Uncle Zhong thought that the little marquis was angry in the mansion, and he would be annoyed that he couldn't sleep all night anyway. Who would have thought that the next day was just dawn, and the little marquis had already dressed up, kicked open the back door, and went straight to Shanzi Lake.

Probably starting from the Great Sui, the cities through which the canal passes are always full of weeping willows, and at this moment, the wind blows a little and there is a burst of green waves.

Early-riser fishing boats carry fishermen and cormorants and make a splash on the lake.

In Jinghui Temple, which looks across the lake, the monks who do the morning class follow the presiding officer and recite the scriptures while circling the red wall.

On the painting boat not far away, I don't know what kind of woman is grooming.

Jiang Baochan was riding on the back of the stone turtle by the lake at the moment, scolding his mother one by one.

Although the scenery of Shanzi Lake does not have the beauty of West Lake, the majesty of Qinghai Lake. But the victory is in the scenery is elegant, the local literati or scholars, the common people, have to meet the free, will come to this lake to stroll, especially the lake center of the Ai Lian Pavilion is the place where the heroes gather, every year the talent meets the beautiful people of the good things do not know how much to spread.

A painting boat swayed slowly, around the big turtle that half-jutted into the lake, and made a slight turn, and the famous genius in Huaiyin City slept crookedly in the cabin.

Xie Xingyan took a sip of herbal tea and sobered up. But he was too lazy to gather with this group of drunks, walked to the bow of the boat, and was just about to stand up and recite a poem, when he happened to meet the treasure toad riding on the stone turtle, and the two of them were like swallowing flies at the same time.

They all cursed in their hearts.

Xie Xingyan flicked his sleeves and lifted the curtain and was just about to return to the cabin, looking at the men and women in the half cabin, suddenly a clever plan came to mind, turned around and saluted Jiang Baochan and said loudly: "Little Hou Ye, tonight in the Ailian Pavilion in Shanzi Lake, I invited a talented person with a name and surname in Huaiyin City, and even invited the most difficult girl in Zining Xuan to invite the Oiran Slender Bamboo Girl. I wonder if the little marquis is willing to appreciate the light?" After a pause, Xie Xingyan smiled maliciously: "We want to hold a poetry party!"

"Get out!"

With Xie Xingyan's laughter and Jiang Baochan's scolding, the painting boat gradually moved away.

This Shanzi Lake, I can't fucking stay anymore!

It's not that Xie Xingyan deliberately embarrassed Jiang Baochan, this poetry meeting after August 15 every year has been around for a long time. Every year after the lanterns on August 15, there are always those so-called talents who can't hold back the restlessness in their hearts to jump over the wall and jump into the house and who is waiting for the girl in the boudoir. can be placed after the Great Song Dynasty, it is a family ugliness that cannot be publicized.

So I don't know where the prefect started, and he made a rule: every year after August 15, a poetry meeting must be held in Shanzi Lake. At that time, all the young talents of the city who have read poetry and books will be invited to gather together. On the second day, the three best poems are selected and framed and hung in the pavilion for visitors to enjoy.

Using poetry will drain their exuberant energy, which is how the prefect regulates the atmosphere.

After it was passed on to the Ming Dynasty, this had become a small gathering organized by those talented people. Xie Xingyan was sure that his cousin didn't know poetry and books, and he wanted him to make a fool of himself in front of others.

Come or not, his face is lost.

However, after an hour or two, the conversation between the two cousins by Shanzi Lake was written verbatim on the excerpt, and a brief shadow was appended to portray the demeanor of the two vividly.

The man in the carriage looked at it, and threw the fold into the corner: "Li Yanguan's death has not yet been investigated, and there is still internal friction in kung fu." This Guangyi Hou Mansion is really a bunch of waste. ”