At about eight o'clock in the evening, the lobby on the first floor was already overcrowded, Xu Jianping was sitting in the private room at the moment, Chen Yibing was still fighting with Qiu Xiang, you and me, Qian Zhutou in the left sentence of the two girls "Uncle, you are so burly", and the right sentence "You are a real man", has forgotten what Shicai said about investigating the people of Miaojiang.

"Woo, woo, woo"

A deafening sound of ships came, and the river surged, constantly hitting the riverside of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, if it weren't for the stone foundation underneath or even solid, this wooden attic would not be able to withstand a few impacts.

It turned out that a wing of the boat went down the Xiangjiang River, went here, anchored and stood, there were several sons and daughters standing at the head of the ship, the leader was dressed in a jujube red straight robe, and the placket and cuffs were embroidered with royal blue silk threads with Tengyun Xiang pattern, it was the new champion Shangguan Jin, in the noise of the crowd, this person came out of the crowd, his hands arched in front of him, and said in high spirits:

"Concubine Xiaoxiang, fortunately not dishonored, come as promised, and respectfully ask the concubine to move to Kyoto."

In the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, a group of Jiangnan literati and scholars were surging and in an uproar, and this girl was going to take the first beauty in Jiangnan to Kyoto. Even if you are the champion today, the chief of the Great Han Jixia School Palace, and the top of the list of the people in the world, it will not work, and the concubine Xiaoxiang can only belong to Jiangnan.

In the pavilion, one person came out of the crowd, stood on the bank of the river, opposite it across the river, and bowed his hand and said: "Brother Shangguan, farewell to Kyoto, don't come unharmed, the land of the south of the Yangtze River, Zhong Lingyuxiu, there are many capable people and strange people, Brother Shangguan is afraid that he will be disappointed today." ”

Shangguan Jin overlooked the people in the lower cabinet, and said proudly: "Brother Huangfu, don't say that this remote place in the south of the Yangtze River, looking at today's Han literary world, those who can enter my eyes, except for Mr. Qi, are all dust, if it weren't for the Huangfu brother's age, maybe there would be no Southern Huangfu, and Northern Shangguanzhi said." ”

Huangfu Rui: The second in the list of people in the world, the son of the Huangfu family in Jiangnan, two in his thirties, the chief of Hongdu Sect School, three years ago, he and Shangguan Jin debated Confucian etiquette in the Kyoto Guozi Prison for three days and three nights, and then his skills were inferior, and he gave up the top seat of the world's scholars.

Huang Furui was almost unsteady by this choking tone, and fell down the Xiangjiang River, "You, you, good, and look at how you fell off the altar here today." ”

Everyone in the cabinet is full of righteous indignation at the moment, and they share the same hatred, and today they represent the cultural heritage of Jiangnan, and they cannot afford to miss the slightest. It was rare for hundreds of people to be quiet, and they thought that they would find peace of mind for the next trip to Wendou.

Shaoqing, on the third floor, walked out of a girl in yellow, cardamom years, tied with two small ponytails, holding a piece of paper in her hand, and said with a straight face: "Today my young lady said, if you are interested, each of you will make a poem, and the best one is the person who is the person of today's young lady's wedding ceremony." ”

With that, he retreated.

After a while, there were maids who sent a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone to each elegant seat.

Xu Jianping's table, Qian Zhutou has more than enough heart but not enough strength, let alone make a poem, even if he is asked to write his full name, the three words can be wrong. Although Chen Yibing has been in the place of fireworks for a long time, in the past, ordinary poems and songs, not to mention easy to come, at least he can make up one or two, but today Qiuxiang is in his arms, and the resentful eyes tightly grasp Chen Yibing's hands, so that he can only look at the pen and sigh, so the two can only aim at Xu Jianping.

Xu Jianping raised his eyes and looked at the people on the boat, and then looked at the people in the pavilion who were struggling to write, the corners of his mouth grinned, he threw aside the pen, ink and paper inkstone, picked up a pot of wine, and poured it into his mouth wantonly.

Qian Zhutou and Chen Yibing looked at each other, and said secretly in their hearts: "Isn't this guy okay there?" Even Concubine Xiaoxiang is not very interested? ”

The breeze is coming, how many years of recklessness have been blown, and how many red dust has been blown through the past.

In the end, only two poems remained, each with its own supporters.

One of them is made by Huang Furui: Night Tour in Xiaoxiang.

Light Raffle face rouge flower, slender waist jade with dancing veil, not like what is in the world, looking back and smiling at the stars, and Er drinking Xiaoxiang night, since then the dream of returning to the boat is long, the plum blossoms on the ridge invade the snow dark, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers is also blown.

The second is made by Shangguan Jin: a beautiful woman in the south.

There are beautiful women in the south of the country, and they are like peaches and plums. Towards the north bank of the river, stay in Xiaoxianglan at night. The vulgar is thin and beautiful, who is the one who has bright teeth. Pitching the years is approaching, and glory is difficult to last long.

Night tour Xiaoxiang, a sentence of plum blossoms on the ridge invaded the snow dark, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers was still whisked when returning, full of cordial blessings and beauty for close friends.

The beauty of the south, looking up to the twilight of the year, the glory is difficult to last long. In an instant, the years passed, but the beauty of youth is difficult to last forever. The end of this sentence was written directly into the hearts of all the women in the Qinglou. No one wants to live in the land of fireworks for a lifetime, and in the end, the years will pass easily, and the years will not come again.

This may be the reason why Qinglou women love talented people (scumbags) more, because they really know how to control women's hearts.

Originally, the literary contest was voted by the literati on the spot, and the two poems were equal, and it was difficult to distinguish between them, even though most of the people present were Jiangnan people, but the style of the literati made him not favor Huang Furui.

Whether it is Shangguan Jin at the end of the boat or Huang Furui on the bank of the Xiangjiang River, they are standing proudly at this moment, this is the arrogance of the literati.

It's just that this is not the arrogance of the big man!

"Ha, ha, ha, ha."

Xu Jianping looked up to the sky and roared, only to see that he was holding a long knife in his left hand, holding a wine jug high in his right hand, exposing his mind, walking to the river, and looking up to drink. In the throat, "goo, goo" kept pouring into this excellent burning knife, as if drinking the water of the Xiangjiang River.

Everyone was attracted by his feats of dissolute wreckage, Xu Jianping also carelessly, put down the wine jug, and said to the two: "How fortunate I am Xu Jianping today to be able to meet Yan Liangwen and ugliness in the Han literary world at the same time. ”

Halfway through speaking, he turned around and stretched out his right hand to slide all the way from left to right, "A literati who claim to be a great man, in a certain opinion, are just a group of rural puppets and the like, this is the misfortune of the literary world, the sorrow of the great man!" ”

After everyone heard this, the crowd rose up and stood up one after another, if it weren't for the fact that Xu Jianping didn't dare to move the long knife in his hand, I am afraid that he would have already jumped and pounced on it and divided it into hundreds of pieces.

Xu Jianping's words completely angered the people below, and even Chen Yibing, who prides himself on being a bit literary on weekdays, wants to rush over and punch him.

Shangguan Jin was obviously also angered by his words, and asked angrily on the boat: "Who are you, what do you mean, if you don't wait for me and wait for a proper answer, today's things will not be good!" ”

Xu Jianping patted the wine stains on his clothes, faced the north, raised his long knife from afar, and scolded loudly: "I don't mean anyone, you are all first-class bachelors, although you have not yet entered the official office, but the literati must have the consciousness of the literati, you are the bachelor of the Han Dynasty, the backbone of the future of the Han Dynasty, the thirteen states of Youyun in the north, how many Han people's families are ruined, how many people are homeless, and the poems you write today are all children's private feelings, looking for flowers and asking willows, I am sad!" People all over the world, it's heartbreaking! ”

As soon as these words came out, all the people present looked sideways and hid their faces in shame.

Shangguan Jin stood directly on the bow of the boat, his heart was shocked, and he didn't dare to speak.

Huang Furui directly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times: "Thank you, Mr. for mentioning today, remember it for a lifetime!" ”

Xu Jianping looked at the people present, looked at the silent sky in the distance, and shouted: Poetry, do this:

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!

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