"Is the old gentleman troubled?"

Seeing the old man's preoccupied appearance, Situ Xi leisurely took a sip of tea and asked him casually.

But the old man didn't seem to want to talk much about these things.

"It's a little thing, don't mention it, but Xiaoyou, are you here to participate in the poetry meeting?"

"Yes, I'm going to the Taoyuan Poetry Club."

"Taoyuan Poetry Club...... Then why is Xiaoyou still hanging around here? ”

"The invitation said that the poetry meeting would start at the unitary hour, and now there is still half an hour, so there is no hurry." Situ Xi explained the situation to the old man.

"Xiaoyou must be participating in the poetry meeting for the first time, so it's better to go in advance, you don't know, the general poetry club will set up some interesting activities before the poetry meeting. Since I'm here for fun, it's a shame if I can't experience it completely. After saying this, he looked at Situ Xi with a smile and continued: "What's more, if you hear that you are late, you will be fined half a jar of fine wine." Xiaoyou can't wait to recite poetry before this person gets drunk. ”

Pre-event activities, I think it should be some singing and dancing, that is to be enjoyed.

Half a jar of wine...... After a few drinks a few nights ago, Situ Xi found that the amount of alcohol in this body was too far from that of his previous life, and his mind was a little dizzy after drinking a little light wine, and he couldn't even drink Zhong Lisu, and this late punishment wine was actually based on the altar, which was obviously not something he could bear.

It's better to join early.

"Is there such a saying, thank you Mr. for reminding me, that kid will take his leave, thank you for the old man's tea."

"Lady, let's go."

Standing up, he saluted the old man and the middle-aged man again, the two sides never asked each other's names, the old man smiled and bowed his head slightly to Situ Xi, and this chance encounter ended here.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

When the husband and wife walked out of a distance and looked at their backs, the old man recited the poem he had just written aloud, and his voice was full of sadness.

And the middle-aged man next to him heard him recite the poem, and did not feel how beautiful the poem was, he also looked sad, looking at the old man worriedly and comforting him.

"Ming Gong, the affairs of the monarch and the ministers, there are distant and close, close and sparse, so they don't need it, and they go to ask for it. Leaving Xuan'an may not be a bad thing in the future, please don't take it to heart, go here...... Take care of yourself. ”

"I am not grieving about my own situation, but Your Majesty is trying to do something ridiculous...... This time I tried my best to stop it, but His Majesty still insisted on going his own way, and if I was not in Xuan'an in the future, who would be able to stand up. ”

"Rather die than live silently. Be cautious, draw up an excerpt for me, and I will enter the palace to face the saint. ”

The old man is dressed properly.

……

In the peach orchard of the Fenjiang River, the fallen flowers are colorful.

This peach orchard is very large, there is a stream flowing through it, and the owner has built a song platform in the center of the garden, on which there are dancing girls waving their sleeves in the wind, singing and dancing.

A group of men and women in brocade robes sat in the elegant seats under the stage, they talked and laughed, or tasted their latest masterpieces, or discussed the romance they heard on weekdays, the atmosphere was harmonious, and the peach orchard was full of joyful atmosphere.

And in a pavilion behind this stage, three young people in gorgeous crowns and beautiful clothes were looking angry.

"His Royal Highness, that Xu Yilin is really not a thing, eating inside and out, seeing that the poetry meeting is imminent, he actually voted for Fang Di's bastard at this time."

It was the young man on the right who spoke, he was holding a folding fan, wearing a feather crown on his head, and his figure was the thinnest of the three, and he was speaking coldly when he spoke at the moment, not towards the prince in the middle, but at the open space in the distance.

"Yes, brother, how is this good, so that we will not be able to compete with those people in Qingfeng Collection." To the left of the prince is a fat dun'er, he is the cousin of the prince of Miwang, he looks flustered and a little impatient at the moment.

"Don't think about these things yet, I'm going to write a preface for the poetry club right now, Erlang, without Xu Yilin, do we still have members who are good at pun writing?" Zuo Shenyan, the prince of Mi Wang, sat in the middle of the two, his face was gloomy, and they did not expect such a fork before the poetry meeting began.

"Yes, yes, it's just ...... It's just that the level of Xu Yilin's guy is a little far behind, if people deal with it at will, wouldn't we lose face at the beginning. When the fat man on the left, known as Erlang, heard this question, he immediately became sad again.

"That's good." Zuo Shenyan made a difficulty.

"Your Royal Highness, if this is not the case, there will be the joy of throwing pots and flying flowers before the poetry meeting, we will simply decide the loser in the form of a game, and the loser will come forward to answer the preface. In this way, even if the quality of this order is slightly inferior, no one should criticize it, after all, it is the result of fun, and it can barely be regarded as an elegant and beautiful conversation. The thin young man on the right closed the folding fan and suddenly thought of an idea.

"It's just like this, it's just that this time I lost a move, and I was really aggrieved." Zuo Shenyan said in a deep voice, and pinched his thigh with his hand.

……

Handing over the invitation card in his hand to the steward guarding the gate of the garden, Situ Xi and Zhong Lixuan had just entered the door, and a special carriage pulled the two forward.

This was the first time Situ Xi rode in an ancient horse-drawn carriage, and because the carriage was relatively high-end, he did not feel uncomfortable along the way.

As soon as he entered the main venue of the poetry club, Situ Xi suddenly found that the song and dance performers on the stage were taking a curtain call, which happened to be the end, and he couldn't help but feel pity, who doesn't like to appreciate the art of dance.

When the singers stepped off the stage, a thin young man stepped onto the stage.

"Look, Bai Gongzi actually took the stage in person!"

As soon as this man appeared on the stage, he attracted the attention of all the talented and beautiful people in the field, and he pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and then cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, before the poetry meeting begins, why don't we go on a game together?"

No one immediately replied to him, all waiting for his next step.

"You are all famous talents and beauties in Xuan'an, and it is easy to write poetry, but the gentleman has six arts, and there is a place in this peach orchard that can be used for people to shoot arrows and throw pots. Before the poetry meeting, if we add it as an appetizer, the men will be ranked by the white arrow, and the women will be divided into winners and losers by throwing pots, everyone present will participate, and the loser will not need to drink, so as to make a preface to the Taoyuan Poetry Meeting, what do you think? ”