At the beginning of the quarrel between the two scholars, many people were already ready to leave by boat, and they really couldn't afford to lose this face.

Some people scolded even more, not at those scholars in Yucheng, but at the people on their own side.

Originally, they had high hopes, but they didn't want to lose so badly, which made them feel disgraced, and naturally they didn't want to stay any longer.

But at this time, I suddenly saw three red lanterns rising on the flagpole, which were the lanterns on the side of Sioux City, which were completely different from the yellow lanterns in Yucheng.

Everyone asked suspiciously, "Someone from Suzhou City has made another move?" I don't know who it is? ”

"It doesn't matter who he is, it's not a loss in the end, let's go, lest I have to be embarrassed again in a while. I don't want to look at the faces of those Yucheng people anymore. When everyone thought about it, they all thought that the three poems that were hung up must have been hung up in anger after the scholars on the side of Suzhou City were provoked.

It must not be a masterpiece, if it is a masterpiece, it is estimated that it will be hung up a long time ago, and it will not be taken out until the people in Yucheng start to ridicule.

The crowd shook their heads, feeling that there was no need to inflict any more humiliation, so they boarded the boats one after another, and prepared to go ashore and leave.

But at this time, the voice of the little guy reading the poem in the distance came high and low,

“…… I don't know what to do when I'm drunk...... Water...... Boat Dream ...... River. "It was still a little far away, and the crowd didn't hear it very clearly, but someone noticed that some people had already started to go back.

At this time, another little guy ran over and said to a few powerful adults here: "My lord, there are good poems, there are good poems." One asked, "What good poetry?" The little guy pointed to the flagpole,

"They said there were three good poems just hung on it." The little guy didn't know poetry, but he heard that those three poems were good poems, and knew that these adults must be very interested, so he ran over to tell him.

One frowned and asked, "What was written?" The little guy said embarrassedly: "The little one can't remember, but listening to the son of the Xu family and the young lady of the Zhao family, they all say that it is a good poem, and I am amazed." Why don't you go back and see again? "A few people on the boat looked at each other, and finally felt that it was better to go, in case it was really a good poem, and Sioux City was expected to turn around?

Several people went ashore together, and before they could go over, another servant came over with a transcribed poem.

"Your Excellency, please see." One of them took it, and the people next to him also craned their necks to look. It's okay not to look at this, but my eyes widened when I saw it, and my face was full of surprise.

Then a group of people took the paper and went straight to their original position. There was already a lot of noise inside, and as soon as these three poems were recited, the audience fell silent, and only after a moment did it erupt into an earth-shattering cheer.

The scholars of Su Cheng looked at each other, and they were all asking,

"Which classmate is it?"

"Is there a payment on it?" …… The people over there in Yucheng are also asking,

"Who's doing this? was able to write such a high-spirited poem. Brother Zhao, you have close contacts with the people in Suzhou City, do you know who wrote this? One shook his head,

"I don't know, I've already asked the people over there, but I don't know who it is." One said: "Hey, it must be a hermit in Sioux City, I can't imagine that if I don't make a move, it will be such a thunderous shock." Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid I'm going to lose this poetry meeting. "Some people want to argue, but they don't know how to argue, whether the other party's poetry is good or bad, these people have been immersed in this way for a long time, and they can naturally see it at a glance.

They all sighed to themselves, shook their heads and sighed. The people here in Sucheng seized the opportunity, and Xu Liangji asked with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen from Jiangbei, can we write these poems in Jiangnan?" Can you get into the eyes of a few great talents? The people of Yucheng snorted coldly and didn't speak.

Xu Liangji was not addicted, and continued: "Oh, looking at a few people who don't speak, they must still look down on us literati in the anointed land. Oh, no, all of our Jiangnan real estate is some wine bags and rice bags, how can there be any literati. This is a response to the ridicule of those Yucheng scholars before.

A few people in Yucheng snorted coldly, unconvinced, but there was no way to refute it. At first, they said that there were no literati in the land south of the Yangtze River, and they couldn't write anything good.

Now, they have hung up three poems at once, and each of them is a height that they can't reach.

What does this make them say anything, they can only snort incompetently. …… The disciple is like this, and as a teacher, he will naturally not let go of this opportunity to fight back.

Xu Fuzi smiled and said, "Brother Dong, how are these clumsy songs of our Su Cheng?" I don't think it's well written, what do you think? Hey, Brother Dong, don't you don't speak, why don't you speak? Speak...... "Master Dong clenched his fists and wanted to beat people.

…… Long Xixuan took a piece of paper, handed it to Zhang Ningyun, and asked, "Ningyun, how do you see this poem?" Zhang Ningyun had already heard the vibration sound outside, and wanted to see what kind of poem it was, which would cause such a big response.

When I picked it up, my originally quiet and leisurely expression trembled instantly. A pair of wonderful eyes widened, and the pretty nose fluttered,

"This ...... Who did this come from? Long Xixuan asked, "Is it well written?" She didn't look at it before, she just cared about letting Zhang Ningyun see it.

Zhang Ningyun handed her the poem, and Long Xixuan took it and read it.

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles, this sentence is so majestic." And I read the rest of the sentences, until the end,

"After Xuan Yu can be afraid, her husband is not young. What a crazy tone. Ningyun, I like this poem. Zhang Ningyun didn't answer, and whispered a few words to a small guy next to him, who nodded and left quickly.

Long Sixuan read the rest of the poems again, and couldn't help but admire again and again,

"Ha, I can't believe that someone can write such a beautiful poem, especially this poem, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. I like it so much, Ning Yun, what do you think? Zhang Ningyun didn't answer, just looked at the field.

A moment later, Zhang Ling ran over,

"Sister, are you looking for me?" Seeing Long Sixuan again, he smiled slightly,

"Sister Xuan is good." Long Sixuan smiled back. Zhang Ningyun got straight to the point and asked, "Who wrote these three poems?" Is it your classmate? Can you introduce me to me? I want to meet him. "It is somewhat inappropriate for a woman to take the initiative to meet a man she has never met, even if the current atmosphere is not conservative, but it is rare, especially the children of these big families.

It can be seen how interested Zhang Ningyun is in the people who can write these three poems. Zhang Ling was also surprised, he didn't expect that his sister, who had always been calm and quiet, would take the initiative to say such things.

But he didn't have time to think about it, just shook his head and said: "I don't know who wrote it, the people over there are still asking, and I'll tell you when there is a result in a while." Zhang Ningyun was puzzled,

"Isn't it a classmate with you?" Zhang Ling shook his head,

"The people on our ship were only worried about quarreling with people before, and no one used their pen, it should be people from other boats." Zhang Ningyun pulled the green silk,

"Who could that be?" It's not just her who asks, everyone inside is asking. Some of them were short-tempered, and they even grabbed the person who hung the lantern and asked that the poem was for them.

After waiting for a reply, they ran to another boat together, followed by those scholars from Suzhou City and those from Yucheng.

A group of people actually swarmed onto the same boat, and instantly reduced the draft of that ship by several inches. Wan Yuxuan smiled helplessly at this and looked back at Ke Peiling.

Xu Fuzi and Dong Fuzi also looked over, and Xu Fuzi spoke first: "Ask and ask, it turns out that the sky is far away and close in front of you, Pei Ling, you wrote this poem?" Ke Peiling got up, arched her hand towards Master Xu, and then arched her hand to the scholars who came around, and then said: "How can the concubine have this ability, this is not what I did." Xu Fuzi stroked his beard,

"Not you? Could it be him? Stretching out his hand to point at Wan Yuxuan, the latter was flattered, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "It can't be me, it's not me, it's not me......" Everyone thought about it, what kind of goods is this Wan Yuxuan, a thing that makes women happy with his skin, how can he write such poems, who will believe it.

Xu Fuzi asked: "Pei Ling, don't spare us, tell us who did it, everyone is in a hurry." In fact, he was in a hurry, he really wanted to see who could make these three poems with completely different artistic conceptions and superb writing, and he really wanted to visit one or two, which was the same as Zhang Ningyun.

Ke Peiling saw that everyone was looking at her, and the atmosphere was almost over, so she said: "These poems were not written by me, but by a friend of mine. "If nothing else, let's establish a relationship between the two.

Whether they agree or not, as long as everyone thinks so, there will be no problem. Xu Fuzi asked curiously, "Your friend?" I wonder which of your friends it is? "Ke Peiling's friends, he knows them all, even if he doesn't know them, he has heard of them.

I've never heard of anyone with such literary talents. Ke Peiling said calmly: "I don't know his name, I only know that he is the owner of Half of the Gate, these poems were brought to me by the way when he gave me a gift today, so that I can show you to taste and taste, I want you to see how well it is written." "After that, he smiled slightly,

"Gentlemen, can these poems of his still be eye-catching?" Everyone has different looks, and they are so well written, they are all overwhelmed, can they not be eye-catching?

However, they soon paid attention to another problem, which was to write that this person was the owner of half of the door, and half of the door.

Dong Fuzi opened his mouth and said: "Master Ke, with your connections, I wonder if you can introduce us to us?" We all want to meet the owner. ”

"Yes, Ke Da is in charge, can you help us introduce you?" The people behind responded one after another, wanting to meet this suddenly born talent.

Ke Peiling was puzzled: "I'm really sorry for you, it's not that I don't want to introduce you, but that one seems to be intent on keeping it mysterious, I have asked them before, but I haven't received an answer until now." Presumably he didn't want to show his face yet. Dong Fuzi said: "Do you want to ask us again?" He thought that Ke Peiling's identity might not be enough, and he, a Confucian with the name of a master, might be qualified to let the other party come to see him.

Ke Peiling naturally understood, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll pass the word for the master." He glanced at Wan Yuxuan on the side, who immediately retreated.

The rest of the people had nothing to do, so they stood together and waited silently, all wanting to see this great talent who had never shown up.

In the distance, Zhang Ningyun, who had been waiting for a long time, finally waited for his younger brother to come, and asked directly without waiting for the other party to speak first: "Who is it?" Zhang Ling said: "I don't know what the name is, I only know that it is the owner of half of the door, and she is friends with the owner of Luomei Garden, she has sent someone to invite, I believe she will come over soon." Zhang Ningyun nodded, knowing that this place was not far from the half of the door.

It's just that I still have some doubts,

"Half the door?" He looked down at the half bowl of yujiang on the table again, and fell into deep thought.

Half doors. Long Zhan leaned back on the recliner, holding the back of his head with both hands, looking at the stars. In winter, the starry sky is cleaner, and even the moon is a little brighter.

"Presumably, the poetry club in the garden is already lively." Long Zhan suddenly said: "I don't know the gift I prepared, that person is not satisfied. ”

"The gift you said was the jar of wine?" Huo Conghan sat on the side and helped Long Zhan add a handful of firewood to the brazier beside him.

She is a martial artist, her body is hard, and she is basically not afraid of the cold, but Long Zhan can't, Long Zhan is very afraid of the cold, so when she stays in the yard, she will always put a brazier next to her.

And he was very lazy, so the task of adding firewood fell to Huo Conghan. Huo Conghan felt that it was nothing, anyway, there was nothing to do, something convenient.