When we approached Pear Blossom Lane, the flow of people gradually became crowded and noisy. Nian An and Qiuqiu didn't take a few steps before they were already in a situation where they couldn't move. Against the backdrop of the moonlight overhead, the bustling flow of people laughed and poured towards the tallest building in Qubai City, the Drunken Flower Building in the south of the city.

At the entrance of the Zuihualou, the soldiers of the thirty or forty city guards had already formed a large circle in an open space with weapons, and forty or fifty wooden tables and chairs, as well as the best four treasures, were placed in the circle. Around the clearing, white-clad scholars were leaning together and whispering.

It's about to hold a poetry meeting that is very rare in the Northland. Locals, businessmen, travelers, and even ranger students from further afield gathered today to take a look at this interesting sight. But after all, it is still the northwest, and compared with places like Jiangnan, there is less of the ink atmosphere of "Furong Water Town", and today's poetry will be more important for the school examination.

Speaking of the school examination, there are actually a lot of high-ranking officials and nobles sitting upstairs in the drunken flower today. Changdu County seems to want to make this event more lively, with large and small officials and the surrounding squires and nobles. The merchants invited sixty or seventy people.

The chief examiner of this poetry club is Mr. Wei, who was famous all over the world during the Wanli period, and the deputy examiner is another famous Confucian in the northwest. In addition, twelve or thirteen Northland talents, young and old, who are still somewhat famous, were also invited to sit over today.

Such an examination school lineup is already a first-class luxury in the northwest.

"Changdu County and Mr. Wei are kind, we will have the opportunity to hold more such poetry meetings in the future, so as to give the students here one more choice. The big Confucian lowered his head, and was whispering to Mr. Shi Xin at this moment.

You must know that students in the northwest are squeezed by the top in the imperial examination every year, and there are very few people who can enter the palace examination, let alone get a decent name. In the long run, this has also triggered private condemnation from students in other places, and the good-hearted will say that the atmosphere in the north is not enough, and more directly, they will directly deduct the name of a northern barbarian.

Therefore, studying here, the road is far from the scenery that others see.

Today's poetry club was originally organized by Changdu County and Mr. Wei with the popularity of the Puyuan Festival, firstly, to help Qu Bai save some more good reputation, and secondly, they really wanted to find a way for these scholars.

Today, there are many officials and wealthy businessmen from all over the world sitting on the third floor of this attic, and they come to the scene not only to see the face of Changdu County and Mr. Wei, but also to save the mind of being a Bole.

The students downstairs in the drunken flower range from teenagers to fifty or sixty-year-olds. Among them, there are many people who have read books for most of their lives, and they are rich and wealthy, but they are still poor. In the eyes of Changdu County, it is not like holding on to books and getting nothing. It's better to be invited back by these people behind you to be a staff member, master, even if it is to go to the big family's own school to be a teacher, it is better than the embarrassing realm of not even being able to eat.

Scholars, let's first solve the basic grains, and then talk about the backbone of agriculture and industry.

As the gong sounded not far away, the people on the top floor of the drunken flower building put down their wine glasses and sat back in their respective positions.

Mr. Wei walked to the railing outside the third floor, leaned out and nodded to the crowd and steward below. After the steward understood, he turned around and sang a promise loudly to the crowd, and today's poetry meeting officially began.

There are many pedestrians on both sides of the drunken flower building, and everyone wants to get closer to see the style of the reading lang. Of course, if you are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of those big people on the drunken flower building, it will be even more worthwhile.

Mr. Wei's title for everyone tonight is also clear, there are only two words - Yongye. This topic looks simple, but it really has some doorway. Not only are there a lot of good nouns and sentences from predecessors, but if you say it poorly, it is easy to be compared. What's more, the scholars had to rack their brains to mix their ambitions and economies into the poems and pass them on to the characters above.

To sing things, to show off skills, to be lyrical, and to make all this seem natural, the scholars fell silent for a while.

Although the scholars were still, the flow of people around them became more and more jubilant. Some people stretch their necks and wait to see the demeanor of the readers, and some people stretch their necks to see these self-esteemed readers make a fool of themselves.

Someone dancing an earthy yellow flying dragon swirled from the South Gate street, and in the sound of gongs and drums, both sides of the crowd wanted to look at it, and they couldn't help but look a little chaotic.

"Nian'an, let's get closer, don't be scattered by the crowd. Qiuqiu reached over and grabbed Nian An's cuffs across the person.

The lights in the market were brilliant, and there was a commotion in the flow of people a little north, but I heard that the young master of the Chang family, who was only eight years old, had also rushed over to participate in today's poetry meeting.

The scholars suppressed the jealousy on their faces, and tried to pour out all the ink in their stomachs. In the light of the lights, an older student had already stood in the middle of the front of the Zuihua Building, as if he was going to take the lead in today's lively Puyuan night. Not far behind him, a few fireworks exploded in the sky with colorful fluttering petals.

After the fireworks, the black scum flying in the sky was a little eye-catching, and Nian An closed his eyes slightly to avoid it.

"Hiss......" The young man opened his eyes and faintly heard an extremely faint exhale from the crowd. He subconsciously followed the source of the sound to look north, and saw a child squatting on the ground and lighting a red firecracker, and several adults in the shops behind him were watching with interest.

"Smack......

The firecrackers exploded into a puff of smoke, and many people around coughed twice. Nian An saw four or five people who looked like servants passing through the smoke and dust, as if they were looking for something. By this time, however, the earthy yellow wyvern from the south had already danced in the middle of the crowd, and the lively laughter overshadowed the firecrackers and the hoarseness.

......

On the third floor of the Zuihua Building, Mr. Wei and Na Da Ru stood up one after another, and were about to praise the poems made by the student just now.

For no reason,

Nian An felt something dripping on his face, he reached out to wipe it off, leaned it to his nose and smelled it, it was like the smell of blood. He looked at Qiuqiu on the side suspiciously, and saw that there was just a drop on the little girl's head sliding down her forehead from between her eyebrows.

The boy was so impatient that he pushed the people around him away, and reached over to wipe the red liquid off the girl's forehead. Luckily, the blood must have come from somewhere else.

Qiuqiu felt that there was a foreign object between her eyebrows, and wanted to reach out to wipe it, but she happened to meet Shang Nian'an's impatient eyes.

Under the moonlight, there are dark shadows shuttling.

"Ah.........h

A scream pierced the night sky, followed by a second, then a third.

The flow of people was silent for a moment, but they immediately made a commotion and wanted to disperse, but because everyone had gathered around to see the lifelike flying dragon and leaned too closely, they couldn't get out of the way at all.

One severed arm, two severed arms, three ...... Someone was thrown from the top of his head into the crowd. The already frightened crowd of celebrants exploded in an instant, pushing and running in all directions.

There was the sound of swords and the chant of swords rising from the night.

Nian An's eyes ached, and he took Qiuqiu's hand tightly, and was dragged by the flow of people towards the side of the street where the side army was standing.

"Lord Chang, look at me!"

"Look at me!"

"It's up to me. ”

Three cold and mad sneers rang out from various places in front of the Drunken Flower Building at the same time.

In front of Nian An's eyes, a gray-clothed man wearing a black-faced, fanged Rakshasa mask came from the east. He stepped on the top of the crowd, holding a four- or five-inch steel knife in his left hand, and waving it in the air with his right hand holding a severed arm, and the flying blood foam was scattered everywhere in the crowd.

The out-of-control and panicked men scattered in all directions, scattering the surrounding groups of border troops who were maintaining order.

There is a broken arm that passes,

Nian An gritted his teeth and forcibly held back the spasms and tumbling in his stomach. The remaining half of the cloth on the severed arm seemed to be somewhat similar to the official uniforms of the officials I had just seen.

The previously lifelike earthy yellow dragon danced more jubilantly at this time, it frolicked and stepped on the shoulders of several people in front of it, and twisted its body to go up to the drunken flower building, and the black boots of the two dragon dancers were exposed under the long dragon, and they stepped on the vermilion pillar outside the drunken flower building in three or two steps and climbed up quickly.

The scholars downstairs were so frightened that they knocked over the wooden bookcase and rushed to both sides of the street.

On the third floor of the attic, Changdujun picked up the wooden table on the ground and put it in front of him. The rest of the officials, squires, and talents, some of them came to the front of the capital with their guards, and some staggered and grabbed the escalator and ran down from the third floor.

On the second floor of the attic, there was the sound of a simple knife coming out of its sheath, and the seventeen or eighteen border soldiers around Changdu County pulled out their knives, pushed away the officials and squires who escaped from the third floor, and formed a team to come up to protect the Lord of the capital county.

With a strange sound, Ren Nanhua stepped out of the floor under his feet with a circle of ripples that extended outward, dragging an afterimage and rushing towards the strange man with a black mask.