The Zhuyuan Poetry Club is located in the west mountain of the capital, where the scenery is beautiful and full of aura, which is a great beauty of the capital.

When Lin Ping'an and his party arrived, Jiang Xingzhou was already waiting outside the bamboo garden, and when he saw Lin Ping'an coming, he immediately bowed his hand: "In Xiajiang Xingzhou, I have seen Dean Lin." ”

Lin Ping'an also returned the salute, he glanced at Jiang Xingzhou, and saw that the other party was in his twenties, wearing a cyan robe, and he was quite bookish.

Lin Ping'an and Jiang Xingzhou exchanged two words, and Jiang Xingzhou was invited into the bamboo garden.

The bamboo in the bamboo garden is lush and green, shading the sky and the sun, and the path is paved with some bluestone, and the sides of the path are all kinds of flowers and plants.

The breeze rustles the bamboo leaves, which is really refreshing.

Lin Ping'an enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the bamboo garden while listening to Jiang Xingzhou talk about the origin of the bamboo garden and the interesting stories of the four talents.

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard the sound of silk and bamboo in the distance.

Lin Ping'an turned his head to look and saw a group of women walking in the distance, all of them wearing various brocade dresses and long skirts, which were the talented women from all walks of life who came to participate in the poetry meeting.

"Sixteen girls came this time, all of whom are daughters of major families."

Jiang Xingzhou introduced Lin Ping'an in a low voice.

Lin Ping'an nodded, he didn't know much about these daughters of the noble family.

"The girl in white is the daughter of the Shangshu family of the Criminal Department, named Liu Yiyi, and her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all first-class."

"This girl in green clothes is the daughter of the household servant's family, named Su Meier, don't look at her young, only seventeen years old, but she is the best among all the girls, and her poetry and songs are first-class."

Jiang Xingzhou introduced Lin Ping'an one by one.

Lin Ping'an could only nod constantly.

It's not that he doesn't want to know more about these girls, it's just that he is not good at poetry and songs, so he didn't listen to Jiang Xingzhou's introduction.

In the middle of the bamboo garden is a large hall, where the poetry meeting was held.

Lin Ping'an followed Jiang Xingzhou to the main hall and found a place to sit down.

At this moment, the hall was already full of people.

Jiang Xingzhou whispered to Lin Ping'an: "There are two more talented people coming in a while." ”

Lin Ping'an nodded, and at this moment, there were bursts of applause in the distance, and I saw a group of sons in brocade clothes walking into the main hall.

The two people who walked in the front, one was dressed in blue and had a face like a crown of jade, it was Liu Wushuang.

The other was dressed in red, his face was slightly dark, but his eyes were like cold stars, it was Wei Wuya.

These two are one of the four great talents in the capital, and now they appear at the same time, which naturally attracts the attention of everyone present.

Lin Ping'an glanced at the two of them, but said secretly in his heart: "This Liu Wushuang and Wei Wuya are really dragons and phoenixes among people, especially that Wei Wuya, although his appearance is not good, but his eyes are like cold stars, he is not angry and arrogant, and he will definitely be extraordinary in the future." ”

Just when everyone was in the limelight, Song Zhice also came.

This talented man is dressed as a scholar, and he looks polite, but there is a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

Although he looked younger than Liu Wushuang and Wei Wuya, his bearing was not inferior to the two of them.

"This must be Song Zhice."

Lin Ping'an said to Jiang Xingzhou in a low voice.

Jiang Xingzhou nodded.

After the gathering of the four talents, the poetry meeting is about to begin.

As the host, Jiang Xingzhou first took the stage to recite a poem of his own, which was brilliant and amazed by everyone present.

Next, Liu Wushuang, one of the four great talents, took the stage to recite poetry.

This Liu Wushuang's poetry is also excellent, and his poetic style is different from other talents in the hall, and he pays more attention to the expression of feelings.

After a poem was chanted, the applause in the hall was thunderous.

Next came Wei Wuya and Song Zhice on stage to chant poetry.

The poetry style of these two talents is relatively bold and unrestrained, and after a poem is chanted, many people in the hall are moved.

Although Lin Ping'an doesn't know much about poetry, he has a certain level of listening to poetry, he thought to himself in his heart

"It seems that the poetic attainments of these four people are indeed a little high, but why have the names of these four people never been left in history?"

Ye Yunshu is also a person who has been familiar with poetry since she was a child, and after listening to the poems of the four people, she couldn't help nodding her head again and again, and said to Lin Ping'an

"Young master, these people really deserve to be the four great talents in the capital, do you have the confidence to surpass them?"

As long as it's a white prostitute, it's a matter of every minute and every second to take them down...... Lin Ping'an deliberately looked embarrassed, and said to Ye Yunshu:

"Writing poems and lyrics pays attention to a state of mind, and the state of mind is naturally at your fingertips, but if you don't have a state of mind. No matter how much I scratch my ears and cheeks, I can't think of half a sentence. ”

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoxiao asked strangely:

"So how do you have a state of mind?"

Lin Ping'an spread his hands and said: "The state of mind is naturally generated, how can you force it?" ”

Jiang Xingzhou, who had been accompanying him, heard this, nodded with deep sympathy and said:

"Dean Lin's words are very pertinent, the poems are not as disciplined as the eight strands of writing, there are rules and regulations at all, the emphasis is on arbitrary swaying, made by heart, good works are often flashes of inspiration in the mind, not painstakingly meditated."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of applause beside him, and everyone agreed with Jiang Xingzhou's words.

Liu Wushuang, Song Zhice, and Wei Wuya came to Lin Ping'an's side and said to Lin Ping'an:

Dean Lin's song "Butterfly Loves Flowers. The Forbidden City Sends Xu Buddha is a masterpiece for the ages, I am ashamed of myself, today the dean can come to this bamboo garden poetry meeting, it is really for this poetry will add a lot of color, and I am still looking forward to listening to Dean Lin's next masterpiece. ”

Lin Ping'an waved his hand again and again, and said with a wry smile: "I really have no mood at the moment, and my mind is even more blank." ”

Wei Wuya hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's better to listen to the masterpieces of other talented and beautiful people first, maybe Dean Lin will have inspiration in his head when the time comes." ”

So he turned around and said to the talented and beautiful people:

"Just now, the four of us were just throwing bricks and stones, and I also invited all the talented and beautiful people to present their masterpieces."

At this time, I saw Liu Yiyi, the daughter of the Shangshu of the Criminal Department, come to Lin Ping'an's side, Ying Ying bowed, and said:

"Dean Lin, your "Butterfly Love Flowers: Sending Xu Buddha to the Forbidden City" makes the little girl admire it so much that she can't help but be ugly."

As she spoke, she turned around and took the pipa from the maid's hand, and sang as she played:

"On the side of the Forbidden City, flowers bloom and fall, send Jun Nanpu, and it is difficult to stay affectionate.

Wangjun returned early and reunited in the imperial capital.

The green silk is long, the red face is beautiful, and the lovesickness is difficult to stay. ”

The singing is like crying, which makes people unconsciously intoxicated.

After singing the song, the applause in the hall was thunderous.

Liu Yiyi bowed to Lin Ping'an Yingying and said:

"The little woman is ugly."

Lin Ping'an nodded and praised:

"It's really admirable."

At this time, Su Mei'er, the daughter of the household servant, also came to Lin Ping'an's side and said:

"Dean Lin, I'm here to offer my ugliness too."

As she spoke, she waved the fan in her hand and recited a poem of her own.

Her poetic style is completely different from that of Liu Yiyi, focusing more on depicting scenes and expressing emotions.

The poem depicts a beautiful landscape painting that makes people feel as if they are there.

Lin Ping'an was also full of praise after hearing this.

At this time, other talented and beautiful people also took the stage to perform, and the hall was filled with poetry and applause.

Lin Ping'an looked at the scene in front of him and thought to himself in his heart:

"These talented and beautiful people are really talented, and they can be called the pride of the sky, but if they meet my white prostitute, they can only bow down."

Yan smiled and glanced at Lin Ping'an, and asked in a low voice, "How is it, isn't your state of mind here yet?" ”

Lin Ping'an shook his head and said, "It's almost." ”

Ye Yunshu blinked his beautiful eyes, and muttered to himself in his heart: "What kind of state of mind does your young master want?" ”

At this time, the hall fell into silence, everyone looked at Lin Ping'an, and some people couldn't help muttering in their hearts:

"Is the song "Butterfly Love Flowers, Forbidden City Gift to Xu Buddha" made by this son? Why doesn't it look like it! ”

And Liu Yiyi, Su Meier and other women also stared at Lin Ping'an with beautiful eyes without blinking, and they couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in their hearts.

"Sister Liu, is that song sung in the capital really composed by that Dean Lin?"

Su Meier asked in a whisper in Liu Yiyi's ear.

Liu Yiyi shook her head: "I don't know, it is said that the poem came from in which Qinglou, and many people witnessed it on the spot, so it shouldn't be wrong." ”

"Then why hasn't he been able to make a song for so long?"

Another woman couldn't help but ask.

"It's not so easy to compose lyrics, you think it's a business."

Liu Yiyi glanced at the woman, and said:

"Especially the kind of masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages, they are even more meticulously crafted, and they have been obtained with great effort, presumably Dean Lin is still in the making."

Su Mei'er also nodded and agreed: "Dean Lin said just now, he is not in a state of mind at the moment, we might as well wait." ”

Although the four talents did not urge Lin Ping'an, a trace of doubt gradually arose in their hearts, it stands to reason that Jiang Xingzhou's invitation was delivered three days ago, if Lin Ping'an was coming, he would definitely be ready early in the morning, how could he come to the scene to think about it?

Lin Ping'an saw that the heat was almost over, and was about to speak, but he heard a voice from outside the main hall.