The seventeenth year of Dasheng Dingtai, autumn.

July 17, early in the morning.

The morning sun shines on the green roofs of Xingfu, and the gilded color is reminiscent of fragrant fruit corn and roasted sweet sweet potatoes.

"Young master, the car is ready." Ah Zhong said.

"Okay, let's go."

Xing Meng was wearing Dasheng's popular scholar's clothes today, and he was inevitably elegant in his hands, and he took a folding fan, which had a bit of the temperament of a handsome son.

It's just that under his wide clothes, his muscles are getting stronger and stronger, and his silhouette is distinct, which is completely different from the scholar who has no power to restrain the chicken.

The poetry meeting was held in Chaotian Pavilion.

Hanjiang County is located in the south of Dasheng, the county flows through a river system, Chaotian Pavilion is located on the riverside.

There is a lot of rain in autumn, the river is surging, and the gathering in Chaotian Pavilion and the recitation of poems are the embodiment of the leisure and elegance of many readers.

"I wanted to be a rice worm, but the world was full of weird and dangerous things, and I had to practice martial arts and seek self-protection, but fortunately, there was a fame converter, and God could be regarded as leaving a way to live, hehe." Xing Meng looked at the scenery outside the car window, shook his head and smiled.

On the road, the carriage was connected to a long line, and those who went to Chaotian Pavilion to participate in the poetry meeting, in addition to the readers, there were also those who joined in the fun, and there were also women who went on a blind date, so the traffic on the road was almost jammed.

The usual half-hour journey takes an extra hour.

"Young master, it's here." Ah Chung.

Xing Meng got out of the car and gave Ah Zhong a piece of broken silver, and asked him to find a nearby restaurant to eat, after all, the poetry meeting is not over in a while.

Ah Zhong was pleased, it cost a few pennies to eat a bowl of noodles, and the rest could go into his own pocket, which was a lot of extra money.

Xing Meng has inquired clearly that the host of this year's Hanjiang Poetry Club is the only person in the county, Sun Shan.

In addition, including Zhao Shangru, other talents, students, old children, etc., should also sit among them, and there are some large families in the county, scholarly families.

Xing Meng's trip to the poetry club this time was not to join in the fun, or to listen to other people's poems, whether it was for popularity, or to make Zhao Shi believe that he was the author of "The Legend of the West Chamber" and "Li Linfu's Biography", he had to go all out.

"Xing Meng, you're here too, I thought you wouldn't dare to come." As soon as he stepped into Chaotian Pavilion, Xing Meng noticed that dozens of people had come.

was about to find a place to sit down, but saw Yao Tianci Shi Shiran coming, his eyes were cold, and there was a handsome young man standing beside him.

"After the autumn rain, there are many flies and insects, so you have to avoid infection." As he spoke, Xing Meng covered his mouth and nose and walked past Yao Tianci.

"You!!" Yao Tianci was furious, Xing Meng was insinuating that he was a fly, and he didn't like the kind of ignorant gaze in Xing Meng's eyes.

"Okay, don't be impotent and angry, and vent your anger at a poetry meeting for a while." The handsome young man next to him pressed his arm and said coldly.

Xing Meng ignored Yao Tianci and forgot it, but as the son of the Yao family, he had a child's degree, and he was not taken seriously by him, he was really a businessman boy who didn't know the height of the sky.

Find a place to sit down, Xing Meng looked around, Zhao Shangru had already arrived, sat in the top row of the center, saw Xing Meng's eyes, and nodded slightly to show encouragement.

Except for a few classmates from the school, most of them didn't know Xing Meng.

Clang!

A row of chimes with simple shapes and atmospheric atmospheres rang, and the Chaotian Pavilion was silent for a moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this year's Hanjiang Poetry Conference will be held as scheduled, looking at the water of three autumns, the moon of nine days, the article is a wonderful thing, but it is also necessary to communicate with each other, meet friends with poetry, and promote the prosperity of our county's culture!

Hehe, without further ado, this year I am honored to invite my parents from Hanjiang County, Lord Li, everyone is welcome. An old man in simple clothes and an ancient style walked out and said loudly.

This old man is the only person in Hanjiang County, surnamed Sun Mingshan, and his name is Huaiyou.

When everyone in Chaotian Pavilion heard this, they were all surprised, although the Hanjiang Poetry Club was a grand event, but the head of a county usually does not come, and this year it was an exception.

Some people are ready to move in their eyes, and the county magistrate is here, so he must behave well and strive to leave a good impression on him.

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe and with a dignified face sitting on the side walked to the middle and began to speak.

"Dasheng has always emphasized the text, the so-called text can carry the Tao, the text can convey feelings, the text can be accessible, the text is interesting, not three words can be passed on, everyone should carry forward the subtlety of culture, spread the mystery of the scriptures, and promote the prosperity of the text."

Li Xianling spoke slowly, his voice was deep, and after he finished speaking, he beckoned, and a servant walked up to the stage holding a wooden plate covered with a red cloth.

"This Hanlin inkstone was obtained by accident, it is made of fine jade, and it is a thing used by Su Guanyun, the holy hand of poetry in this dynasty, and this time, it will be taken out as the color head of this poetry meeting." Li Xianling introduced with a light smile.

"Su Guanyun is a great writer of this dynasty, and the inkstones he uses are all treasures worth cherishing, and Lord Li is really generous."

"That's right, it's a family heirloom, if I can get ,......"

There was a lot of discussion at the bottom, and other high-ranking people also took out the items they had prepared one by one as lottery heads. But it's not as precious as what Master Li takes.

"Please come up with a question and start the poetry meeting." Lift people Sun Shan Road.

"Well, today's sky is high and cool, and the cold river is surging, so it's better to compose a poem with the theme of 'autumn'." Li Xianling stared out the window, but when he saw the mountains and forests, he couldn't help but move.

"Good!" The crowd applauded.

Immediately, a young man walked out and arched his hand: "Xiaosheng Han Wu, I will sacrifice my ugliness first, and throw bricks and jade for you." ”

After that, he chanted in his mouth: "The river is long in autumn, and even the dream is far away." The glow teases the forest warbler, and the lonely boat is old. A few people are far away, and a few are a little bit windy. Let's ask the sage month, when does the sun shine on my arms? ”

Han Wu chanted and wrote at the same time, and when he finished writing, everyone applauded.

"Good! Funny, lying, refining the magic of words, very vivid. ”

"I think the last sentence, the three characters of the sage month are the best, under the sage moon, the scholars read hard, what a beautiful scene."

Everyone praised it, and Han Wu was also proud, waving his hand at everyone, and said, "It's ugly, please bear with me." ”

Xing Meng felt that this poem could only be regarded as ordinary, but at the poetry meeting, under normal circumstances, unless it was particularly bad, most of the works would be mainly praised, so as not to make it impossible for those who came to the stage to come to the stage.

The poetry meeting continued, Xing Meng ate the peanuts in front of him, drank tea, and listened quietly, but he had no intention of going on stage.

Seeing this, Zhao Shangru was slightly anxious, this kind of poetry meeting, often the further back, the stronger the people who appeared, and now he is on stage to compose poems, even if the poems are ordinary, they can also win applause, but in the end, they can only harvest sighs.

One by one, the scholars took the stage, and when they got off the stage, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

"Adults, seniors, classmates, I have composed a poem "Autumn Travel", please give me advice." Yao Tianci took the stage with confidence.

"Qingxi white stone out, cold and red leaves. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet. ”

After Yao Tianci finished writing, everyone praised it, and even Li Xianling couldn't help nodding and said: "This poem is light and quiet, natural and empty, the front is white, and the sentence of wet clothes in the back describes the heavy emerald color in the mountains, as if it wants to flow out, making people feel wet." Wonderful! ”

"Thank you, sir." Yao Tianci said excitedly, turned his head to look at Xing Meng, and saw that he was still eating and drinking by himself, and couldn't help but feel angry.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and said: "My lord, I am a student of Zhao Shishu, and recently a classmate of my Shushu wrote a work of "Shi Shuo", without writing, speech, and style, all of which were rated as the best work by Zhao Shi, and the students are not talented, and it is better to be happy alone, so I want to make this work public. ”

"Oh, Mr. Zhao's evaluation of the best work? That's got to be a tasting. When Li Xianling heard this, there was interest in his eyes.

Although Zhao Shangru did not go well in the imperial examination and was only a showman, he was quite respected in the literati circle, not only with first-class calligraphy, but also with good poetry. was evaluated by him, which naturally aroused the curiosity of countless people.

"Yes." Zhao Shangru was stunned for a moment, looked at Yao Tianci deeply, and then nodded.

"Okay, then take it out and have a look." Li County ordered.

Yao Tianci took out the manuscript of "Shi Shuo" that had been prepared earlier from his arms, let people unfold it, and appeared in front of everyone.

"Ancient scholars must have teachers, teachers, preaching and teaching to solve doubts. Man is not born to know......"

After everyone read it, Li County's order was already suppressed and excited, and said: "I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to teach such a student, congratulations, I don't know if I have participated in this poetry meeting?" ”

"Naturally, it's still ......," Yao Tianci said impatiently.