In April, the West Lake, the willows are still around, the grass and trees are verdant, the red flowers and green leaves, the lake and the mountains, the shadow of the curved bridge tower, in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, hazy, like a fairyland on earth.

It is the night falling, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a brocade boat flooding on the West Lake, the lights are brilliant, laughter, the boat is headed by Liu Kezhuang and Dai Retro, the famous masters of the Jianghu poetry school, and there are a few Lin'an gentlemen. The gathering of the people is naturally in the name of the Jianghu Poetry Society.

The Song Dynasty Poetry Society arose in the Northern Song Dynasty during the Renzong period, flourished in the Southern Song Dynasty, and declined at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty.

"Every year the Prancing Horse Chang'an City. The guest house is like a home. There is no day when green money is exchanged for wine, and the red candle is sleepless.

Easy to pick the Chinese word of the brocade woman's machine. It's rare for people to have a hard time. There is Shenzhou in the northwest of the man, and there are tears on the side of the West Bridge in Mo Dishui. ”

Liu Kezhuang, the leader of the Jianghu poetry school, has a new song and a glass of wine, free and uninhibited, causing a chorus.

Liu Kezhuang was born in a family, once a court official, studied under the master of science Zhen Dexiu, and then lived at home, talented, and also regarded himself very highly.

"What a song "Yulou Spring"! Generous and heroic, it can be a masterpiece! ”

The noble lady Yang Yi smiled and cheered first.

In these poetry societies in Lin'an City, many times, she is indispensable.

"Excellent! Masterpiece! ”

Wei Jinyu on the side also danced with his eyebrows, echoing Yang Yi and said.

As long as Yang Yi is happy, no matter whether the poetry is good or bad, he is a loyal fan of Yang Yi.

"Mr. Dai, it's your turn!"

Shinjido raised his glass and congratulated Dai Retro.

"Yokooka looks down at the big river, and the front of the floating hall is sad. The most bitter mountain covers the eyes, and the Huainan Pole is full of China. ”

Dai Retro, who is close to the age of sixties, another member of the Jianghu Poetry School, does not forget to sigh with emotion.

This poem "Jiangyin Fuyuan Hall" was made by the old man who felt that the golden soldiers went south, Huainan was broken, and the people suffered. Ladies and gentlemen, take another drink! ”

Dai Retro lived in seclusion in his hometown in Taizhou, Zhejiang. He is loyal and upright by nature, he has never been a man in his life, wandering the rivers and lakes, wearing cloth clothes all his life, and he is also an impassioned person.

"Mr. Dai, you are worried about the country and the people, but you are too straight! You know, rigidity is easy to break. That's not a good world! ”

Zhendexiu's son Zhenzhi Dao, always smiling and harmless to humans and animals.

I don't know, if his father Zhen Deok-so is here, will his crotch crack in fright?

"Zhenyanei, you are a famous family, you don't know the livelihood of the people in the world, on the one hand, you are hungry and cold, you are displaced, and the people are not happy. On one side is the fire cooking oil, brocade clothes and jade food, arrogance and lewdness. The shortcomings of my Great Song today are profound! ”

Dai Retro was touched and said it directly.

"It's not a treacherous dictatorship, external servitude, internal expropriation and extortion, overflowing, soaring prices, collusion between officials and businessmen, hoarding, and fish and flesh for the people. The Great Song Dynasty has reached such a point today, if you want to prosper, it is difficult! It's hard! ”

Bu Yi was extremely angry, and after speaking, he drank two glasses in a row, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Two gentlemen, what you say is true, but what can we do? Since you can't change anything, it's better to go with the flow and settle quiet. ”

Zhenzhidao shook his head, a wry smile and helplessness on his face.

The ship is full of people with lofty ideals who are worried about the country and the people, but what can they do in the face of the cruel and cold reality? Once you offend some people, you are afraid that disaster will fall from heaven.

"Brother Ye, it's your turn!"

Wei Jinyu hurriedly diverted the topic and couldn't wait to urge.

The mouth cannon that worries about the country and the people all day long can be used as a fart? It is said that Shi Miyuan is authoritarian, but you should follow the example of Cao Mengde and Zhu Hai, and kill Shi Miyuan directly, why bother to be uncomfortable here?

"You should pity the moss on the tooth prints, and the small buckle firewood will not be opened for a long time. The spring garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. “

Another poet of the Jianghu Poetry School, Ye Shaoweng, who was in his first year, chanted in a deep voice, breaking the silent and sullen atmosphere.

Ye Shaoweng, formerly surnamed Li, was implicated by his grandfather Li Yingshi, and his family business declined, and he was born to the Ye family in Longquan when he was young. During the period from Song Guangzong to Jiading, he was a minor official in the imperial court, and he had a close relationship with the master of science, Zhendexiu. He lived in seclusion on the shore of the West Lake in Qiantang for a long time, and sang with his friend Ge Tianmin.

"The garden is full of spring, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. Ok, good, good! Good poems, when floating a big white! ”

Yang Yi was thrilled and cheered.

Jianghu poetry school, sure enough, there are many famous artists. Just these few poems can be published and distributed all over the world.

"Please!"

Zhen Zhidao raised his wine glass, and Ge Tianmin, Zeng Ji and others clinked glasses with Liu Kezhuang and others. Today is his east, of course, to do the friendship of the landlord.

“…… The breeze smiled, but it was lonely, and there was still a night photo left of pride......"

On the lake, the singing song of the singer in another brocade boat came, and it turned out to be the song "Smiling Proud Jianghu", Chen Qi, the shopkeeper of Lin'an Chen's bookstore, groaned slightly and said it.

"Do you know, who is the most famous poet in Lin'an City today?"

As the shopkeeper of the largest bookstore in Lin'an City, Chen Qi is also a poet himself, and Liu Kezhuang and Zeng Ji are close friends, and he sings and composes, enjoying himself.

But he was also a businessman. If Zhao Hong's "Selected Poems" were published in his Chen bookstore, he would have made a lot of money.

"Who else could it be? Of course, it is His Royal Highness the Duke of Jiguo, who compares himself to "Emperor Qin, Han Wu, Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestor"! ”

Dai Gugu lives on the edge of the West Lake and knows all the big and small things in Lin'an City.

Not to mention the two poems upstairs in Fengle, just this one "Smiling Proud Jianghu" is open-minded and heroic, free and easy, which can be said to have won his heart.

"I just don't know, can this tough and treacherous prince of the Great Song Dynasty become the prince of the Great Song Dynasty smoothly?"

Zeng Ji frowned, and a glass of wine was poured down suddenly.

"Alas!"

Yang Yi's heart was gloomy, and he sighed softly, not knowing if he was touched.

Her aunt, Yang Guizhi, the queen of the Great Song Dynasty, hated Zhao Hong deeply, and she must not let Zhao Hong take the throne easily.

"The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. This prince of the Great Song Dynasty, the article can be described as the first in the country, what a genius! ”

Ye Shaoweng sighed, not noticing at all, Liu Kezhuang's expression darkened.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts. He really wanted to compete with Zhao Hong.

"Heavenly Genius? Just his bear-like, who knows if he's plagiarizing ......"

Wei Jin's foolish words were halfway through, and he noticed that Yang Yi's face was uncertain, and immediately stopped.

Liu Kezhuang was taken aback, and his heart was much calmer.

Listening to Wei Jinyu's words, it turned out that there was something else.

Yang Yi picked up the wine glass, another glass of wine, and drank it directly.

"I heard that this highness is going to publish an anthology of poetry, but I have some expectations in my heart, I don't know what kind of shocking it will be then?"

Liu Kezhuang couldn't help but say, but his eyes were unwilling.

Chen Qi looked at the words carefully, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

This dear friend of his is only eight years old, and he compares himself to Lu Youxin. Everyone pursued Zhao Hong so much, of course he was not convinced.

"The spring shirt is still there, Xiaoman's needlework, once wet West Lake rain."

Yang Yi looked out of the boat, sighed, and picked up the wine glass with a smile.

"Brother Liu, let's make a bet, Zhao Hong, the Duke of Jiguo, will never fall behind to all of you in the Jianghu Poetry School! When the time comes, two sets of poetry collections will come out, and I will buy one set of each in the next meeting and read it well! ”

"Good! You'll know when the time comes! ”

Liu Kezhuang picked up the wine glass, touched it with Yang Yi, and said excitedly.

Everyone looked at Gao Zhaohong, which also aroused his ambition.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's gathering is for the collection of poems of the rivers and lakes, and when the time comes, your masterpieces will be seen in the world. Brother Liu, Brother Zeng, and Brother Dai also hope to give advice and make the Jianghu poetry collection famous all over the world! ”

Chen Qi laughed.

"That's for sure! Certain! ”

Liu Kezhuang, Zeng Ji and others spoke one after another.

Writing books and making a name for yourself is a good thing for fame and fortune, and no one will refuse. Moreover, many of them are not wealthy.

"Little lady Yang, please leave Mobao when the time comes!"

Chen Qi said to Yang Yi with a smile.

Although he didn't know the identity of this noble lady, he saw that Zhen Zhidao and Wei Jinyu were respectful to her, and they should not be idle people.

"Well said! Say! ”

Yang Yi raised his glass and toasted Chen.

She drank a few glasses, and her skin was white and red, and it was even brighter and more beautiful, but she was already a little drunk.

"Do you know that this Jiguo Gong Zhao Hong has smelted good iron?"

Yang Yi held the wine glass and said leisurely.

These things, she also got the news from the palace just now, and she couldn't help but say it.

"The dignified prince can even do these tricks?"

Liu Kezhuang couldn't help but be stunned.

This prince is well-read and miscellaneous, and he knows a lot about iron smelting!

"Brother Liu, I heard that the prince has smelted good iron, and he has also saved three or four percent of charcoal money. Now that the iron mill in Huiji Mountain has been taken over by the imperial court, it can be seen that this matter is not trivial. This is not called strange skills, this is practical learning, benefiting the country and the people. ”

Dai Retro is old and well-informed, and Liu Kezhuang's views are different.

Liu Kezhuang's old face turned red and did not refute.

If this is the case, then Zhao Hong is indeed talented.

From the poems of this prince, it can be seen that this person's ambition is extraordinary. If he becomes the son of heaven in the Great Song Dynasty in the future, I wonder if he will prosper the Great Song Dynasty and have a new scene? ”

Ye Shaoweng said suddenly.

"If he becomes the emperor, I'm afraid he will be a big faint ......"

"Shut up!"

Wei Jinyu's words were interrupted by Yang Yi again and stuck in his throat.

Liu Kezhuang glanced at Wei Jinyu and Yang Yi in surprise. He vaguely felt that Wei Jinyu seemed to look down on Zhao Hong.

"Wei Yanei, if you become an official of the Great Song Dynasty, will you be able to afford the thousands of miles of the Great Song Dynasty?"

Yang Yi drank more, and the alcohol surged, and he couldn't help but have a seizure.

This Wei Jinyu, who is full of food, always holds Zhao Hong, is he sick in the brain?

"I ......"

Wei Jinyu's face was red, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"What am I me? It's so easy to smelt iron, you might as well give it a try and see if you can also refine "finger wrapping softness"? ”

After Yang Yi finished speaking, he drank another glass of wine.

Wei Jinyu's face was ugly, and he only cared about drinking.

"Old Wei, drink less!"

Zhenzhidao hurriedly snatched Wei Jinyu's wine glass and comforted his friend.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Yang Yi admired Zhao Hong, and Wei Jinyu was just jealous.

I don't know, Yang Yiqing didn't know Wei Jinyu's thoughts, or did he do it on purpose, just using Wei Jinyu as a guise for her to have no shortage of suitors?

"Everyone, let's go back to the publication of the Jianghu poetry collection. That's what we are doing today. ”

Chen Qi said with a smile, back to the topic.

This Wei Jinyu, dignified Pujiang Wei Gao, a famous family, but his behavior is rude, like a stunned young man.

I don't know, Wei Liweng Wei Shilang, the master of science in the Great Song Dynasty, how did he teach such a gentleman?

"Brother Liu, "Jianghu Poetry Collection", "Jiguo Gong Poetry Collection", I am looking forward to it! This must be a great blessing in the literary world this year! ”

Mashi said with a smile, complimenting everyone.

"Zhenyanei, I'm also looking forward to it, whether I'm waiting for the "Jianghu Poetry Collection" to be better, or His Royal Highness Jiguogong's "Poetry Anthology" is better, you all have to wait and see!"

Liu Kezhuang was high-spirited and spoke out loudly.

"We'll see!"

Everyone toasted together, the atmosphere was warm, and all the unhappiness disappeared and dissolved into the dense smoke and rain of the West Lake.