Indeed, when he knew that the world's number one talent was coming to Yuhang, the talented and beautiful women of the entire Yuhang and even the pawns of the peddlers were expecting Li Yong to leave poems in Yuhang, Wang Quan said with a smile.

"If Huating Hou can write a poem, this must be a good story that has been passed down through the ages!"

The Yuhang beauties of Yingying Yanyan have moved, laying paper, paperweight, grinding ink, all of them are hot-eyed Li Yong, looking forward to Li Yong's poems, what Oiran contest, what Mid-Autumn Festival feast, Li Yong seriously suspects that these people are coveting his poems and texts for such a big battle, and they simply roast him on the fire! The group of people on the Cai Building were staring at him with burning eyes, especially those Yuhang beauties, looking at him with affectionate eyes one by one, it was really hard to refuse! Moreover, the entire West Lake River is crowded with people tonight, if he doesn't leave a poem, then how will the people of Yuhang pass on him in the future? However, fortunately, as soon as he thinks of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a poem that comes to mind in his mind, that is, Su Dongpo's famous poem through the ages - water tune song head, although Su Dongpo's water tune song head is written to his younger brother, but later generations are also used in love, so at this moment, Li Yong used this poem is also very appropriate, and it is very in line with his mood at the moment, because he really misses Li Lizhi who is far away in Chang'an, Li Xueyan and other women in Huating County, under the expectation of everyone, Li Yong got up and smiled.

"Although I have the false name of the world's first talent, but in fact, I rarely write poems, but sometimes I feel it, and I only occasionally write one, but since Yuhang's parents and fellow villagers are looking forward to it so much, I will be ugly, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I also have feelings, touching the scene!"

Suddenly, the eyes of all the Yuhang beauties lit up, feeling brighter than the bright moon in the sky, and the news spread quickly, Wang Qingyun and other sons of the family were not qualified to climb the Cai Lou, but they also gathered in the best position under the Cai Lou to watch the song and dance, so when Li Yong decided to compose a poem, they immediately got the news, Wang Qingyun was very surprised when he heard it.

"Li Yong actually agreed to write a poem? He doesn't write poetry easily, it seems that Yuhang's beauties are really exciting! Unexpectedly let Li Yong write poems! ”

Yu Hang Lin said with a smile.

"I don't know how many Yuhang talents write poems today, and they may not be able to make Li Yong steal the limelight!"

Wang Qingyun shook his head and smiled.

"It's not that I look down on Yu Hang's talent, you are blown out of your reputation as Li Yong's number one talent in the world?"

Lin Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Of course, Li Yong's reputation as the world's first talent is not a false name, but it is impossible for people to have amazing talent all the time, even if it is a poet, not every poem is a masterpiece that is famous all over the world!"

Everyone couldn't help but nod when they heard this, this is also true, Wang Qingyun snorted.

"How could it not be? Each of Li Yong's poems is a masterpiece that is enough to be famous for eternity! ”

Lin Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Then let's wait and see!"

People who love poetry, of course, highly respect Li Yong, but like Lin Qingfeng, who is not a scholar and a child, not only does not respect Li Yong, but is jealous, especially now that the elders in the family are scolding Li Yong, so he is particularly unhappy with Li Yong, the news spread rapidly with the Cailou as the center, and the ladies on the Cailou next to him are also very excited, especially Luo Fengxiang is even more excited, think about her following Li Yong all the way south, and she has never heard Li Yong write poems! I didn't expect that today in Yuhang, Li Yong was going to compose a poem, and finally I could see it today, on the color floor, Li Yong slowly came to the desk and took the pen from Yuhang Jiali's hands.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

The beautiful and simple handwriting jumped on the paper, every time Li Yong wrote a sentence, the Yuhang beauties next to him read a sentence, there was silence on the color building, only the tactful voice of the beauties was echoing, everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of this long and short sentence, and the Yuhang beauties next to them were even more intoxicated, because this long and short sentence was too amazing, too touching, although Li Yong had written a lot of poems before, but he had not written much about the love between men and women, I didn't expect to write this time, and it was a poem that made people intoxicated.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

The beauties were muttering, all of them were obsessed there, after writing, Li Yong stood in front of this poem, his thoughts were flying, he had written a lot of words before, but this one was the best one he wrote, because when he wrote this pair of words, when he wrote this poem, he really invested in his feelings, for a long time, Fan Chengwen sighed.

"The words are good, the poems are even better, and they are wonderful! Huating Hou is really worthy of being the world's greatest talent, once this poem comes out, who will dare to write Mid-Autumn Festival poems in the future! ”

The beauties next to them seemed to have just woken up from the artistic conception of this long and short sentence, and they all said together.

"Thank you Huatinghou, since then we have a good poem to sing, we thank Huatinghou on behalf of the sisters of the world!"

Li Yong smiled and waved his hand.

"It's free, it's just that Ben Hou has a feeling!"

The beauties next to them couldn't help but look slightly dark when they heard it, they naturally understood this poem, obviously Li Yong wrote this poem because he missed Princess Changle who was far away in Chang'an, they showed their talents on stage today, of course, they also had a different kind of thought, if anyone can make Li Yong a guest tonight, it is enough to be famous all over the world, but now it seems that Huating Hou is missing the princess who is far away in Chang'an, Fan Chengwen said with a smile.

"On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it seems that Huatinghou is missing the princess who is far away in Chang'an! This long and short sentence is so affectionate, and it is another good story! ”

Li Yong said with a smile.

"After being away from home for a long time, returning to my heart is like an arrow, but it makes everyone laugh!"

"What a poem! What a poem! ”

Just when everyone on the Cai Building was full of praise, Li Yong's poems also spread downstairs, Wang Qingyun and others vied to pass on the poems copied upstairs, and they all quieted down, Wang Qingyun said proudly.

"How? How is Li Yong's poem? Is there any talent in Yuhang who can compare? ”

Choi Sik exclaimed.

"As soon as Li Yong's poem comes out, I'm afraid no one will dare to write a poem tonight!"

This sentence included the talents of the entire Yuhang, but no one refuted it. On a carriage not far from Cailou, Wang Jiu'er was about to leave after watching the song and dance, but suddenly heard the people around him talking, saying that Li Yong wanted to compose a poem.

"Miss, Miss, Li Yong's poem is here!"

Wang Jiu'er couldn't wait to take the paper in the maid's hand, and looked at it quietly, it was still very noisy outside, but it was very quiet in the carriage, the maid waited, waited, waited, waited for a long time, but found that the young lady had not spoken, but looked at the poem stunned, this is not right! In the past, didn't the young lady praise Li Yong's poems every time she looked at them? The maid asked in a low voice.

"Miss, isn't the poem Li Yong wrote this time bad?"

Wang Jiu'er sighed lightly.

"Good! Great, as soon as this long and short sentence came out, there will be no Mid-Autumn Festival poems again! ”

The maid asked suspiciously.

"Then why is the young lady upset?"

"Is there one?"

Wang Jiu'er asked.

The maid nodded affirmatively.

"Yes!"

Wang Jiu'er was silent for a moment and sighed.

"Let's go back!"

The whole West Lake is still very lively, people happily congratulate the festival, but Wang Jiuer's mood is very low, Li Yong's poem is impeccable, full of affection, however, this is written by Li Yong to Princess Changle, which makes Wang Jiuer feel depressed in her heart? She even thought in her heart, if she married Li Yong, should this poem be written for her? What a pity! When Li Yong also came to Chang'an, he met Princess Changle, and won the love of the eldest grandson, and he was even more infatuated with Princess Changle in the competition, on the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang Jiuer felt so lonely, gloomy and sad, on the color building, the more Li Yong looked at the word, the more he felt that the word was well written, and when he saw that the ink was dry, he folded the word and handed it to Liu Renyuan and whispered in his ear.

"Let people be sent to Chang'an as quickly as possible!"

Almost everyone present put their eyes on this word, whether the word is good or not, it is worth collecting, almost everyone is determined to get this word, and they are thinking about how to take this word for themselves after Li Yong leaves, but they never thought that Li Yong would send this word to Chang'an, it stands to reason that this poem was written by Li Yong because he missed Princess Changle, so it is reasonable to send it to Chang'an, but Li Yong can go back and write it again! Why put this picture away? Everyone could only watch Xue Rengui step forward and take the word, and then pedal downstairs, what a pity, Fan Chengwen stepped forward and smiled.

"On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Huating Hou made this masterpiece, which is definitely a good story! Please also ask Huatinghou to leave Mobao, the old man will engrave this poem on the bank of the West Lake, even if thousands of years later, someone will remember today's grand occasion! ”

Everyone nodded in approval when they heard it, not all poems are qualified to be engraved on the shore of West Lake, there is no doubt that this poem is absolutely qualified, if this poem is not qualified, then no one is qualified, although this poem is not written in West Lake, nor is it written in Yuhang, but it was written by Li Yong on the shore of West Lake, which is enough to make the entire Yuhang feel honored, Li Yong smiled and nodded.

"Okay, then I'll write another one!"

The Mid-Autumn Festival in Yuhang is very lively, the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chang'an is more lively than Yuhang, the Mid-Autumn Festival feast is held in the palace, and there is a grand parade among the people. However, Li Liqing, the princess of Changle, all felt that Li Yong was not in Chang'an, but she felt that everything had lost its luster, and every day she was thinking about where Li Yong had arrived and when she could return to Chang'an, in the face of such a lively festival scene, Li Lizhen felt completely free from the atmosphere of the festival, the atmosphere of the festival had passed, and many people felt reluctant, but Li Lizhen felt that the days were too slow, she really wanted to open her eyes and see Li Yong return to Chang'an, for the depression of her baby daughter, The eldest grandson queen saw it all in her eyes and hurt in her heart, she could only frequently call Li Lizhen into the palace, let Yuzhang Gaoyang accompany them to relieve their boredom, and even the eldest grandson palace wanted Li Lizhen to live directly in the palace, but Li Lizhen refused to do anything, because the Xishan Courtyard has her and Li Yong's memories, although it is unbearable to be lovesick in the Xishan Courtyard, but it is also at ease, and the in-laws also need her to take care of her from time to time in Xishan, the long convoy followed the envoy to Chang'an, Li Lizhen sat in the carriage, her face was still with sorrow, and several horses galloped over.

"Princess, princess, there is an urgent letter from the Hou Ye!"

"Stop!"

Li Lizhen couldn't wait to say, she hadn't received Li Yong's letter for a long time, she already knew that Li Yong had broken the rivers and lakes in Suzhou, and she also knew that Li Yong had gone south to Lingnan, and she also knew that Li Yong would not be in any danger after leaving Lingnan, but she was still worried in her heart, and now she finally received Li Yong's letter again, Li Lizhen couldn't wait to open the curtain and take the letter, excited, looking forward to it, and pulled it out but only a thin piece of paper, Li Lizhen couldn't help but be a little disappointed, Because every time Li Yong writes a letter to her, she will write a thick stack of paper, although most of them are some trivial things along the way, but she reads it with relish, and she takes it out and looks at it twice if she has nothing to do, because whenever she reads it, she feels that she is by Li Yong's side, and when she writes a letter to Li Yong, she will also write a thick stack, and she can't wait to tell Li Yong everything that happens every day, and slowly unfold the letter, Li Lizhi found that it was a poem, a short poem, but it was very long for Li Liqian, made her tears hazy, tears flowed, the intelligence officer of the intelligence bureau took the official road, and kept changing horses and people all the way, so she felt Chang'an non-stop, although she was very tired, she insisted on chasing Li Lizhen's carriage.

"Hou Ye has returned to Yuhang, in the Mid-Autumn Festival in Yuhang, wrote this poem, let our fast horses whip to Chang'an, Hou Ye will set off for the north in a few days, and now he must be on the way back to Chang'an!"

Li Lizhi nodded again and again through the curtain of the car, tears rained down, suppressed the lovesickness for so many days, because this poem all broke out, thinking that Li Yong had already set off to the north and would arrive in Chang'an in a few days, her heart was full of surprises, the carriage slowly entered the palace, but Li Lizhen kept staring at the poem in her hand, although she had already remembered this poem in her heart.

"Sister is here?"

Princess Yuzhang stepped forward happily, opened the curtain of the car, but found that Princess Changle's eyes were hazy with tears, and her eyes were red and swollen.

Princess Yuzhang was surprised.

"Sister, what's wrong? What happened? ”