talented, rich and rich people, so the old man is not polite.

We will write poems according to the title, you should pay attention, if the poems you make are not relevant to the topic, even if the writing is good, then you should be punished!"

"The owner of the money bank, and the question is, we will wait for everything!" Sima Changqing, not far away, stood up and said loudly while drinking.

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and saw Changming only Changqing, showing that Sima Changming was not good at this, so he did not come together.

This Sima Changqing already looks like a talent, at this time, the big sleeves fluttering and holding the wine tree, the end is extremely chic, if everyone in Xiangyang City sees it, I don't know what it will be crazy to become.

"Okay! Just according to what Sima Gongzi said!" Qian Sanfeng is obviously also a poet with wine, picked up the wine tree and took another sip, and then thought for a while, then said, "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, I will first take the Dragon Boat Festival as the theme, and write a poem!

"Of course, Fu Shi should have a colorful head, and the one who won the top spot today should satisfy his wish!" Qian Sanfeng is full of energy and self-confidence, the largest money dealer in Jingzhou, the rich party, naturally has the confidence to say such things.

Whether it is Taibai Mansion or Zuixian Building, in front of this Yulon Money Village, it is undoubtedly a small thing, and there is no comparison.

"Okay! Since the owner of the village has a question, then the evening will come and give it a try!" Sima Changqing is literary and graceful, and he will not let it go, he will groan slightly, and he will come when he opens his mouth. It is ridiculous that Chu Jiang is empty and insignificant, and he can't wash away his grievances. ”

"Okay! What a ridiculous sentence, Chu Jiang is empty, and he can't wash away the grievances of his ministers!" Sima Changqing is extraordinary, his voice falls, and he listens to the cheers around him.

"Sima Gongzi is a great talent, he can't wash away the grievances of his ministers, and he has exhausted the helplessness and bitterness of the sages of Jingran!" Qian Sanfeng was also very moved when he heard the poem.

Jing Ran is a sage and minister in this world, just like Qu Yuan in Ye Qingxuan's previous life, he is a famous minister of the long-extinct Chu State, and the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival in this world was born to commemorate him.