Meng Zhongxian ate the cantaloupe one bite at a time, and commented while eating: "The skin is hard and the meat is soft, bitter first and then sweet, this melon in the Western Regions is really like being a person and doing knowledge, good melon, good melon!"

Wang Qilin applauded him: social society.

His applause was sincere, and the old man's teeth and food were really good.

Then the officials entered the door, and Wan Buddhazi mixed inside, and when they saw Wang Qilin, they jumped over and picked up a bunch of grapes and ate them.

Liu Bo and Cao Qing accompanied Zhao Lin into the door, and as soon as they appeared, the audience stood up as if they were greeting the chief, and they almost applauded and welcomed.

Zhao Lin has the highest official rank, but this person is not good at words and is low-key, so tonight's protagonists are Liu Bo and Cao Qingsing.

Liu Bo really likes Zhang Ruhui, and he has to take him with him to a Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, and he also added a seat to him to sit next to him.

Seeing this, Zhao Lin beckoned and added a seat, and called Wang Qilin over.

Seeing this, Xu Da's heart bloomed, and said: "The seventh master has now become Lord Zhao's heart, hehe, it seems that there is hope for promotion!"

Xie Toad rolled his eyes and said, "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, you heartless, Lord Wang is not bad if he doesn't take the punishment this time, and he is promoted?" You think strangely, why don't you want him to marry a daughter-in-law?"

Zu Zhiwen acted as the host, and after the big guy sat down, he beckoned, and there were warblers and swallows holding small plates of snails.

I saw the red skirt and yellow shirt fluttering, there was a lot of fat powder in the room, and an ambiguous smell began to flow in the air.

Each person has a plate of small snails, Zu Zhiwen stood up and crossed his hands and said: "Parents and officials, the officials are polite, this is the so-called Mid-Autumn Festival to eat snails, a stack of good things, we have no famous specialties in Jixiang County, but the snails produced by Jixiang River outside the county are not bad, you can see clearly, so please try it." ”

Liu Bo rolled up his sleeves and twisted a snail and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, it is indeed a good time to eat snails at this time, as the so-called Mid-Autumn Festival is near, there are many gifts from the cake bait......

"The taro has been eaten and the snail is fragrant!" the scholars in the hall shook their heads and took the last line of the poem.

Wang Qilin had never heard of this poem, and he didn't know these exquisiteness, but their old peasants just knew that the snails were empty at this time, and there were no small snails in their abdomen, and the meat was particularly fatty.

However, the snail is hard to eat, and the folk use a broom grass to eat it outside, but this is a vulgar act, and it cannot be put on the table, and formal occasions are purely sucked out by mouth.

Wang Qilin has enough internal strength, and he can suck out a piece of meat in one breath, but the scholars are not strong enough, some are staring and some are puffing out their cheeks, but they didn't suck anything out in the end.

Xu Da is a master, he can not only suck, but also use his tongue to pick out the snail meat lightly, so I saw his hands linked, and one by one the snails left his mouth and became an empty snail shell.

After eating the snail, you have to start drinking, the osmanthus of the Mid-Autumn Festival blooms the most, and the famous wine crown of the prosperous building is the osmanthus wine.

Zu Zhiwen personally added wine to Liu Bo, and Liu Bo personally added wine to Zhao Lin, but when he saw that the wine glass was full, Wang Qilin next to him was holding a wine jug and showing a dog-licking smile.

Liu Bo laughed and said, "Guixian, the name of this wine is good, crown Mid-Autumn Festival, crown Mid-Autumn Festival-

Mei Ding is jealous, and Ju Ying is ashamed. The opening of the painting crown Mid-Autumn Festival. But so?"

Zu Zhiwen gave a thumbs up in admiration and said, "Lord Liu is really talented, that's right!"

Liu Bo took a sip of clear wine and exclaimed: "Mellow and rich, good wine, good wine should be accompanied by good poems, who will chant a song of Yi'an Jushi's "Partridge Sky - Osmanthus"?"

At this time, scholars, especially young scholars, should be given a chance to perform, but Meng Zhongxian personally put on the battle, shaking his head and reciting:

"Dull and light, luteal and soft. The love is far away, only the fragrance remains.

Why do you need light blue and light red, it is the first rate of flowers......"

After listening to "Partridge Heaven", Liu Bo drank happily and said: "Good poems, good poems, help Ji Dou and drink cinnamon syrup, adults, students, I will have another drink!"

After this round of drinking, Wang Qilin stood up and said: "Lord Liu, you just said that good wine should be accompanied by good poems, but let's use the poems of the ancient sages to match the wine after all, it tastes bad, this wine is brewed with osmanthus this year, and the lower officials think that the poems should also be created by this year's students." ”

Liu Bo looked at him with interest and asked, "This makes sense, are the scholars here prepared?"

Wang Qilin said: "The scholars in this county are like springs of thought, and they can make good poems on the spot." ”

The students looked at Meng Zhongxian one after another: What kind of routine is this?

Meng Zhongxian's face remained unchanged, and he was also wondering in his heart: What's the matter? How could this reckless boy take the initiative to mention poetry? Could it be that he was dizzy after drinking three glasses of wine and was about to blow himself up?

While pondering, he responded and said: "Lord Wang praised it falsely, but the students can spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with all of you, this is indeed a blessing for the three lives, and I believe they all want to show it." It's better to be like this, our big guy just sits in a circle, then there will be a flying flower order, drumming and passing flowers, and the flowers will fall into poetry, how about it?"

This is his plan, the drummers have arranged it, and he has also arranged who the flowers will fall to, and the students who receive the flowers have prepared poems in advance, just waiting to give him a long face, and at the same time the flowers will fall into the hands of Wang Qilin, and then hehehe.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a laugh of pig arch cabbage.

Liu Bo was about to nod, but Wang Qilin hurriedly said: "It is interesting to beat the drum and pass the flowers, but it can't fully show the literary talents of the students in this county, so I think we will drink one by one, compose poems one by one, and have a Mid-Autumn Festival group poetry meeting, so that after many years, we may be able to leave a good story." ”

The students in the audience suddenly changed color.

Meng Zhongxian's face also changed.

Zhao Lin, who can't drink alcohol or eat meat, originally thought that this kind of banquet was very boring, so he thought it was very interesting to see the students' faces change, as if they were looking at the changing faces, so he said, "Okay, let's do it this way." ”

The chief official said so, and Liu Bo and Cao Qing naturally had no opinion.

At this time, Wang Qilin came out and saluted the three of them one by one, and said: "The game is proposed by the lower officials, so start with the lower officials, tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, the students take the Mid-Autumn Festival as the title of the poem, and hastily prepare a poem of seven laws.

Seeing this, Zu Zhiwen, Meng Zhongxian and others scratched their heads one after another, and they were stunned.

Liu Bo was very interested, and waved his hand: "Lord Wang, do you want to show your literary talents first?" Very good, sure enough, young man, please!"

Wang Qilin pushed open the window, and a full moon hung high in the sky.

The moonlight is shining.

There are flowers on the balcony, Wang Qilin pointed to the blooming flowers and recited affectionately:

"A few times the flowers sat down and the, and the silver man red wall looked into the distance. ”

He looked at the stars in the sky again, and continued to read: "It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is up." ”

"Lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon, like turning the heart to peel off the banana.

In three or five years, in March and May, the poor glass of wine is not, it was, and it was gone!"

As the whole poem was spit out, the scholars' expressions changed again and again.

The last word 'elimination' was spit out, and some scholars gasped, some scholars raised their glasses excitedly, some scholars were depressed, some scholars had dull eyes, and some showed off their whistles.

The whistle was naturally Xu Da, and he gave two thumbs up and said, "Awesome!"

Wang Qilin forgot who the author of this poem was and forgot the name of the poem, and he memorized the whole poem in order to express himself in front of his parents.

Originally, after many years, he had almost forgotten this poem.

But by coincidence, he woke up his brain some time ago, and now he has an extraordinary memory, and he can recall many of the past events of his youth.

After Mu Taihang reminded him just now, he was racking his brains to recall this poem, and finally remembered it.

This poem is naturally nothing compared to the ancient famous sentences such as "Water Tune Song Tou - When Will the Bright Moon Be", "Nian Nujiao - Mid-Autumn Festival", "August 15th Night Moon", "Chang'e", "Tang Duoling" and so on, but these ancient sentences are all in books, and the scholars present know more than Wang Qilin, and he can't plagiarize.

And this poem is one of the few poems he found in his dream that he could not find in the poetry books of the New Han Dynasty, so he painstakingly memorized it, and when he was a teenager, he was ignorant, thinking that he could become a well-known genius by writing a good poem.

But his father's lack of attention and his maturity made him abandon this delusion.

Poetry is not so easy to be, for example, at this time, Meng Zhongxian guessed that his poem was plagiarized, and asked: "Lord Wang, did you really make this poem?"

Wang Qilin smiled and said, "What, is Master Meng going to make a song too?"

Meng Zhongxian asked: "No, Xia Guan just has some doubts about this poem and wants to ask my lord, how is the dictionary used in the poem, what is the basis in the poem? What does this silver man and the red wall represent? What does the banana mean after peeling? What is the feeling in the third and fifth years and March and May? And ......?"

Wang Qilin said calmly: "These are easy to say, Lord Meng, we can discuss them carefully after dinner." Forget it now, the beautiful scenery of the good day is not waiting for people, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and the next time should be handed over to the students here, and the students will show their literary talents to the adults here. ”

Hearing this, the scholars were excited and wanted to scold their mother, don't you know where to make up such a good poem, can we see people in comparison?

Meng Zhongxian understood this truth even more, and he simply said: "Lord Wang, this poem of yours can be called a famous sentence through the ages, I don't know what its poem name is?

It's almost impossible to directly say that your grandson plagiarized plagiarism!

But Meng Zhongxian Bing is not making trouble out of nothing, he firmly believes that this poem was not made by Wang Qilin, because he is a dignified person, and he thinks that he can't make such a good poem.

You must know that he has been reading the books of the sages for fifty years, but what about Wang Qilin?

It's just a rough embryo!

Wang Qilin said with a smile: "Master Meng thinks that this official doesn't know how to read and write and doesn't understand poetry because he hasn't gone to school. Forget it, Master Meng, there is no point in arguing here between you and me, if you have any questions, you come to me after the banquet, and let's discuss it together. ”

"As for the title of the poem," he muttered, "I haven't thought of ...... yet."

Meng Zhongxian smiled: "Is it that Lord Wang didn't think about it or you don't dare to ......?"

"Gift Zhao Liu Cao Sanjun on the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival!" Wang Qilin said suddenly.

Meng Zhongxian was stunned for a moment and asked, "What?"

Wang Qilin smiled faintly: "I said that the poem of this poem is called the Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Night for Zhao Liu Cao Sanjun!"

Liu Bo suddenly looked happy.

Zhao Lin ate a fig and said, "Change it, give Liu Cao Erjun on the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I am a rough man who can only dance with knives and sticks, and I am not interested in poetry and songs." ”

Wang Qilin bowed his head and said: "That is 'Mid-Autumn Festival Moonlit Night Gift Liu Cao Erjun'." ”

Liu Bo was even happier.

He was a reader and knew the value of the poem very well.

In fact, like Meng Zhongxian, he didn't believe that this poem was written by Wang Qilin, in fact, he didn't believe that anyone here wrote such a poem.

But what does it matter? Anyway, this poem is the first time it has appeared in public, and the title of the poem is related to itself.

What does this mean?

It means that as long as this poem is sung, your name and life will be passed on!

So he raised his glass and exclaimed: "Wang Xiaolang is really a young man, he can calm the world with a sword, and he can write a book of sages and sages when he draws a sword!"

The prefect has already spoken, what else can Meng Zhongxian say?

He sat down in despair, and there was a thought in his heart: Bad things are done!

Liu Bo admired this poem greatly, and after drinking a glass, he raised his glass and chanted again, and then the poem was full of excitement and waved his hand: "Students, don't you show your poetic talent?"

Wang Qilin looked at Meng Zhongxian with ill intentions and said, "Why don't you start with Master Meng?"

Meng Zhongxian wanted to scold his mother, but he didn't dare to speak out.

Shivering.

Silenced.

The scholars in the hall were even more miserable, they lowered their heads one by one, eager to stuff their heads into the crotch of their pants.

Xu Da looked at Zhile, when he was in school, whenever the master wanted to ask a difficult question, the big guy was like this bear.

But Liu Bo was on the rise, and he said to Meng Zhongxian expectantly: "Master Meng, please show your poetic talents!"

Cao Qing also urged him: "Yes, this official has heard of Mr. Meng's talent in Fucheng, and tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, please show your poetry talent." ”

Tonight, they and Zhao Lin are the protagonists, and Zhao Lin has no interest in the literary world, which means that if there are still masterpieces coming out, the surnames of the two will also be the name of the poem.

Wang Qilin has already made a masterpiece of this dynasty, which can be circulated for at least a few hundred years, and they can be talked about by the world for hundreds of years.

If there is another masterpiece......

The two of them were as excited as the hairy boy who entered the Qinglou for the first time.

Meng Zhongxian couldn't shirk it, so he could only get up and slowly chant a poem prepared in advance with a steady step:

"Pai Yun sent the book for two years, and he had to go to the alliance to count the immortals. Follow the rabbit before the end of the day, and relax and enjoy the clear ripples!"

There was silence in the hall for a while, and the pins could be heard.

Then Cao Qing asked in disappointment, "It's over?"

Xu Da teased: "Master Meng, yours is too short, right? Look at my seventh master, how long is that guy?"

Meng Zhongxian understood the gap between the two poems, he was ashamed, and sat down with a smile: "I'm old, I'm old, I don't have much talent." ”

Liu Bo raised his glass and said: "This poem is still worthy of being a big white, come, you all raise a glass together, for the sons of my auspicious county." ”

The scholars' faces were gloomy, and the first person sitting at the top of the list happened to be the doctor Meng Laofu in the small study.

Now, the pressure is all on him.

Meng Zhongxian looked at him, counting on his brother to come up with a worse poem, so that he was not so bad.

Dr. Meng did prepare a poem, but Wang Qilin's poem was in front of him, and he really couldn't get it.

So what to do?

As the saying goes, people are old and treacherous, horses are old and slippery, and rabbits are old and eagles are difficult to take.

The old doctor just came up with a trick, Liu Bo led the toast, he drank happily, his face flushed after drinking, he stood up and staggered to recite a poem, but just opened his mouth and fell to the ground.

The two scholars in the back had already received his orders, and when they saw this, they immediately shouted and helped him up: "The old master is not strong enough to drink, and the adults ask for forgiveness." ”

The scholars picked him up and dragged him out, and the two of them escaped by the way.

In this way, the scholar who is ranked fourth has become the target of public criticism.

This scholar originally thought that the butcher's knife would not fall on his head for a while, and he had time to think of countermeasures, but the person in front of him was so shameless......

I'll you!

His mentality collapsed all at once!

But the commander of Fucheng was in front of him, he didn't dare to attack, so he could only stand up and read with sorrow: "Because I am still waiting for leisure at night, Jipu Qingxi is in another country. Autumn water half-hook soup cake guest, never from Songjiang. ”

Liu Bo and Cao Qing glanced at each other, with a look of 'what is this'......

Meng Zhongxian breathed a sigh of relief, compared to his poem, it was okay.

But Zu Zhiwen's expression was terrible: he wanted to rely on the scholars in the county to earn some face for himself, but look at their performance!

The old county was speechless and drank vigorously.

This wine tonight is so sour!

Liu Bo saw that the atmosphere of the dinner party was about to collapse, and hurriedly said: "Tonight, there is a bright moon in the sky, there is a cup of wine, and there are a lot of good poems, how can such a good day be without fun?

Zu Zhiwen stood up and waved his hand and said, "Play music, play music!"

Xu Dahehe asked, "Is there a?" ”

A team of girls walked up gracefully, put on a posture and sang and plucked, and the sound of silk and bamboo suddenly started.

Xu Da and Xie Toad came up to toast Zhao Lin, Zhao Lin raised Gu worms, usually does not touch alcohol, he responded to the two with tea instead of wine, and behaved very face-giving.

The big guy started chatting, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers sounded outside, Liu Bo was very interested in it, he beckoned Zhao Lin to go to the window, and the two chatted quietly while watching the fireworks.

Fireworks fall, and the night is silent.

Liu Bo came over and asked Wang Qilin, "Lord Wang, how are you doing in Jixiang County?"

Wang Qilin hugged his fists and said: "Thank you Lord Prefect for your concern, Xiaguan is very comfortable here, very good." ”

Liu Bo nodded and said, "Well, but now that you know that the county has been killed by ghosts, although you have solved the case, I am afraid that the matter will still have an impact on you." ”

Wang Qilin nodded silently.

Liu Bo smiled and said: "The county examination paper of Jixiang County has been leaked, although you have also solved this case, but you are still guilty of dereliction of duty." ”

Wang Qilin smiled bitterly: "I am negligent in my humble work, and I am willing to accept punishment." ”

Liu Bo patted him on the shoulder and said, "You don't have to be in a hurry to take responsibility, after the third watch tonight, you come to my room, I have something to say to you." ”

"You come on your own, and you can't be spotted by anyone. He added.

Wang Qilin was stunned, I'm Nima, what do you mean?

Liu Bo didn't speak again, turned away, and began to talk with the scholars with a wine glass.

Zhao Lin said lightly: "Be careful when you go to Lord Liu's room tonight, don't be seen." ”

Wang Qilin was stunned, he swallowed his saliva hard, hugged his fists and said, "Please make it clear." ”

Zhao Lin said: "I can't say too much, I can only tell you that Lord Liu has a good impression of you and is willing to give you a great opportunity." In short, you have to behave well in front of Master Liu tonight. ”

Wang Qilin looked at him in shock, and then looked at Liu Bo.

Liu Bo was pushing cups and changing lamps with a few handsome scholars, so he looked at Zhang Ruhui again.

Zhang Ruhui had a mysterious smile on his face, and sat peacefully in his seat, without desire, without moving, without impatience.

Waiting for Zhao Lin to leave, Xu Da squirmed to Wang Qilin and whispered, "Seventh Master, what are you going to do tonight?"

Wang Qilin said blankly: "What do you mean?"

Xu Da scratched his head and said, "Do you want me to ask someone to inquire, isn't this chapter coarse than ordinary people......

Wang Qilin was furious, and then lost his soul again.

There is no curfew on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, tonight's auspicious county is a sleepless city, the local folk have a saying that the later you sleep on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the longer you live, the people pray for longevity, they must stay up late, and young people even want to play all night.

Zhao Lin, Liu Bo and other officials were arranged to rest in the second hall of the yamen, and the entire Jixiang Street was always crowded at night, so it was quite troublesome to avoid everyone's eyes and ears to enter the second hall.

In particular, Liu Bo and Zhao Lin successively told him not to be discovered by outsiders, so he could only act carefully.