"I'm sorry! I'm sorry everyone! I don't know which naughty child threw a cannon in front of the horse's hooves, and the horse lost control in fright......"

The driver apologized to the crowd again and again.

Jiang Yuntian jumped out of the car and said, "Fortunately, no one was injured tonight, otherwise it would be unlucky to see blood on a festive day!" ”

At the last moment, the man in white who flew to save people, not tall, with a gray mask, he got up to help the little girl, wiped the little girl's tears, picked up the sugar gourd on the ground, and asked softly: "Do you want more?" ”

The little girl shook her head, turned her head and threw herself into her mother's arms.

"Then I want it."

The man in white dusted off his body, wiped the dirt off the sugar gourd, took one from under the mask and put it in his mouth, and left with peace of mind.

"Hey, this little brother, your spirit of righteousness and courage is worthy of praise, just that distance, even I may not be sure that I can throw people out."

Jiang Yuntian stepped forward to greet him warmly.

The man in white said softly: "It's nothing." ”

"I've always liked to make friends with brave people, why don't we find a place to have a drink or two?" Jiang Yuntian invited.

The man in white didn't say anything, and walked into the crowd with a sugar gourd.

Jiang Yuntian scratched his head.

"It seems that not all people in the rivers and lakes are as bold as Jiang Daxia." Song Che said with a smile.

Liao Heng also smiled: "It's a false alarm, let's go to the poetry meeting quickly, thinking that it should start soon." ”

……

Huilanzhai was originally a teahouse, and like the Qinglou, it was a place for literati and scholars to gather.

There are countless talented and beautiful people in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, especially in the gentle city of Suzhou.

Song Che hasn't had much contact with it, and the reason is that the circle is different.

In ancient circles, generally speaking, it was class, and those who entered the ranks were the highest, such as He Qiu and Liao Heng, followed by these scholars, and finally businessmen.

No matter how rich a businessman is, in the eyes of a scholar, he is also cheesy.

The style of the literati has always been high, but it is precisely this high-mindedness that seems a hundred times vulgar. is the same person, why bother to divide it into three, six, nine and so on?

Huilan is relatively clean before Zhai, the cloth is white and self-aware, and the people who enter and exit are all Confucian and Taoist gentlemen who hold paper fans and wear praise flowers.

There are several vendors selling masks, painting fans, painting screens, and hairpins at the entrance. There will be rules in the poetry, and you can't show your true face when you go in and out, you must wear a mask.

"Brother Song, Brother Jiang, how about buying a hairpin? It's festive. ”

"Impossible!"

Jiang Yuntian decisively refused, "How can I wear such a thing on my head?" It's not a! ”

Song Che, who is a modern straight man, also nodded his head again and again, he really couldn't accept it, a big man wore flowers on his head.

Liao Heng just picked up the hairpin, put it back again, and sighed: "Everyone has a love for beauty, and it is common sense for a man to wear a hairpin." ”

"I can't take this kind of disgusting stuff anyway-"

"Oh, where did the country ruffian come from? If you don't understand the amorous feelings, forget it, and still show off your ignorance on the street, don't you feel ashamed? ”

This crepe words, as soon as you hear it, you will know that it is a thorn.

Seeing groups of men in Confucian robes and beautiful women in gorgeous clothes, even if they are wearing masks, you can see their arrogant posture.

The speaker walked at the forefront, wearing a green dress, a red mask, a big red hairpin flower, a stinking sachet, a white paper painting fan, and a jade tree facing the wind.

"Lao Tzu can't listen to this kind of yin and yang weird words the most!"

Jiang Daxia is no one, he can do it and never make noise, he rolls up his sleeves and wants to step forward to "straighten out".

Song Che hurriedly dragged him down, "Forget it, forget it...... "I really wanted to move, and I had to cry and call my mother on the other side."

Liao Heng stepped forward and asked the young man in a cold voice: "When the street is degrading, self-exalted, we have no style, you don't necessarily have any demeanor, right?" ”

"Hey! It came out like a person, unlike the two behind him, one was a big old man and the other was an upstart. ”

"Mr. Ouyang, don't worry too much about these laymen, in this world, there are many people who put onions and pretend to be elephants, let's join the poetry club."

"Reasonable, reasonable."

All the Confucians fasted.

"Oh, what are you stopping me from doing? I don't fight them, but I deal with such people, and they will be afraid when I yell. Jiang Yuntian complained.

Song Che said with a smile: "Since it is a poetry club, it is natural to decide the winner with poetry, take a walk and see how their true talents are learned."

Three people fasted.

The lobby of Huilanzhai is divided into left and right, the left side is the male seat, and the right side is separated by a screen screen, and the female guests are seated.

Daliang is a very open dynasty, every festive event, women can go out of the cabinet, go to the casino and go to the restaurant, so this poetry will be half and half of each woman.

There are not many seats left, and there are exactly three vacant.

"Hey, aren't you the brave little brother from before?"

In the penultimate seat, it was the man in white who had saved the little girl on the street before, and when he left, there were still five sugar gourds left, and now there were only two left.

The man in white glanced at the three of them out of the corner of his eye, impolite and not disgusted, just didn't say a word.

Jiang Yuntian still wanted to step forward to say hello, but Song Che pressed him on the seat and shook his head to signal, don't use a hot face to a cold ass again.

Soon, the guests were full, and the presiding doctor, closing half of the door, cleared his throat, and came to the center of the hall:

"On the first day of the first lunar month, the beginning of the new year, welcome everyone to Huilan Zhai ......"

After a crepe speech, he officially entered the topic:

"This New Year's poetry meeting adopts the 'beating system', which is divided into two journeys - the first is to sing poems, and the second is to be pairs. Singing poems by me to come up with a theme, the main seven-law poem, the second five-law poem, everyone can freely attack and defend the ring, and the one who finally succeeds in defending is the 'poet king' of tonight's New Year's Poetry Club;

As for the pair, the old students are shallow in their learning, and they can only find a talented and beautiful woman to take the lead in the upper link, and in the same way, if they can succeed in guarding, they will be the 'right king' tonight - everyone, please look at the lottery! ”

The doctor pointed to the hall, and the servant took off the red cloth, a golden fan, and a golden peony:

"These two pieces of color are the sponsors of this poetry meeting, Boss Liu of Baiyulou, specially instructed the skilled craftsmen in the building to build pure gold, the king of poetry gets a golden fan, and the king gets a golden peony!"

Not to mention the honor, it is the weight of these two pieces of gold, which is also a lot of wealth.

Full of guests, eager to try.

"This golden fan, tonight belongs to me!"

"What are you waiting for? Let's talk about the topic! ”

"Uh...... The old student still wants to recite a poem, but you can see that you can't wait, so you won't be here to make a fool," the doctor paused, and said loudly:

"Jiangnan Suzhou is good, Jiangnan Suzhou is wonderful, then tonight's New Year's Poetry Meeting, with the theme of 'Suzhou', humanities, customs, geography, and themes are not limited, as long as they are linked to Suzhou!"