Two days later, the poetry meeting was held as scheduled.

The Nanping Poetry Club was held next to a stream on the shore of Qinghu Lake, and coincidentally, this Qinghu Lake was where Ye Wuwu went when he wandered that night.

Lu Changen invited Ye Wuwu to come, but Ye Wuwu was not easy to shirk, so he brought Lu Caiwei with him.

To be honest, Ye Wuwu also wanted to see what this poetry meeting was like, after all, he had only seen it in books before.

Lu Changen had already purchased a set of clothes for Ye Wuwu and the two of them before, and now Ye Wuwu is wearing them, although he can't compare with those sons and brothers in gorgeous clothes, but he finally said goodbye to the four words of Shanye Villager.

After putting on the new clothes, Ye Wuwu's originally handsome face finally appeared, plus he was a martial arts practitioner, his clothes were extremely decent, and he was also full of temperament in his gestures.

As for Lu Caiwei beside her, Ye Wuwu already felt that there were several eyes looking this way.

There were a few glances with a little surprise.

[Received a shock +1 from the students of Nanping Academy]

Ye Wuwu couldn't cry or laugh.

Because of today's Lu Caiwei, even Ye Wuwu has to admit that she is really good-looking.

But he himself is still flat and unnoticed.

Because of this, he was not hindered all the way to Lu Changen.

Ye Wuwu came to the field, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

Wang Yuanming.

Wang Yuanming also saw Ye Wuwu, and waved at him with a smile at the moment.

Ye Wuwu returned the salute.

Lu Changen frowned slightly and said.

"You know him?"

Ye Wuwu told the truth, only saying that he met by chance two days ago, and chatted for a while, but he didn't have much friendship.

Lu Changen nodded and said in a deep voice.

"This Wang Yuanming is also a celebrity in my Xishu, but he is a little stupid, it is not appropriate to have a good imperial history, but he goes to promote his mental learning, how can those Confucian scholars in the court tolerate him, now it's good, you don't have much to do with him."

As he was talking, a small guy came to Lu Changen's side and said something, Lu Changen nodded, turned to Ye Wuwu and said.

"Brother Ye, you can sit down here, Lu has something to do, so I won't accompany you."

Ye Wuwu smiled and expressed understanding.

After the two of them were seated, Ye Wuwu quietly looked at the surrounding environment.

By the stream, there were already small tables with a few mattresses in front of them, and this was the seat for most people.

A little farther away, there is an exquisite attic, which is completely different from the outside, and at this moment the first floor is changed to a stand, where Lu Changen has just gone.

It didn't take long for the poetry meeting to begin.

is different from Ye Wuwu's imagination, I thought that the scene of the poetry meeting would be a group of literati competing with each other and chanting poems, but at this moment, it is not the case.

A child placed the wine in the middle of the stream in the upper reaches of the stream, and floated slowly down from the upstream, passing through the winding stream, and whoever swirled or stopped in front of the monk had to improvise a poem and drink.

Ye Wuwu was stunned.

Qu Shui flows, presumably from this.

In a short time, several talented people stood up and began to write poems.

It's kind of interesting.

Ye Wuwu propped his head and thought that it was not because their poems were good, but simply because he felt that this method of selecting people was very interesting.

Truth or Dare, who is who?

Lu Caiwei didn't pay attention to these things, in her opinion, being pulled here by Ye Wuwu was not as interesting as practicing swords in the yard by herself.

Simply enough, the few pastries on the table were not bad, and Lu Caiwei ate them one by one and silently.

A wine glass came slowly from upstream and stopped in front of Ye Wuwu's table.

Ye Wuwu was still looking around, feeling complacent, but suddenly felt a lot more eyes around him.

Even in the stands, Lu Changen was looking at himself with a smile at the moment.

Ye Wuwu realized that it was not good, and looked at the wine glass in front of him, his face was a little sad.

In the stands, next to Lu Changen, there were several old men, all dressed gorgeously.

Seeing the situation in the field at this moment, an old man turned his head and smiled.

"Chang'en, is this the young man you are talking about?"

Lu Changen hurriedly responded.

"Yes, Lord Yang, the poem I showed you was written by this little brother, and I met him as a fate, and."

Lu Changen said, and a trace of determination suddenly flashed in his heart.

The person in front of him is the patriarch of the dynasty, although he has retired at the moment, but the other party's words still have enough weight above the court.

At least, it's a little bigger than your own.

"And what?"

Lu Changen no longer hesitated and said in a deep voice.

"Moreover, on my way to Nanping, I was assassinated by someone below, and it was this little brother who saved my life."

There was a glimmer of light in Yang Lao's eyes, and his gaze swept around Lu Changen a few times.

"How many people know about this."

"Not much, except for the dozen or so guards who followed me, only the two brothers and sisters knew."

Yang Lao sighed lightly and said slowly.

"I see."

Lu Changen nodded, with the old man's words, it was enough.

Old Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled.

"Don't talk about this, look at how this generation of young people writes, if your little brother can write a poem, let him write a poem for me later, and I will also be a congratulatory gift to Your Majesty."

Next to the stream, Ye Wuwu got up and picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Ye Wuwu apologized to the people around him and smiled.

"In Xia Ye, I am not talented today, I will offer a poem through wine, if it is not good, I hope you will bear with me."

The people around responded sparsely, after all, they had never seen this person, so naturally they couldn't talk about any enthusiasm.

It was Wang Yuanming, who looked at Ye Wuwu at the moment, with a slight expectation in his eyes.

Ye Wuwu pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red."

"The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."

After reading the poem, Ye Wuwu looked around and didn't react, smiled awkwardly, and returned to his seat.

But in his heart, he muttered again.

No, isn't this poem good? Why didn't there be any reaction?

[Received Shock +10 from Cui Yuan]

[Received Shock +10 from Lin Er]

[Received shock value +30 from Wang Yuanming]

[Received from Lu Changen......]

After a moment of silence, there was a full house of applause.

"Good, good poetry."

"This brother, dare to be a teacher."

"This brother, I will toast you a glass below, if you have leisure in the future, you can come to Gucheng to find me, you and I will drink and talk happily."

Such blessing words, Ye Wuwu responded with a smile one by one, of course, drinking is inevitable.

Wang Yuanming's face showed a strange expression, his eyes looked at Ye Wuwu, just as Ye Wuwu also turned his head, Wang Yuanming smiled and raised his wine glass to signal.

The two of them drank each other.

In the stands, Lu Changen's eyes were full of shock.

Although this poem is not as majestic as the previous one, its artistic conception is also excellent.

A trace of strangeness flashed in the eyes of Yang Lao on the side at this moment, and he said with a smile.

"The human face doesn't know where to go, the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze, good, good poetry."

Speaking of this, Elder Yang seemed to have thought of something, got up and walked out.

He shouted at Ye Wuwu.

"This little brother, what's the name of this poem?"

Ye Wuwu was stunned for a moment, if the original name of this poem was said, it would be irrelevant to the topic.

But then he clenched his fists and laughed.

"The name of this poem is Peach Blossom."

Peach blossom.