"Brother Kong is calm today, this is about to go to West Lake, don't you want to make a move?" A talented man smiled and picked up his wine glass, glanced at the woman dancing in front of him, and returned his gaze to the man on the side.

"Hehe, isn't it the same for Brother Guang'an? Today's Yun Miaozhu of Peach Blossom Spring, Yu Xiaoqin of Qingxiufang are here, this situation is not common, and there are a lot of masterpieces today, but there are not many people who can enter the teacher's eyes, and there are not many people who want to come, and then wait, it is not too late to arrive at West Lake. The man laughed.

These two are no one else, one is Kong Chengyun, who is known as one of the four talents of Donglin Society, and the other is Guang Anjun, who is as famous as him.

One represents the academic school, and the other represents the ordinary school.

"Haha, Brother Cheng Peng wrote a poem just now, and it has already been taken by Yun Miaozhu, presumably Brother Cheng Peng is blessed today." A somewhat thin teenager laughed.

"Oh? You are not going to play dumb riddles here, you can talk about it, this masterpiece of Brother Cheng Peng, so that I can enjoy it later, and see if I can really enter the magic eye of Yun Miaozhu in the Peach Blossom Garden......" A somewhat tall young man sitting on the side smiled and played with the sachet in his hand.

Sniffed lightly under his snort, and slowly exhaled a breath of orchid, intoxicated, and I don't know which girl's personal thing.

Now on the ship of the Donglin Society, there are already two of the four great talents of Donglin, that is, Yu Liang, who carries the sachet and carries the sachet, and the famous Guang Anjun and Chen Qinian, who have been famous for a long time, can be regarded as bringing together the famous talents in Hangzhou.

"Yes, Brother Lesheng, you can say it quickly, so that we can learn more and make progress...... a man said with a grin.

"Hehe, Brother Haowen is not on the ship of the banquet building, this is not your style." Yu Liang pointed at the man, and everyone burst into laughter.

This man is none other than the third generation of the Yang family's silk merchants, Yang Yufan.

Hangzhou's silk industry is the first in southern Zhejiang, and Hangzhou has the Yang family, Zhujia is the largest, the business has not only been limited to the six states of southern Zhejiang, and the adjacent Ningshan Mansion, Yichuan Mansion, Huainan Mansion have business.

The person who spoke, this is the third generation of the Yang family's businessman, Yang Yufan, sitting next to him is Zhu Haowen of the Zhu family.

Although the two of them have a lot of money, they have never been stingy with silver taels above the prostitutes, but as far as poetry and literature are concerned, they just don't make limericks, and most of the merchants who intersect with them are like this, but the more they have nothing, the more they like something, and they have some poems every day to please people, and they are good friends with these talents.

"You don't know, this Yun Miaozhu has a good personal relationship with Brother Cheng Peng, I'm afraid there will be a good story tonight, haha......" Zhu Haowen touched his somewhat fat chin and laughed.

For a while, there are one or two poems and essays, but they are not masterpieces, there are a lot of students from Donglin, and there are many talents in Hangzhou, so they can naturally distinguish one or two.

"A little bit of grace from the sky, thin wine on credit, there is a small building. The same Fu merry people want to hope, and there is no new continent in the autumn. Yang Yufan picked up a poem in his hand and read it, rhyming in unison, but it was a poem written for a woman.

Chen Qinian shook his head and commented: "There is more than enough but not enough, the pattern is too small, but the first two sentences are barely improvised, and the last two sentences, but I don't know what to do, if there is, it will be more straightforward, if not, then the first two sentences are like chicken ribs, tasteless food, and it is a pity to abandon them." ”

After listening to it, everyone nodded frequently, and everyone still trusted Chen Qinian's talent.

On the flower boat, the warbler Yanyan, the joy of the sheng flute is endless, the Yudai River drains a few miles away on the flower boat, Wang Ruoyan and Xing'er also saw a lot of people in the shopping mall on the boat, they are seniors, salute, are partners, naturally they have to say hello, occasionally hear the cheers, I don't know which talent has come out with a new work, Xing'er ran to listen to a lively, came back and told Wang Ruoyan what good sentences were written by Donglin students or Hangzhou talents, although Wang Ruoyan is the daughter of a businessman, but I still like literature, I have also learned the subset of classics and history, but the poetry and poetry are a little lacking, and I never write these things, sometimes I think about it, but I quickly dispelled this idea, or be pragmatic and do the things in hand well.

Over there, Jiang Ning asked, "What do you say?" ”

The crescent moon bit her lip: "Uncle, don't ask, anyway, anyway, the crescent moon is for the good of my aunt and miss, and my uncle is also a talent, if it is...... If Miss knows......"

Jiang Ning smiled: "No, I just read the book and say that I am a talent, but I think highly of me." He shook his head.

The crescent moon thought that if she took her uncle's poems and gave them to Miss, Miss's favor towards her uncle would definitely be further improved, Miss left on the day of her wedding, and her uncle was also poisoned, she knew all this, and the two just had the name of husband and wife.

"Uncle, don't think about it too much, it's just that the crescent moon thinks that Miss is tired every day, if you take your uncle's poems, and the crescent moon finds someone to compose a song and sing it to Miss, it can be regarded as being able to help Miss relieve and relieve, and it doesn't have to be so tight all day long." The crescent moon was slightly red, and she pinched the corners of her clothes with both hands and hurriedly explained: "The songs outside are all Qinglou words, foul language, and you can't sing it to the young lady. ”

Jiang Ning knew that this girl didn't have any thoughts, and it was also a good idea to do so, those nouns and good sentences were basically covered by Qinglou, if you can find any new poems, they are just some limerick poems.

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full, I have a poem here, you can take it to compose music, I think it should be possible." Jiang Ning thought for a while, picked up the pen, and wrote five words on the rice paper on the table, "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade x curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is brushed back.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”