After Liang Hong returned to his house, he handed over the moon cakes to his mother, and it was almost noon, and the mother and son had eaten - Liang Hong's father died early - and the two of them each ate two moon cakes, and Xu instructed Liang Hong:

"Hong'er, tomorrow is the day for the Liang family to worship their ancestors, tomorrow you and your mother will go to your third grandfather's side, no matter what they say, don't go to your heart first, first pay tribute to your father and the ancestors of the Liang family."

Liang Hong sighed, a little headache for the mess of Liang Hong before, but still said, "Got it, mother." ”

Although today is August 15, it is an ordinary day for Liang Hong, except for eating some moon cakes, in the afternoon, Liang Hong did not go anywhere, that is, he first began to write the biography of mortal cultivation of immortals at home, he gave a new title of the book "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals", he is ready to write 100,000 words, which is the first volume, and then take it to the bookstore to ask the price, and when the time comes, there is a manuscript in hand, and people can see the valuation.

In this way, I wrote in the evening, ate dinner, and wrote for two more hours before going to bed.

The county seat, also this night, Jinyuan - this is a garden funded by Zhao Heng, a big businessman in Xinxiang County, is a collection of some advantages of the north and south gardens, although this garden is not as good as those in the big city gardens, but it is also small and exquisite; At least in Xinxiang County, even in Weihui Mansion, it is one of the best gardens.

At this time, Jinyuan is holding a poetry meeting, which is called the Jinyuan Poetry Club, of course, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, and the natural theme is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

At this time, in the elder seat of the Jinyuan Poetry Club, an old man was reading a poem, and the literati in the audience, or the Qingqi people in the Qinglou and other female dependents, were all quiet at this time, listening to the old man reciting poems:

"The stars and the Han are far away, the poetry is the most free, the eight thousand roads are long, and only the wine is drunk to the old ......"

After the old man finished groaning, there was a burst of admiration below.

"For example, Brother Ang's song Yongyue can be said to be lyrical through the scene, and even the scene is blended, and the opening sentence in the name: 'The stars and the Han are far away, and the poetry is the most free', which is really a portrayal of our literati~"

"Not only that, but the sentence 'poetry is the most free', under the full moon of this flower, in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it seems to be arbitrary and open-minded, showing the poet's optimistic attitude towards life......"

"Brother Ruang......"

Listening to the field, many talented people were there to congratulate each other with the Yongyue poem, thinking that they had won a good Mid-Autumn Festival poem, Liu Qian'er in the women's seat was slightly flushed at this time, she was holding a roll of paper in her hand, then she stood up and walked towards the elderly seat, there were many female guests around her, looking at Liu Qian'er's actions, one of them said:

"Sister Qian'er, what good Mid-Autumn Festival poems have you written? Want to go to the elders and find them to appreciate? ”

Liu Qian'er smiled: "No, this is ...... Well, this is a poem by a child, I think it's very good, and I want to show a few elders. ”

"Well, Sister Qian'er, did you meet any great talents in the Proud Building?" The woman who spoke said, and blinked mischievously, this proud building is one of the big green buildings in Xinxiang County, and this Liu Qian'er is the Qingqi person inside.

The meaning of the Qing people is that the meaning of a high-class prostitute is that she knows how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and generally does not accept customers, but of course she has to pick up when she encounters it, such as a powerful person, or she can choose her own person to pick it up.

This is just a small place of the Qing people, in big cities, such as the capital, or like Yangzhou, Jiangning metropolis, these Qing people, pick up guests, generally do not sleep with them, only if they fall in love with someone can become a guest of the scene.

The gossip Hugh returned to the truth, but said that Liu Qian'er heard the woman say this, and immediately smiled: "No, it's the word that I met a son on the road today, and I met by chance." ”

The woman nodded, this woman is also a Qingqi person from a Qinglou in the county, and she is usually familiar with Liu Qian'er.

Liu Qian'er walked to the front of the elder's seat, and along the way, some literati took the initiative to give way, and occasionally said politely: "Miss Qian'er." ”

Liu Qian'er came to the elder seat, and there were a few people in the elder seat who obviously knew this Liu Qian'er, in fact, if Liang Hong was here, he would also recognize it, isn't this woman the one Liang Hong met in the Yellow River bookstore?

"I've met a few elders, I have a poem here, called "Water Tune Song Head", which is also a coincidence, not the poem I prepared for today's poetry meeting...... Hey, don't mention it, in short, this water tune song is excellent. ”

Liu Qian'er looked at several elders, first saluted, and then said.

In the elder seat, a middle-aged Confucian suddenly stood up at this time, and then solemnly took the scroll of words handed over by Liu Qian'er, then unfolded it and groaned softly:

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine......"

As soon as these two sentences groaned, he was still in a casual tone, but at this time, his eyes suddenly condensed, and then he was a little careless than before, and he was suddenly swept away!

He finished reading the whole word at a very fast speed, and after he finished reading it, he only stared at the last payment: Liang Hong? These two words snapped into view.

And beside him sat a middle-aged Confucian with a relatively majestic face, seeing his scene, he couldn't help asking: "Li County Order, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Ah, Lord Fuzun!" That Li County Ling suddenly woke up at this time, and said to the majestic middle-aged man: "I really lost my temper just now, and I hope that Lord Fuzun will forgive me." ”

It turned out that this Jinyuan poetry meeting, not only invited the county magistrate of the county to come here to cheer up, the prefect of Weihui Mansion also came, he actually coincided with the meeting, originally he was recently visiting friends in Xinxiang County, and happened to hear that there was a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting where the literati of the county would gather.

The prefect himself likes poetry the most, and when he heard that there was such a poetry meeting, it was the county order of the county who invited him, so he wore civilian clothes and participated in the Jinyuan poetry meeting with the county order.

The prefect of Weihui Mansion was named Xing Shangyuan, and when he saw Li County's order say this, he asked in surprise: "But what's wrong with this poem?" ”

At this time, Li Xianling handed the scroll to the criminal prefect and said, "Lord Fuzun will know it by looking at it." ”

Xing Shangyuan picked it up, first looked at it suspiciously, recited it silently in his heart, and quickly read it, at this time, his face had changed greatly, he exhaled a long breath, and said the word "good" three times in a row!

And at this time, some of the literati below also coaxed kindly: "Ming Gong, but are there any good poems?" It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with all! ”

Xing Shangyuan, son Kangming, so he was also respectfully called "Ming Gong".

He smiled, pointed at Li County's order, and said, "Li County's order, can you relieve everyone's hunger?" ”

At this time, there were still many noisy voices of literati below, and Li Xianling immediately stood up, ignoring the noisy voices of these literati, and immediately read out:

"When is the bright moon?"

After reading this sentence, the front row has already quieted down, and then the second sentence: "Ask Qingtian for wine!" People were quiet, but there was still a noisy sound, and the third sentence - "I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight?" ”

The scene is full, and the silence seems to be smelling the falling needle!!