The old bustard of the Red Mansion distributed a pen, ink and paper to the talents present, announcing the official start of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference!

And as a distinguished guest of the Red Mansion, Xiao Gongzi of course also received a high-quality pen and ink and rice paper, and no matter whether this strange Xiao Gongzi can write poetry or not, at least etiquette and respect are necessary.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Li Anyi, who was standing in front of the case with a brush and didn't know what he was gesturing, Xiao Daoqi raised the doubts in his heart.

Li Anyi didn't even raise his head, and said angrily: "Write poetry, otherwise what else can you do." ”

"Poetry? Do you also write poetry? Xiao Daoqi said he was very surprised.

Li Anyi said impatiently: "Nonsense! I'm a scholar! What's so strange about being able to compose poetry, don't bother me! ”

After that, Li Anyi no longer paid attention to Xiao Daoqi, stared at the rice paper on the case with a serious face, dipped the brush in ink, and began to try to write.

And what surprised him was that when he put down the pen, his whole person flowed smoothly, and the pen was like a cloud of smoke, and after a while, a line of beautiful fonts appeared on the rice paper.

This...... What's going on?

Li Anyi himself was dumbfounded, he remembered very clearly, he couldn't write calligraphy, and it could even be said that he didn't even know how to hold the brush, so he wanted to write, but it was just for the five hundred taels of silver.

But why is it that as soon as he put down the pen, his whole body is like a machine, and he doesn't listen to his call and runs autonomously, as if it were instinct, yes, that is instinct!

After thinking about it, Li Anyi only thought of one possibility, and that was related to the previous owner of this body...... Maybe that's the case, Li Anyi practiced calligraphy hard before, and over time, his body formed an instinct, so that he didn't even know how to hold the brush with one stroke.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Li Anyi's expression was a little strange, Xiao Daoqi couldn't help but step forward curiously, looked at the case, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Water tune song head. When is the bright moon?

"I can't imagine that you are not good, but the handwriting is good", Xiao Daoqi began to be a little impressed by Li Anyi.

"Get out", Li Anyi spit out a neat word from his mouth.

Xiao Daoqi was not angry, and stood behind Li Anyi with a curious look and a little expectation, wanting to see what kind of poems Li Anyi could write.

At this moment, he realized that the strange and interesting person in front of him, who matched his temperament, was also a scholar, a strange and greedy scholar......

Seeing this, Li Anyi didn't care, breathed a sigh of relief, regrouped his mood, and started to write again.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

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 more he read, the more surprised Xiao Daoqi became, although he didn't know much about poetry, but this word was catchy to read, and it must be a good poem.

He couldn't help but look at Li Anyi and said, "I can't think of you......"

Before he could say anything, he stopped abruptly and hesitated, "You...... What happened to you? ”

Li Anyi shook his head and looked at the sky in the distance from the window.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming!

The same should be true for the distant side at this moment, right? It's just that I don't know if there is another Li Anyi over there who is also replacing himself, replacing his own life, and replacing himself and his parents to have a reunion dinner on the Mid-Autumn Festival, I hope there is...... No, there must be!

Looking at Li Anyi, whose eyes were a little red, Xiao Daoqi said cautiously: "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, what can I do, it's just that my eyes are in the sand", Li Anyi rubbed his eyes, chuckled, and returned to his usual self.

Xiao Daoqi couldn't help but be in a trance, he almost thought that seeing Li Anyi just now was an illusion, it seems that Lao Li is not as simple as it seems on the surface, he is a person with a story......

At this time, there was a knock on the door, this was to collect poems, and Li Anyi happily handed the rice paper on the case to the maid who came in.

On the other side, Yang Wenyan also stopped the brush in his hand, and after sweeping it again, the confidence on his face became stronger.

The people around him all leaned close to their heads, and after reading the Mid-Autumn Festival words written on the rice paper, they were shocked and shouted, "Good words!" ”

Someone exclaimed: "Brother Wenyan, your Mid-Autumn Festival poem has surpassed the Mid-Autumn Festival poem written by Brother Zifeng last year, this is the best Mid-Autumn Festival poem I have ever seen!" ”

There are also people who silently roll up their rice paper and put it in their arms, and leave sadly in a corner where no one is paying attention.

Some people even tore up the proud work they had just written, shouting: "I saw Yang Wenyan's Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will resolutely never touch the Mid-Autumn Festival words again!" ”

This total makes Yang Wenyan more complacent, he does have the capital to be self-satisfied, this Mid-Autumn Festival poem is the best poem he thinks he has ever written, even if Zhang Zifeng, who now has the title of the first genius in Huai'an Mansion, stands in front of him, he dares to say that he wins!

Thinking of Zhang Yuying's graceful body and delicate face, Yang Wenyan's heart couldn't suppress a fiery fire.

"Who is this?"

Looking at Yang Wenyan, who stood out from the crowd and was in high spirits below, Li Anyi couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.

"Who?"

Xiao Daoqi asked subconsciously, and when he looked at Li Anyi's gaze, he suddenly realized: "Oh, he, his name is Yang Na or something, he claims to be the second genius of Huai'an Mansion, although he is not a good person, but I heard that his attainments in poetry are quite high, but I don't know if your Mid-Autumn Festival poem can win him, it is estimated that it is very difficult." ”

Whether you can win or not, it is estimated that it is quite difficult, and this is simply the biggest joke of the year.

Water tune song head. When is the bright moon, this is the classic of the classics in the poems of Su Shi Su Zizhan Su Dashen, widely circulated, no one knows, it can be described as the leader in the Mid-Autumn Festival, almost no one can surpass, that Yang is that green onion.

For Xiao Daoqi, who didn't understand poetry at all, Li Anyi didn't bother to pay attention to it, sat quietly on the side and sipped tea, waiting for the result.

Xiao Daoqi was bored with himself, so he could only fiddle with his wooden bicycle model boringly.

At this time, all the talented girls in Yihong Mansion gathered in a certain room, not why, it was precisely for the selection of these talented Mid-Autumn Festival poems, they may not have a high level of poetry, but their appreciation of poetry is more than enough.

Once the women get together, they will inevitably chatter.

"Sisters, guess who's going to win this time?"

"This still needs to be guessed, Zhang Zifeng's son is not here, who else can there be besides Yang Wenyan's son?"

"Not necessarily, He Changgongzi has a soft spot for Mid-Autumn Festival poetry, although Yang Wenyan Gongzi is really good at writing lyrics, but I am afraid that he does not dare to say victory He Changgongzi in this regard, right?"

"Hehe, when it comes to Yang Wenyan's son, I have to talk about Sister Yuying......"

Ben was smiling lightly on the side, and the gentle and skillful woman who listened to the sisters' chatter suddenly heard her name, and her pretty face couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong with me?" ”