"This article is excellent and well-written. What's even more commendable is the mind, the old man feels that the preface made in the Xuan'an Poetry Club in recent years is unsurpassed. ”

In a pavilion by the Fen River, three elders are drinking on the top floor, and they are the gentlemen who have commented on the poetry clubs in the city for the past few days. At this moment, the old man in the middle was holding a piece of manuscript paper in his hand, on which was the peach garden preface that Situ Xi had just made.

"In my opinion, this kind of article must not be on the list, so as not to mislead future generations."

The old man on the right, on the other hand, had a different opinion, and he felt that this preface was flashy.

"Brother Yan, do you think Xu Yilin's preface is better than this "Peach Garden Preface"? I'm a little strange, why do you respect him so much every year, he shouldn't be your nephew, could it be that you have received favors from others? ”

Before the old man in the middle could speak, the man on the left bluntly asked the old man who had just dissented.

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Yan was angry, and immediately stood up and looked at the old man on the far left.

"Cheng Lao'er, don't talk nonsense, I comment on poetry from my heart, you mention copper smell, it's insulting!"

"Eh, it's just a commentary, don't be angry. Since Lao Cheng also agreed, the two votes passed, and asked someone to post this "Peach Garden Preface" on the list for passing students to observe. ”

The man in the middle should be the highest-ranking of the three, and after he said this, he could put an end to this matter.

Yan Lao snorted coldly, threw Xu Yilin's manuscript in his hand to the ground, and several people looked at the manuscript on the table again.

"Situ Xi of the Peach Blossom Poetry Society, is he the guest of the prince of Mi Wang? I don't seem to have heard of it before, but how do I feel familiar? ”

……

The poetry meeting is really boring, anyway, Situ Xi can't feel the fun in it. He came here today purely to complete his mission, he didn't intend to recite poetry, and the preface just now was just forced to be put up, which was an unexpected act.

After the official start of the poetry meeting, the students divided into groups to drink and feast, during which they copied down the occasional good work and handed it over to the servants in charge of recording.

Zuo Shenyan and a group of members of the Peach Blossom Poetry Club gathered together to worry about the affairs of the Fenghua List, it seems that the original intention of their poetry club is just to achieve their own goals, to put it bluntly, it is just to divide the high and low with others in the literary comparison, and fight for a breath, which is even more boring, more like a children's group dispute.

Just now, the news that "Peach Garden Prelude" was on the Fenghua list came, and the people in the poetry club were overjoyed, which made their morale soar.

The rest of the people also cast envious glances at Situ Xi, during which many men and women came to toast and greet him, and two or three men offered to fight poetry with him, but he refused one by one on the grounds that he was not good at poetry, and there were fewer people who came later.

The women don't drink much, and they mostly play games such as flying flowers and shooting on one side.

Some of the students and guests were meditating and discussing on the sidelines.

Some people hope that their poems will be appreciated by the prince of Mi Wang, and some even hope to make one or two poems that are earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods to gain a good future.

These ideas are a bit naïve, and the young literati still do not distinguish the difference between poetic talent and comprehensive talent.

If you can prosper with just one or two poems, there will not be so many talented poets who are full of ambition and have no way to serve the country.

This kind of playful poetry meeting is good as entertainment, don't take it seriously.

……

"Brother, there are already poems on the list over there in Qingfeng Collection."

"Even if the spring breeze is over, it will still be raining at night. The Ming Dynasty came here even more, and was afraid of falling flowers. Is it a sad spring poem, a square embankment? ”

Hearing the bad news brought by Zuo Yu, Zuo Shenyan looked at the talented people and women who were drinking and having fun in the peach orchard, and felt a sense of powerlessness.

It's not that the members don't have poems, but the poems written by everyone so far today are not good.

His own Peach Blossom Poetry Society is getting farther and farther away from the level of Qingfeng Collection, in the final analysis, it is still a matter of the leader, Lu Guogong is in the middle of the court, and his father spends all day drinking, and he doesn't know where he is at the moment, and his poetry skills and Fang Di are much worse.

"Let's ask Situ Xi again, he writes well, how can he not understand poetry?"

"Brother, he has already rejected me just now, he said that he is not good at it, he should indeed be not good at it, if he really knows, he should not shirk it." Zuo Yu thought that he knew Situ Xi very well, after all, when he was just archery, he said that he was not good at it, and he didn't believe it, so he was almost injured.

"Gather everyone to think of a song to try, even if you put it together, put it together for me."

……

There are no acquaintances here, Situ Xi finally sat with Zhong Lisu, there were not many people at the long table in front of them, Zhong Lisu happened to sit on the side, and Situ Xi took a single stool to sit next to her.

Most of the women on the side were more conservative, and when they saw Situ Xi sitting over, they were just surprised and didn't take the initiative to greet him, but the two girls beside Zhong Lisu immediately waved to him generously.

"I've seen the Nine Kings, Fang Cai's preface is really eye-opening."

A thin and tall woman opened her mouth to salute Situ Xi first, and another girl in a peach blossom dress next to her just looked at Situ Xi and nodded.

"Xianggong, this is Sister Chen Yunchen, this one is Sister Yan Yueyan, they are concubines in the past." Zhong Lixuan introduced these two pretty women to Situ Xi, and it was Yan Yue who opened her mouth just now, and Chen Yun was silent.

"Su'er, what do you mean by a friend from the past, could it be that you are married now, and you don't recognize us?" Yan Yue grabbed Zhong Lisu's sleeve with her hand.

"I've seen two girls." Situ Xidian gestured to the two.

"You two are a perfect match, this poem will be so lively and jubilant, why don't you sit here and go with us to the stream to admire the moon?"

Yan Yue and Chen Yun were standing at this time, they should have been leaving, they saw that Situ Xi and Zhong Lixuan had no intention of leaving their positions, so they invited them to go to enjoy the moon together.

"You go first, I won't go, just have a few drinks here......"

"Then we'll go."

……

There were a lot fewer people around her, Zhong Lishu poured a glass of wine for Situ Xi, she picked up the wine jug, only added half of the wine glass in front of him, and then put it next to him, and asked him softly: "Why doesn't Xianggong drink with them and write poems to make a drinking order?" ”

Picking up the wine cup and taking a sip, hearing Zhong Li's question, Situ Xi turned his head to look at her, then picked up the thin pen on the table and wrote two words on the rice paper: Shoot.

This is what makes Zhong Lixuan guess like a shot.

Seeing the words on the paper and thinking about it, Zhong Lixuan also picked up the pen and paper in front of him, and responded to him with the same two words on the paper: boring.

After writing, he looked at Situ Xi and winked.

Seeing the two words on the paper, Situ Xi smiled dumbly, and wrote down: There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little understanding of the heart.

It turned out that the couple didn't like this kind of occasion very much.

The paper was pushed in front of her, Zhong Lixuan picked it up and looked at it, her cheeks quickly turned crimson, and she folded the paper slightly, this sentence is so beautiful.

Seeing that she was embarrassed, Situ Xi suddenly felt interesting, took another drink, and then looked at her with a smile, Zhong Lishu hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, and changed the topic and said: "Xianggong is better than a complete poem, which can be regarded as a souvenir for today." ”

Intact......

Perhaps it was the wine that played a role, and when he heard Zhong Li's words, Situ Xi did not hesitate, he picked up a new pen and paper, and waved the pen and ink in one go.

But in a moment, another piece of paper was handed to Zhong Lisu.

She was about to reach for it, but a white hand reached for the paper.

"Ah, the sachet was forgotten on the table, what is the child writing?"

It turned out that Yan Yue turned back again.

Before Zhong Lixuan could stop her, she had already opened the rice paper in her hand and read it out along with the words.

"Toast the east wind, and calmly. Weeping poplar purple Mo Xuan east of the city. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with? ”

Yan Yue's voice was not loud or small, and the people around him happened to be able to hear it.

After reading the word, everyone's eyes condensed again, and Zuo Shenyan closed the folding fan in his hand, his eyes were full of light.