Bidding farewell to the Kong brothers, Wang Li put ten taels of silver into his bag, and walked unhurriedly towards Yanluo Lake that Kong Chengfu said with the bag.

It was June, the temperature was getting hotter and hotter, and when he walked to the lake, Wang Li was already sweating a little, but when he saw the beautiful scenery of Yanluo Lake, his fatigue was reduced a lot.

A row of weeping willows along the coast is graceful. As far as the eye can see, Yanluo Lake is in the shape of a belt, not big but the lake water is clear, and it is very comfortable to look at.

There are many painting boats in the middle of the lake, and a few fluttering figures can be seen on the bow of the boat, with the attic with a close view in the distance, so that the charm of the south of the Yangtze River is eight or nine points.

"It's no different from a previous life. ”

Wang Li leaned on a willow tree, looked at the painting boat in the distance, and saw that the landscape and pedestrians were the same as in the previous life, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Huh?"

After indulging in the scenery for a while, Wang Li found that the painting boats were swimming to the west, and he was curious, and he also paced along the coast.

Walked forward a hundred steps, the lake gradually receives, but it is the entrance of the backwater into Yanluo Lake, Wang Li saw a white stone bridge across the lake, there are many people gathered in the south and north of the bridge, all of them are literati dressed in well-dressed people, groups of three or five, people are noisy, I don't know what to say.

At this time, the painting boat stopped in front of the bridge, and the bridge was suddenly much quieter.

It was too far away to see what was happening on the bridge clearly, Wang Li walked under the bridge and was about to find someone to ask what was going on, but he heard someone on the bridge say loudly: "Xu Xiansheng has a famous story today?"

Wang Li looked at Xunsheng and saw a blue-robed man standing in the middle of the bridge, standing with his back to his back, facing the painting boat under the bridge.

The blue-robed man was tall, and although Wang was far away, he could vaguely see his handsome appearance.

"Jun Yan has not written today, I don't know what Brother Xu thinks?"

I saw a few figures standing in a row of painting boats, and one in the middle was wearing a cyan robe, with very white skin, and Wang Li could see clearly under the bridge. The life is extremely handsome, with thick eyebrows like ink swords, eyes like stars, and a galloping spirit.

Wang Li had never seen such a good-looking man, although he was whiter, but he was just an ordinary appearance, and envy was inevitable.

The man stood in the wind, stood at the bow of the boat, and said loudly: "Today is the Forgotten Water Pavilion Meeting, this autumn and October is the test talent, less than a year before Xiao Wenju, Jun Yan will enter the state and go south to Yang, in order to test the Wen Palace! All the students are willing to participate in the poetry meeting of our Ice Cutting Society tonight? Take advantage of the scenery to respect our young people's pride!"

The sound is as clear as water, but it has the heroic air of rolling waves.

The scribe on the bridge heard the words constantly, but the blue-robed man in the bridge was unhappy, and the handsome man asked him, but he didn't wait for him to answer and said something else, which made the blue-robed man known as Brother Xu a little embarrassed.

"Hahahaha! So, when the people are settled tonight, Tongxian please gather on the Qingyun Tower, we will not return without poetry!" After speaking, the young man in Tsing Yi said goodbye to the blue-robed man on the bridge and left by boat.

"Hmph!" the blue-robed man waved his sleeves and snorted coldly, saying in his heart that he would definitely make a fool of himself at the Ice Cutting Poetry Meeting tonight!

"The Pavilion of Forgotten Water will ......"

Kong Chengshi said before going to the Taishou Mansion that he would get together with his friends tonight, and now he heard that the Forgotten Water Pavilion would be here, and those scribes were going to do a poetry meeting tonight, Wang Li thought that this Forgotten Water Pavilion would be a temple fair and a commercial event, so it seemed to be more like a festival event.

"Childe, look, there's a peasant there! Why is his hair so short? He came to this Yanbo Bridge to join in the fun, could it be that he also wants to go to Qingyunlou and participate in the poetry meeting?"

"Qing'er! Be quiet, don't say that to others, he may be passing by here. ”

"Hee-hee, it's okay, he can't listen. Look, Childe, he's getting a strange package. ”

"Shhh

Wang Li's face darkened, and when he turned around, he saw a young man in white and a little girl in jade clothes, and said angrily: "Little boy, people are not very big, and they will judge people by their appearance! ”

The young man in white arched his hand and said: "This brother, Qing'er doesn't know the severity of her words, and she still looks at Haihan." ”

The white-clothed boy wore a crown like a head, and two long, soft black feet hung down from his long black hair. The young man's skin is better than the snow, his eyebrows are slender and his eyes are apricots, and his voice is like jade, which is extremely pleasant.

Wang Li saw that he raised his hand with a delicate attitude, spoke softly and slowly, and couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, wondering why the people he met today were all strange people, he waved his hand and said: "It's okay, but you can discipline it." ”

The little girl was upset and said, "Hmph, what adult, this is my father-in-law...... Master, don't talk nonsense. I'm not young, and I'll be in charge next year! Besides, I won't be in charge of you! You're a peasant in the countryside, can you still go to the poetry meeting? Speaking of which, you may not be able to read and write!"

Da Yao Wei called his father an adult, but Wang Li's habit did not change, and something went wrong.

Wang Li was a little angry, not because the little girl said that he was a rural farmer, he was indeed wearing a peasant's short clothes, just for her to look down at people's appearance, as if a peasant was born lowly, he had been angry once in Baoqifang before, although the times were different, but Wang Li, who had always accepted the idea of equality, couldn't bear this.

He said: "A little kid is a little kid, what's wrong with the peasant households? The peasant can't learn to write and write poetry? Your master hasn't said anything yet, but you talk a lot." ”

"You!" the little girl gritted her teeth angrily, and she said angrily: "You have the ability to say big things, you can make a poem now!"

"Qing'er!" the white-clothed young man reprimanded softly, "Who can write poems in an instant? Don't say that those scribes who have just passed the test are the ones who write poems by the saints, and they also have the bottom of the manuscript in their stomachs, or they have already obtained a few sentences before they can make good sentences in an emergency." Don't mess around. This brother, please don't care......"

"It doesn't matter. Wang Li couldn't stand his delicate tone, and listened to it all over his body, so he hurriedly interrupted, "It's okay to do this. ”

Just when the young man breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Wang Li continue: "Even if you open your mouth, what's the difficulty?"

"Huh?"

Wang Wei said: "There were so many poems in my previous life, didn't I come easily? little sister, my brother is not bullying you, but life wants to teach you a lesson, so that you dare to look down on people!"

Wang Li pretended to bow his head with his hands behind his back, pretending to be mysterious, bowed his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head and said loudly: "The door path overlooks the clear stream, and the thatched eaves are ancient and muqi." The red dust does not float, and there are waterfowl crying from time to time. After speaking, he said pretendly: "The name of the poem, "Creek House". ”

The master and servant are both knowledgeable people, but I didn't expect this man in peasant clothes to really make a good poem!

After being silent for a while, Wang Li couldn't wait patiently, the young man looked at Wang Li's short hair and delicate face, clapped his hands and said: "Shen Yun is quiet, virtual and real are born together, although only four sentences can have such a realm, it is really wonderful......! Mr. called me Duan Subai, I don't know Mr.'s surname? Qing'er, don't you apologize to Mr. soon. ”

The little girl pursed her mouth and lowered her head, wanting to argue that it must have been copied by him, or a poem that had been prepared a long time ago, but listening to Yao Wanxue's rare serious tone, she was convinced: "Qing'er is rude." ”

Wang Li looked at Qing'er's unhappy appearance and was very happy, he waved his hand and said: "Little thing, you little girl don't want to be like this in the future! You must know that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people!"

Qing'er was so watery by what he said, she held her mouth, and she was about to cry.

Yao Weixue's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she repeatedly pondered the sentence "There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people" in her heart, and she felt more and more exquisite.

After Wang Li finished speaking, he was about to leave, so as to make a demeanor of a master who stayed without leaving his name, but Yao Weixue shouted: "Sir, please stay!"

Wang Li wondered, "What else is going on?"

"Tonight's Ice Cutting Poetry Meeting, I don't know if Mr. would like to participate? Sir, don't worry, I will tell Xu Gongzi that if Mr. is interested, he will go directly to Qingyun Tower tonight." By the way, I don't know the name of the gentleman?"

Seeing Yao Yanxue asking, Wang Li had no choice but to say: "You don't need to be called Mr., my surname is Wang Mingli, and I am separated from worries and parting." Forget about the ice cutting poetry meeting, I heard the boy on the boat say, this is a gathering of scribes, I am not a scribe, so I still don't go to join in the fun. ”

After speaking, he ignored Yao Yanxue's persuasion, waved his hand and walked on the white bridge, and walked towards the Yongning Inn.

He also wanted to go to this poetry meeting, he had just arrived, and he had met some friends, but he had already told Kong Chengshi that he was going to ask his classmates tonight if they were interested in the crystal cup, and he had to be ready, but he couldn't let Kong Chengshi pigeons go.

Moreover, although Wang Li has literary talent, he has also memorized many poems and songs, saying that it is okay to bluff people, if he really writes poems in rhyme, and he has to respond to the topic, he Wang Li does not dare to say that he is stable and does not go out of the basket.

Moreover, he did not understand the specific situation of literature here, and if he rushed to express himself, it was destined to be no good.

"Gotta take your time!"