In Yangzhou City, the fifteenth day of the lunar month every year is an unprecedented grand lantern festival, in the daytime, each family has hung colorful lanterns in the eaves corner of the house, pasted with joyful gilt flower paper, at night, a large family is full of harmony to eat a table of delicious food, after dinner, wander on the street to watch the colorful lanterns, and then listen to the beautiful poetry of the local talents, it is the most beautiful and happy day of the previous year.

The night of the fifteenth day of the lunar month this year came very early, and it seems that the gods of heaven also want to see the gorgeous scenery of thousands of colored lanterns floating and sinking in the night tide in this corner of the world.

After the dinner, Lu Jingyuan couldn't wait to take Ziling to Yangzhou's most prosperous and noisy high-rise building tonight-Hanhai Mingchen.

The largest poetry contest of the year will be held there, and it can be described as a gathering of heroes and famous families.

And tonight, there will be a beautiful woman who looks like a city and a country, dances gracefully, and reads poetry and books.

Since ancient times, famous women have been matched with high talents, and the more beautiful women who are both beautiful and full of poetry and books, the more they can sing historical stories.

Therefore, tonight's platform poetry will attract much attention, attracting celebrities from all walks of life to be ready to move, wanting to shine and overwhelm the crowd.

Such a peerless event is naturally indispensable to Lu Jingyuan, who has always liked to join in the fun, as for whether he really likes the poetry meeting or wants to witness the amazing beauty of that Ji with his own eyes, it is hard to say.

At night, the street is full of pedestrians, the outer courtyard of Hanhai Mingchen, the moon viewing platform in the middle of the courtyard hangs halfway up the dangerous building, and the open and large flat under the high platform has long been blocked by water, and the crowd is surging.

The left and right sides of the viewing platform repair the brocade building, called "picking the star building" and "cloud fantasy building" for the Marquis of Fujia to watch the "nine days of the bright moon" suspended in the center, 30 steps away from the stage reclining a brilliant stilted Accord, accommodating nearly 1,000 people, all of them are rich businessmen and celebrities in the city, the foot of the bottom of the building is a simple railing, standing surrounded by countless ordinary people.

There are three sects and nine streams in the courtyard, there are wealthy officials who spend money, there are rich armor gentlemen who are dressed in jewels, and there are also poor people who break their heads and want to get into it to increase their knowledge. ”

"Tonight, our Hanhai Mingchen's top brand beauty poetry will be a guest, if all the sons and talents in the audience are interested, they will participate in the election, and the winner will get a red card. A woman stood on the large flat under the moon viewing platform, and at this moment she opened her mouth slightly in front of a cadre of literati and inkmen.

"Hanhai Mingchen?What's going on?" a young man outside the railing of the stage patted the white-clothed Confucian who was waiting anxiously in front of him, and the latter looked impatient and his eyes were full of disdain.

"Hanhai Mingchen is the first of the four red mansions in Yangzhou, as for the red card, it is Miss Cao Ni Cao, are you a foreigner, I don't know?"

"Oh, is Miss Cao so beautiful that she can cause such a grand appearance?"

The rumored leader "Cao Ni" was born with a beautiful face and moon appearance, which can be described as peerless. The phoenix eyes and small mouth, the purple hair and the blue snail, the body is more flexible than the weak willow, the complexion is as white as a baby, and the singing voice is tactful and melodious, winding around the beam for three days, endlessly. ”

Cao Huakui's green onion fingers are very good at stroking the piano, playing a hundred birds to dance, and has the reputation of "little fairy". Cao Huakui's status in Hanhai Mingchen is second to none, unlike other red cards, Qingyin, she will not be as flattering and flattering as a vulgar woman, and there is only one way to drink with her at the same table, and that is her original poetry guest. ”

"After talking for a long time, don't you mean that you haven't even seen a real person?"

"Cut, foreigner, don't have the same knowledge as you! The gentleman doesn't move his hands!" Confucian Fang was about to argue with him about the theory, but suddenly found the iron sword tied behind the man's back, and was instantly deflated.

The man with the sword on his back looked left and right, and found that there was nothing worth paying attention to, so he silently left the crowd.

Lu Jingyuan and Ziling stood by the fence in the stilted pavilion, Lu Jingyuan looked up at the viewing platform and did not speak, Ziling felt the cold wind in the night, and his shoulders trembled a little.

"Is it cold?" Lu Jingyuan glanced at her.

"Sort of. Ziling replied softly.

"This fox fur is for you. Lu Jingyuan untied the knot and put the wide fox fur on Ziling.

"Childe, Ziling is actually not cold!" Ziling looked stunned.

"That's so much nonsense, put it on. Lu Jingyuan looked straight ahead, with a faint smile on his face.

Ziling gently tugged at the tethers on both sides of the fox fur, and her face was red for a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Mochizuki Poetry Festival is about to begin, so please get ready. There was a sound on the large flat under the moon viewing platform, and at this time, the atmosphere in Hanhai Mingchen finally reached its peak

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the high platform, with a graceful figure, like a weak willow twisting the spring breeze by the lake, and the woman in the green shirt wore a thin veil on her cheeks, and her peerless appearance was vaguely visible. The red lips of the woman in the green shirt are slightly opened, like a jade pendant bead plate, and the timbre is wonderful and flawless. She spoke, causing a lot of noise from the audience.

"Thanks to the love of all the sons and daughters tonight, the little girl will be the problem. ”

"Heaven to earth, rain to wind. Continents against the sky. Mountain flowers to sea trees, red sun to the sky. The thunder is faint and foggy. The sun goes down against the sky. The wind is high and the autumn moon is white, and the rain is red at sunset. The cow girl is about the two star rivers, and the two Yao fights in the west and the east. In October, the sassy frost frightened the brigade, on the Sandong River, the snow and the cold fish. ”

"This ...... How do you fight? The poor scholars in the audience scratched their ears and cheeks, and the magnates of the Jinlou on the left and right were leisurely drinking tea, teasing the beautiful maids beside them from time to time.

In tonight's huge poetry meeting, most of the people just came to feast their eyes and join in the fun, and a few people learned to be rich and full of wealth, but they knew that this place was not a Confucian college, and there were few people who were really fed, but a group of people who hunted for fame and reputation.

Besides, Cao Ni's poetry is already famous in the seven cities of Zhongzhou in the entire Yan Land, and those who can talk to her are by no means idle, but a genius in the literary world.

"The river is against Han, green is against red. Yu Bo to Lei Gong. The smoke tower is against the snow cave, and the moon hall is against the heavenly palace. The clouds are shining, and the sun is hazy. Clogs on the fishing tent. The stars in the sky are like arrows, and the soul moon is like a bow. Post travelers are in the plum rain, and the people in the pond pavilion are carrying the lotus wind. In front of Maodian Village, Haoyue falls into the forest and the chickens sing rhymes, and on Banqiao Road, Qingshuang locks the whereabouts of the horses. After a long stalemate, someone finally couldn't help it, and the high-pitched poem became the attention of everyone.

It turned out to be a confident gentleman in the stilted Accord, with a handsome face, a white robe, jewelry, and a bit of elegance.

"Good poetry! Good right!" There are martial artists in the rivers and lakes, and young women have peeked and looked at him.

"What's so difficult about fighting against small endowments?" A lazy voice floated from the sparse crowd.

"Mountains to the sea, China to Song. Four Peaks to Three Princes. The palace flower is against the forbidden willow, and the goose is against the river dragon. Qingxia Palace, Guanghan Palace. Pick up the green on the topic red. Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, and Lu Wangzhao flies to bears. When the wind in the north stops the summer fan, the south curtain is exposed to the sun and the province is dried in winter. The crane dances at the head of the building, the jade flute makes the fairy moon miserable, and on the Fengxiang platform, Zi Xiao blows off the beauty wind. ”

In an instant, another Fu appeared, and everyone in the audience looked for the person like crazy, looking left and right but did not find it, and then a woman raised her hand and pointed to the west wall of the courtyard.

Lying on top of the towering western wall, with one foot on the glazed tiles and one leg hanging from the wall, the man was a green-shirted swordsman, holding a flask in one hand and squinting at the platform with his head in the other.

That man was the man with the sword on his back who appeared in the crowd first.

Due to the dim lighting, the man with the sword on his back seemed to blend in with the night, and it was not until the distant lights reflected towards him that everyone could see his appearance clearly.

Long silver hair, angular-edged face, upright and soft facial features, stubble on the chin, and a tightly wrapped sword behind his back, quite a bit of a swordsman.

"Is it him? How could this be ......" The disdainful Confucian stared at him in disbelief, as dumbfounded as a ghost.

"The two sons, the right ones are very neat, which really impressed the little woman, and the little woman below made a joke again. ”

"A grain of rain, apricot blossoms and leaves, two places and lotus, three lives and three worlds and ten miles of peach blossoms. It is shallow, the ruler is an empty raft, and the flying snow is terrifying, which can be described as a person's resentment and resentment, a few places of leisure, and an empty bottle of Lugu Moon. ”

"This word is so deep, it is really Cao Jiaren's handwriting!" Those pretentious economic talents looked gloomy and fell into anxiety.

"What's so hard about that? ”

"A fire, a green ant bamboo screen, a pair of winged birds, six sorrows, six joys and five years of infatuation. The heart is cut, the remnant strings are Chen Qin, the deep pool locks the carp, especially the wind and snow in Meilang, unbearable night, drunk and lying in the pear orchard. ”

The man with the sword on his back blurted out again, and before he had time to think, this person had already spoken eloquently, and he was simply a genius.

"Absolutely! absolutely! this man is a god!" the people in the courtyard began to boil, and their eyes swirled around him unscrupulously, as if they wanted to see through what kind of vast and profound monster was hidden in this man's body.

The daughters of the various families in the stilted Accord also began to take a strong interest in him, casting admiring and curious eyes.

"Childe is really talented, rare in ancient and modern times, poetry is far above the little woman, and the little woman is willing to bow down. ”

"But the Mochizuki Poetry Club stipulates that the winner must match me with three poems to win, so I still need to come up with a question to convince the public. Cao Ni couldn't help but glance at the chic and uninhibited sword-bearing man a few times, although she wore a veil so that people could not see the whole picture, but if you were closer, you would be attracted by her eyes like clear canal water, moving and smiling, and extremely charming and subtle.

"Oh, Miss Cao, but it's okay to come out. The man with the sword on his back instantly became interested.

"Then let's take the snow-covered trees in the Jinlou and the grand state of the festival in the world tonight, what the prince thinks at the moment, okay?"

"Yes. ”

"Childe's poetry is unparalleled, so he is limited to one stick of incense. ”

After speaking, Cao Ni instructed the maid to take out an incense burner, light another stick of incense, and look at the silver-haired man with a normal face.