At night. The garden has already begun to come alive, and there is a small lake on the side, on which there are several large boats connected to it, and the poetry meeting is held there.

There are also many small boats on the side, and some talented people take advantage of the sunset to take beautiful women to take a boat trip to the lake, so happy.

In the garden, there are lanterns lit everywhere, colorful, and beautiful. In a room on the ship, Xu Fuzi and Dong Fuzi had a very happy conversation, the two have known each other for many years, and they naturally have endless words to say when they meet this time.

It's just that at this moment, Zhang Ling walked in quickly, arched his hand towards the two, and then said, "Teacher, Master Dong, the time has come." ”

"Got it, you go down." Xu Yanghui sat up straight and said with a smile: "Old guy, I can't wait, haven't you been waiting for this time for a long time?" ”

"Brother, that's wrong, do you see that my face is half anxious?" Master Dong pointed to his old face,

"It's just a poetry club, a bunch of kids playing games, you think I'm going to take it seriously?" Xu Fuzi said with a smile: "Since Brother Dong won't take it seriously, I will be biased towards Su Cheng Shizi a few points at that moment, and let Su Cheng Shizi win once." Anyway, you Yucheng have won several times, and it's nothing to lose once. Master Dong's face changed greatly,

"Old horseman, if you dare to mess around, I'll fight with you." Xu Fuzi said: "Look at you, why are you in a hurry when you talk about it, isn't it just a group of children's games, what should you be serious." "Master Dong's old face is flushed,

", then my words will block me, don't talk nonsense with me here, if you dare to mess around for a while, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people. Our students in Yucheng have been preparing for a long time, just wait for today, how can they let you mess around. Give me a moment to be realistic, or I'll have to stand up to you. Xu Fuzi laughed and said: "Brother Dong's temper is still so impatient, he can't afford to joke." Presumably, your students have suffered a lot under your hands, right? Dong Fuzi said: "If you have to endure hardship, you will become a master, our Yucheng land is poor and cold, and you can't live if you can't endure hardship." If they want to make a difference in the future, they must endure what ordinary people can't endure, so that they can achieve something. Xu Fuzi was noncommittal, got up and said: "My students are bad, they are all lazy and lazy, and they are half-hearted even if they are familiar with the scriptures and meanings on weekdays, and none of them have become successful." It seems that this time we have had another crushing defeat in Sioux City. Master Dong's anger eased slightly, and he said: "Brother Xu's Bogu is all over the present, and the economy is absolutely unique, so you should supervise more students." Xu Fuzi shook his head,

"The students are older, and they don't want to listen to me, an old man, I can't control it, and I don't want to take care of it, let them go." Mr. Dong still wanted to persuade him again, but Mr. Xu had already reached out to invite,

"Okay, Brother Dong, let's go, the students are waiting." People come and go in the painting boat, talented and beautiful people talk happily, and there are more singers and dances in the green building, which helps the poetry club.

Although it is winter and the weather is freezing, the interest of everyone is not low. The ladies of the various mansions came and went in an endless stream, sometimes talking softly, sometimes smiling, sometimes red-faced, sometimes chasing and fighting...... Daning's atmosphere is not too conservative, even if some of the ladies are beautiful, they can also show up and go out to play.

Like today's poetry club, in fact, there are more women here, and many powerful people will bring their daughters over.

Some people are even going to those talented people, if they can promote marriage and tie the knot, then everyone will be happy.

Therefore, the women of the Poetry Club tonight are all dressed exquisitely, even those who are already married to women, they will be carefully dressed.

If you think that talent is outstanding, and you happen to have the opportunity to invite a conversation or two, you won't be ashamed of yourself because of improper makeup.

Most of the time, these women look at men's minds the same way men look at women.

The poetry meeting was about to begin, and in the distance, a painting boat approached, and a large group of women came down. These are the daughters of several top gate lords in Suzhou City, such as the Long family represented by the Luochen family, the Guan family of the City Lord's Mansion, the Zhang family of the imperial court, and the Fan family, the same family, the Xu family, and the Zhao family...... A small boat carried more than 30 people.

As soon as these people leaned over, they immediately attracted the attention of many scholars. The children of the gate lord clan may not necessarily look better than ordinary people, but the fine skin and tender meat that have been raised for many years are not comparable to the children of ordinary people.

As the saying goes, one white covers a hundred ugliness. How many of these gate valve women are not white? When these got on the big boat, they immediately greeted the talented people.

These women of the family did not shy away from it, introducing greetings one by one, and talking happily with each other. At this moment, a bunch of fireworks exploded in the dark night sky, and the brilliant colors immediately attracted all the attention.

"The poetry meeting has begun, let's go over quickly." It was proposed. Everyone nodded their heads and walked towards the center together.

Along the way, you can see unlit lanterns hanging all around, and the layer of paper covering the outside of the lantern is as thin as a cicada's wings, almost transparent.

After a while, the poems written by these people will be transcribed on it, and when they are lit, they will be hung on a long pole.

At that time, the poem with the most applause will be hung on the top of the long pole to signal the victory. After everyone entered the venue, they each found a place to sit down, in fact, there was someone here to receive them, and they would be arranged to a specially selected position.

No matter how happy the conversation was before, at this time, it is also necessary to divide the camp, and in addition, the various classes must also be separated, among which there are thousands of Taos, which will not be introduced one by one.

A piece to the east. A cousin of Long Zhan, who is now the daughter of the person in charge of the Long family, Long Sixuan pulled the arm of a woman next to her and said with a smile: "Ning Yun, do you have a fancy for these talents?" I heard that those talented people in Yucheng are very talented and learned, and they are also good-looking, are there any who can get into your eyes? "The woman who was pulled by the arm and looked demure was Zhang Ling's sister, and she was also a famous talented woman in Suzhou City.

If it weren't for her daughter, I am afraid that the Zhang family would focus on cultivating this person. Zhang Ningyun chuckled and said, "People haven't begun to reveal it yet, why are you so talented about those people?" Long Sixuan said: "I heard about it, and I have read some of the poems they wrote, which is indeed very good." Haven't you inquired before? Not curious about them? Zhang Ningyun was puzzled: "Why am I asking about this?" Long Xixuan's arms holding Zhang Ningyun tightened, and some turbulent small breasts rubbed on Zhang Ningyun's arms,

"Hey, are you a real scripture or a fake one, a genius, a man, can you resist being curious?" Zhang Ningyun smiled quietly,

"A group of people who sell their reputations, what is there to be curious about." Long Sixuan looked shocked,

"Ning Yun, why do you think so?" Zhang Ningyun said lightly: "If these people are really talented, do they still need to come to this poetry meeting?" Those who come to participate in the poetry meeting are not all to gain a reputation and compete for a prize. How good can it be to pull out the general? This is said plainly, but there is a domineering spirit invisibly.

Long Xixuan looked incredulous, and didn't understand why Zhang Ningyun would say such a thing, but she didn't dare to refute it.

It's not that I'm afraid of the other party's power, but that people have real talent and learning, and the famous talented woman in Sioux City has not only been recognized by the scholars in Sioux City, but also praised by Master Xu, saying that she has everyone's style, and the old prime minister's legacy shows her talent and learning.

Long Xixuan smiled awkwardly and asked again, "What about Jingshan?" How is his writing? Zhang Ningyun shook his head,

"He's not very good at writing poems and lyrics, but he writes well." This evaluation is impartial and consistent with Xu Fuzi's evaluation of Zhang Ling.

Long Sixuan said: "Then today's poetry meeting, won't our Su City lose again?" Zhang Ningyun didn't care about this and didn't reply.

Long Sixuan suddenly said: "Ning Yun, why don't you write a poem and hang it up?" Let those men see that in addition to those male talents, we also have a female talent in Sioux City. How is it? Zhang Ningyun was quite moved, if he could overwhelm the talents of Sucheng and Yucheng in one fell swoop on such an occasion, it would seem to be an interesting matter.

But thinking of doing this, it is possible to embarrass his younger brother and Xu Fuzi, just think about it.

"Hey, here we go." Long Sixuan saw that a lantern had been hung on the flagpole not far away, and a man with a strong voice next to him read the poem aloud, so that some people would not be able to read the words on the lantern clearly because of their poor strength.

In fact, the lantern was not large, and not many people could see it clearly, so most people only knew what was written after listening to the man read it.

Of course, there are some people who stand so far away that they can't even hear the sound clearly, and there are people who write poems and send them down for those who come after them to read.

Most of the people who are close are men, and most of them are women in the periphery, that is, Zhang Ningyun and Long Sixuan have noble status, so guess they chose a close place.

However, Long Xixuan still took the poem from the hands of the people on the side and watched it, and it always didn't sound like it seemed to have a feeling, after all, the text was special.

After Long Xixuan read it, he handed it to Zhang Ningyun and asked, "Ningyun, take a look." Zhang Ningyun took a look, and immediately said lightly: "The rhetoric is gorgeous and unsightly." Eight words can be regarded as killing this poem.

At the same time, after Xu Fuzi and Dong Fuzi saw it, they also shook their heads slightly. As for the others, except for the occasional cheers from the people who belong to the same camp, the rest of the people did not react much, and at this time, without a few sarcasms, they were already saving face.

A man lost his soul and said: "Hey, I've embarrassed Su Cheng again, this head shouldn't be opened." This poem was written by him, and this person's name is Xu Liangji, who is Zhang Ling's classmate.

Zhang Ling comforted: "Brother Xu has the courage to start this, which is already very good, at least the courage is commendable." Xu Liangji smiled bitterly: "It's like Brother Zhang is really praising me." And he lifted up his head again,

"I don't know what poems Yucheng will compose." Everyone looked at the opposite side again, wanting to see Yucheng's performance.

At this time, Ke Peiling and Wan Yuxuan had also arrived, and the position was naturally arranged in the front row, close to Xu Fuzi.

After arching his hand to Master Xu, he saluted Master Dong, and then exchanged a few words of greeting, and then sat down and began to watch the play.

Wan Yuxuan took a piece of paper from a subordinate at this time and handed it to Ke Peiling,

"The opening poem was written by one of our talented men in Sioux City." Ke Peiling glanced at it, her face full of disgust. After seeing the poems of Long Zhan, how can I still see these.

Just take it away. Wan Yuxuan laughed dryly, then found a seat, sat behind Ke Peiling, and quietly waited for those poems to come out.