The place of the competition is Zuiyue Tower, although Yang Zilong has never been to this kind of place, but he knows what kind of place it is...... In the green building of the wind and snow, there are girls who dazzle and are confused by men.

It is a place that women hate, and men yearn for.

However, Yang Zilong would not yearn for that kind of place, but for the sake of the one hundred taels of silver, Yang Zilong decided to go to Zuiyue Tower to show his talent.

Yang Zilong went to this kind of place, no matter what he did, if his mother Ding Yueqin knew, ten washboards were not enough to kneel, and both legs might be broken.

This matter can't be known to Meng Xueyao, although Yang Zilong has nothing to do with Meng Xueyao, but once Meng Xueyao knows, it is equivalent to letting Ding Yueqin know.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you going to Zuiyue Tower, if I reveal half a word, the sky will thunder. Sun Ergou raised his hand to the sky and said with an oath.

"That's pretty much it. ”

In fact, swear that this thing is the same as a fart, and when it stinks, it will no longer be a fart, and it will become air.

Sun Ergou saw that Yang Zilong was so good, and suddenly burst into ecstasy, and when the matter is done, Sun Ergou can follow the rich second generation to get rich, and when the time comes, he will make a fortune and change his life, which is just around the corner.

In the afternoon, Yang Zilong found an excuse and said to Meng Xueyao that he wanted to go to the county town to buy some materials and get some fresh things according to the book to use, and said that at his own speed, he would guarantee that he would be able to go back quickly.

Meng Xueyao knew that Yang Zilong liked to follow the home remedies in the book and make some magical things come out, such as things that can get rid of the birthmark on her face, and things that can make vegetables and fruits grow well.

Since Yang Zilong wanted to tinker with these things, Meng Xueyao certainly supported him.

Meng Xueyao said: "You go, I won't get in the way of you, but when you come back, buy me something delicious by the way." ”

Yang Zilong didn't plan to take Meng Xueyao there, if Meng Xueyao insisted on going, Yang Zilong also had a way to stop her from going, and now Meng Xueyao volunteered not to go, Yang Zilong couldn't ask for it.

"Okay, when the time comes, you can talk to my father and my mother, so that they don't worry. ”

Yang Zilong said hello to Meng Xueyao, and ran to the county seat.

Yang Zilong thought that with his speed and talent, after winning the jackpot and getting one hundred taels of silver, it would not be a problem to go back quickly.

But after arriving at Zuiyue Tower, Yang Zilong realized that he didn't want to leave at all.

Yang Zilong came to Zuiyue Tower, and the literati from all walks of life were already starting their performances, and the atmosphere of chanting poetry was very strong.

In the lobby of Zuiyue Building, the literati who came to participate in this poetry contest sat on both sides, there were as many as five or six, and it seemed that there were still a lot of scholars in Jinjiang County.

They are all brightly dressed, with delicate faces, like a serious scholar, at this moment they are either accompanied by the beautiful woman they brought, or accompanied by the girl of the drunken moon building, which is very poetic.

Where literati gather, the company of beautiful women is naturally indispensable.

Let's take a look at the person who presided over this poetry contest, it is a private school gentleman in his fifties, but he is an old acquaintance of Yang Zilong, whose surname is Li, and he is quite famous in Jinjiang County.

And this private school Mr. Li is the private school Mr. Yang Zilong taught Yang Zilong when he was five years old.

Later, it was Yang Zilong who taught him in turn, and Yang Zilong used the 5,000-year-old Chinese culture to teach Mr. Li to be ashamed, willing to bow down, and then left angrily.

"I didn't expect to see this old guy again, what I taught him back then, he doesn't know if he remembers, haha. ”

Yang Zilong went in and saw that there was not even a seat in the lobby.

"Who is it that dares to come to such an elegant place, get out of here. ”

It was a son-in-law who shouted at Yang Zilong.

The boy was very displeased when he saw Yang Zilong dressed shabby and reckless, so he shouted loudly.

Yang Zilong glanced at the man with disdain, and shouted in a bright voice: "I am here to participate in the poetry competition, what's the matter, do you have an opinion?"

"Haha, seeing that you are dressed so shabby, you know that you are a tenant farmer in the mountains, you are a farmer, and you dare to climb this kind of elegant hall, and you don't pee to take a picture of yourself. The boy laughed and mocked.

Seeing that the other party looked down on him so much, Yang Zilong angrily wanted to scold his ancestors for the eighteenth generation, but in this kind of place, don't scold if you think about it.

Everyone is a Sven person who has read the books of the sages, so why should he be like such a person who has no quality.

But if the other party mocked himself like this, Yang Zilong would definitely have to go back, otherwise Yang Zilong would not be able to swallow this breath of insult.

So Yang Zilong said angrily: "You kid, don't think that you are wearing a human skin, just like that, the dog looks down on people, poetry in the world is not divided into high and low, and poets in the world are only divided into high and low, what kind of thing are you, don't bark here more ugly than a dog." ”

"You ......" the boy's angry face turned blue.

"Master Meng, don't be impatient. It was Mr. Li who spoke.

The son who shouted just now is surnamed Meng, called Meng Liwei, and he is the son of a large family, and he is usually very arrogant and domineering, and he doesn't take ordinary people in his eyes.

When I see a poor person who is not pleasing to the eye, I always want to go up and step on others, for example, Yang Zilong's clothes are shabby, so I don't take Yang Zilong in my eyes.

Mr. Li said to Yang Zilong with a harmonious look: "Since you are here to participate in the poetry competition, please chant a poem first, let us listen to it, seeing is believing." ”

"Well, listen up. ”

Yang Zilong thought that if you want these so-called writers to know that Lao Tzu is also here to participate in the poetry competition, then show them their hands and let them know that Lao Tzu is not a false name.

Yang Zilong searched in his mind, and the poem "When is the Bright Moon" by the Northern Song Dynasty poet Su Shi came to mind, and this poem is suitable for use in the atmosphere here.

Yang Zilong immediately recited:

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, and nothing will be done to say goodbye.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

After the end of the poem, everyone present was shocked and dumbfounded, this is simply a peerless poem, swaying freely as if flowing water, bold and unrestrained, brilliant and elegant and vulgar.

Especially the last sentence "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together", the artistic conception is beautiful, the language is exquisite, and it fascinated the girls present, as well as the girls in the drunken moon building, they murmured softly and praised it.

PS：

[Stealing Su Shi's poems, I don't know if his old man will crawl out of the grave to make trouble for me, I feel a little nervous, who will vote for a recommendation, and give the author a shock. 】