Yu Yunwen, who was in the corner, laughed in a low voice: "You'an's poems have not circulated to the south, but I did hear the name of You'an's poems, and I can enjoy them tonight." ”

Xin Qiji was shocked.

Yu Yunwen saw Xin Qiji's expression and knew that something was wrong, so he asked, "You'an, what's wrong?" ”

Xin Qiji hesitated for a moment and said: "I didn't leave any poems for the dog, where did he get the poems, it's not that he wrote limericks at will, oh no, my son has a big idea, I'm afraid I'm going to lose face today." ”

Xin Qiji couldn't help but laugh, "No, I have to stop him!" ”

As he spoke, he was about to get up, but Yu Yunwen stopped him and said with a smile: "You are here, there is something discordant, come out and clarify, Ling Gongzi is only a seven-year-old child, and there are some things that everyone can understand." ”

Xin Qiji thought about it, but he was still worried.

But I heard Lu Ruli laugh and said: "It's good like this, Xin family man, you can recite it, let the big guy listen to it." ”

The people beside him all smiled and said, "That's it, hurry up and recite it." ”

Fan Zhongshu was a little nervous, and asked in a low voice, "Did Ling Zun really leave you a poem?" If not, don't mess around! ”

He knew that Xin Qiji's reception of Shangguan happened temporarily, and Xin Qiji may not have done a good job of poetry, but he didn't dare to be sure, after all, the preparation of poetry had been said a long time ago.

Xin Zhi smiled: "That's nature. ”

The two spoke in a low voice, but it caused Lu Ruli's dissatisfaction: "Xin Gongzi, what, is there any difficulty, why don't you take a pen and write it down?" ”

Xin Zhi looked back at Lu Ruli, in fact, he was a little surprised in his heart, he had done a business with the Lu family, and everyone got along well, even if there was some friction before, but the owner Lu Mengsun and he had released their suspicions, why did this Lu Ruli's eldest son target him?

He didn't know that Fan Caiping, who was planning a marriage for his father, was someone's dream lover, and people naturally hated the Xin family, so they had to criticize them.

Although he didn't know about this, Xin Zhen's way of doing things has always been that he is not afraid of challenges, and since someone wants to target the Xin family, then he must resolutely fight back.

Lu Ruli saw Xin Zhi looking at him, with a provocative look on his face.

Xin Zhi smiled and said, "It's all right, everyone listen......"

Everyone fell silent and looked at Xin Zhen.

Xin Qiji and Yu Yunwen also listened attentively.

Xin Zhen took a deep breath, and the first sentence was shocking.

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind! More blows down, stars like rain......"

Xin Zhi has a wealth of vocal skills, which is due to the fact that he participated in a poetry recitation competition in college, and once won the championship of the provincial poetry recitation competition.

This sentence makes people's minds full of fireworks scene, it happened to be late at night, someone began to set off fireworks outside, everyone looked out of the window, and their faces showed surprise.

- At this time, is it not in the right context?

Zhao Zhongyan's white beard trembled, and his eyes showed concern.

Xin Qiji's heart was full of mixed feelings, and from the first sentence he could confirm that this was not a word he wrote, and he had never written this sentence.

Yu Yunwen saw Xin Qiji's thoughts, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you write it?" ”

Xin Qiji shook his head.

Xin Zhi Qingyue's voice came again, this is the second sentence.

“…… BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night! ”

There are people sitting by the window looking out at the road, and sure enough, the gorgeous carriages and horses on the road seem to be dyed with fragrance in the wind, and there is more music, and all kinds of lanterns illuminate the darkness, making Jiangyin City become lively.

Before reciting the next words, Zhao Zhongyan whispered to Fan Zhongkui: "With this half of the words, it is enough to be passed down through the ages."

Xin Zhen observed the expressions of the crowd while chanting, and when he saw the expressions of the crowd, he made up his mind.

Of course, Xin Qiji didn't leave him poems, and of course he didn't know how to compose poems himself, so he could only steal Xin Qiji's words, and it couldn't be regarded as stealing, because the words were still on Xin Qiji's head.

What he is worried about is that because this Qingyu case is actually written on the first day of the first month, that is, the fifteenth day of the first month, and it is not the fifteenth day of August of the Mid-Autumn Festival at all.

But because this poem only crowns Yuan Xi at the beginning, there is no mention of time or Yuan Xi in the word, and Yuan Xi and the Mid-Autumn Festival have common characteristics, so they will go out to play and enjoy the lanterns.

So as long as this Qingyu case is crowned with the word Mid-Autumn Festival, it is not impossible to use it to pass off as the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The prosperous scene in the words made everyone sigh with emotion, and at the same time, they were also overwhelmed by Xin Qiji's talent.

Half a word vividly depicts the lively scene at this time, oh no, ten times more gorgeous than in reality!

Xin Zhen continued to chant loudly.

“…… Moth snow willow golden wisps. Laughter and dark fragrance to ......"

At this point, Xin Zhen's voice suddenly turned low, and then he raised his voice as if he had been surprised.

“…… The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, in the dim light! ”

"Wow!"

Everyone in Wangjianglou was in an uproar.

Zhao Zhongyan was so shocked that he pulled off his white beard.

Fan Zhongkui can be regarded as half a reader, and he also knows how to appreciate poetry, so he clapped his hands excitedly: "Okay, good!" ”

Lu Ruli's face turned red, and then turned pale and blue, and as soon as this word came out, all doubts were immediately broken.

Xin Qiji is indeed the holy hand in the word!

But what they didn't know was that Xin Qiji in the corner was dumbfounded.

How could I ever say such a thing!

Yu Yunwen heard Xin Qiji's denial that he was the lyricist, and when he saw Xin Qiji's expression, he was also shocked and puzzled: "You'an, you didn't make this word, who made it?" ”

Xin Qi swallowed his saliva, felt jerky in his mouth, and said, "I'm afraid the author is a dog." ”

Yu Yunwen Huo Ran turned his head, looked in the direction of Xin Zhi in shock, and then turned his head again: "If I'm not mistaken, you once said that he was only seven years old?" ”

After Xin Qiji's shock, great pride arose in his heart, and when he heard this, he nodded vigorously and said, "That's right, he is seven years old!" ”

Yu Yunwen was shocked: "I often hear that there are prodigies, but I have never seen such a prodigy, such a top resignation, even if the Great Su Bachelor was not able to do it when he was a teenager!"

You'an, your son is a genius, you have to train him well, maybe the Great Song Dynasty will have to rely on him in the future! ”

Xin Qiji grinned, and there was an urge to preach 'Xin Zhi is my son' in his heart, and then he smiled bitterly, because he remembered a scene, that is, when others saw him, they wanted to say loudly: This is Xin Qiji, the father of Xin Zhi!

It seems like...... It's not bad!

Xin Zhi didn't know that he wanted to use the name of 'Father Xin Qiji' to walk the world, but at this time, his father Xin Qiji actually had the same thoughts as him, if he knew this, he would probably smile as bitterly as Xin Qiji.

Dad, I'm going to borrow your name to eat, and you use my name to eat, what is this?

Tonight's Zhao Zhongyan commented on a lot of poems, but this word does not need to be commented on, because everyone's performance is enough to prove that this song is tonight's champion.

Zhao Zhongyan sighed with emotion, which can be regarded as a summary statement.

He said: "I thought that Su Zizhan's water tune song head was already the Mid-Autumn Festival swan song, but tonight Xin Tong's Qingyu case was not far behind, and from now on, Su Daxue's water tune song head will no longer be unique in the past!"

However, Xin Gongzi, the old man still has questions for you, noncommittal? ”

Xin Zhen's heart suddenly burst, thinking that the old gentleman could see something flawed, and hurriedly said: "The words are written by my father, if Mr. Zhao asks deeply, the kid is afraid that he will not be able to answer." ”

He first laid the groundwork, and if he asked deeply, he said that he didn't know.

Zhao Zhongyan said with a smile: "The scenery in the words was also able to be seen just now, how did Ling Zun write it?" ”

Hearing this, Xin Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "My father once traveled to Bianjing, although Bianjing has gone through war, but the prosperity is still there, this scene is what he saw when he traveled to Bianjing, and the people in it were looking for him thousands of times." Suddenly looking back, the person was there, and the lights were dim, but it was my father's remembrance of his homeland. ”

Zhao Zhongyan and the others' faces suddenly showed admiration.

Zhao Zhongyan sighed and said: "Yes, the homeland of the family and the country is in that dim light, but if we want to go back, I'm afraid it will be difficult......"

Fan Zhongkui hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhao! ”

Zhao Zhongyan woke up, shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Thirty years have passed in a blink of an eye, the old man still remembers the prosperity of Tokyo back then, and today's Xin Tong's words perfectly reproduce the prosperity of Tokyo back then.

Alas, how do they know that the prosperity of Tokyo is beyond their imagination, and now that I have this poem, I can go back and tell them, you look at this poem, Tokyo was so prosperous back then, this is more convincing than anything else! ”

Zhao Zhongyan's comment can be regarded as giving a coffin conclusion, so that people who are addicted to the artistic conception of the word completely recognize the status of this poem.

"It's indeed another Mid-Autumn Festival song, I'm afraid it's not much better than the water tune song! Well, we're witnessing history! But if it is written in the family tree, it can be regarded as a name in history, haha! ”

"Yes, Xin Tong Judgment is indeed the dragon in the word, as soon as this word comes out, I am afraid that the name of Xin Tong Judgment will spread all over the Great Song Dynasty!"

When Xin Qijian heard this, he wanted to stand up and tell everyone loudly that this was done by my son, not me, but he was stopped by Yu Yunwen.

Yu Yunwen pulled Xin Qiji and quietly walked out of the restaurant, as soon as Xin Qiji came out, he asked anxiously: "Mr. Yu, what are you doing?" ”

Yu Yunwen smiled: "Do you want to deny that you are a lyricist?" ”

Xin Qiji nodded and said: "That's nature, this is not what I did, but what my son did, how can I take the glory of my son?" ”