The big boat stopped on the river, very steady, without the slightest rocking. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This big ship was originally supposed to be the building ship of the sailor, and Jin Ye could see the female wall on the ship, as well as some traces of knives and axes on the hull.

Just from the fact that the sailor's building boat was transferred out to serve as a painting boat, Jin Ye could already imagine what the military equipment of the Song Dynasty was like.

However, the general environment is like this, Jin Ye has no sense of belonging to this Song Dynasty, and he only slandered a few words in his heart, and then he didn't care about it anymore.

The building is divided into two floors, the lower floor is more spacious, can accommodate dozens of cases, one hundred and ten people feast below, and the upper floor is smaller, but this poetry meeting, the upper floor is mostly a place for the banquet of the lord and the Confucians, and the number of people is not very large, it is enough.

Jin Ye has been an emperor for tens of thousands of years, and his temperament is like an abyss, so naturally he doesn't need to use any poetry and other things to prove himself, so he doesn't want to attract everyone's attention and make a splash like a monkey being played, so Jin Ye took Qin Yao and walked straight to the remote corner of the lower floor to sit down.

There were already a lot of people sitting down in the lobby, Jin Ye and Qin Yao came in, the male temperament was extraordinary, the female was charming and lovely, naturally many people noticed it, but Jin Ye didn't have any acquaintances here, and naturally no one came to say hello, but Jin Ye was also happy to be idle.

On top of several cases, pastries and fruits are readily available, but the people present did not touch the cakes and fruits on several cases, for fear of losing etiquette.

However, Jin Ye didn't ask, he first twisted a piece of osmanthus cake with his thumb and index finger and put it in his mouth, the taste was sweet, and the fragrance of osmanthus overflowed his mouth and nose.

Jin Ye narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, after all, the Song Dynasty's cooking methods were limited, and even meat was only boiled in a pot with salted water. Otherwise, there would not be such a thing as a Dongpo meat name spreading throughout the Great Song Dynasty.

Jin Ye originally didn't expect to be able to eat anything delicious in the Song Dynasty. However, the appearance of this osmanthus cake made Jin Ye temporarily change his impression of the Great Song Dynasty diet.

Osmanthus cake is sweet but not greasy, soft and fragrant, delicate but not dry, full of aroma, it is absolutely difficult to see such a sincere osmanthus cake in later generations.

Jin Ye was reminiscing about the taste of osmanthus cake, and suddenly, the originally noisy scene suddenly quieted down, and the atmosphere became serious.

Yan Ding, the prefect of Zhenjiang, is seven years old today, Chinese New Year's Eve is the golden age that has just reached the officialdom, and now he is the prefect of a big city like Zhenjiang.

Jin Ye looked up at the second floor, only to see that at the railing on the second floor, everyone walked out surrounded by a middle-aged man, it was Yan Ding.

In such a situation, no matter how many big people are present, everything will have to wait until the arrival of his prefect before it can be regarded as an official start.

"Fuzun. ”

"Lord Yan.

"Lord Prefect......" various salutations and salutations came one after another.

Yan Ding nodded with a smile one by one, and said: "Today, many talents from my Zhenjiang Mansion gathered together to hold a poetry meeting, which is indeed a rare opportunity. This time this house and the people are happy, you don't have to be restrained, for a while and show your talents, write immortal masterpieces, and let the world know the romance of my Zhenjiang Mansion. ”

"Respect the teachings of the palace!"

A group of scholars immediately bowed down.

Jin Ye stood in the corner, there was still a piece of osmanthus cake in his mouth that he hadn't swallowed, which was indeed a little unreasonable, but this time everyone was listening to Fuzun's teachings, and he was in the corner, but no one paid attention.

However, Jin Ye was stunned next, he saw that Zhuge Zheng and my old man were also in that group, with Old Man Kang.

Although Jin Ye didn't understand what this old man was doing here, could he write poetry, but since Old Man Kang was able to get an invitation to the poetry meeting, it would not be difficult for Old Man Zhuge to think about it.

However, Jin Ye immediately learned from the introduction of Yan Zhifu that the old man Zhuge was developed, and he was reactivated by the Hui Purpose, and he was transferred to Bianjing to rebuild the Shenhou Mansion.

Hearing this news, Jin Ye didn't know what kind of mood he was in or what he thought, but he knew that if this was really the Four Famous Fishing Worlds, then the plot should also begin.

After Yan Zhifu's opening speech was finished, the poetry meeting began, and the atmosphere suddenly became warm.

"Is that Li Qing who made the willow branch words?"

"Speaking of which, although Li Qing's poems are gorgeous, I think Fang Cheng's talent is even higher. ”

"I don't know who dances and who plays the piano today. If you want me to say, it is still the Yunshui of Yuanqingfang, and everyone's dancing posture is the most moving. ”

"If you want to talk about piano skills, of course, you still have to recommend Yuan Zhugu Liang of Yancui Lou first. ”

Jin Ye listened to others discuss some of the talented and beautiful women in Zhenjiang City that he didn't know, and he was also a little curious in his heart, after seeing the Tang Dynasty's fierce and exotic atmosphere, Jin Ye didn't know what kind of style the dance and piano skills of the Great Song Dynasty were.

As for those talents, they have already evaluated each other's past poetry works.

A talented man said very modestly: "A few days ago, the younger brother occasionally made a poem and took it out at this time, just so that everyone can taste it." "It is said that it is for others to taste, but in fact, these poems are all my own proud works, where is the sincerity of letting others point out?

If they feel that their words are not as good as the other party, then they will not say anything, or praise them, but if they feel that their words are better than the other party, they will also say: "Good words, good words, but the younger brother has occasionally won a lyric before, but he is going to be ugly." "Wait.

After a while, just when Jin Ye felt a little bored sitting alone in the corner, the title of a poem on the second floor was handed out: write words with the scenery of Zhenjiang Mansion or Beigu Mountain as the theme.

Come to think of it, this topic is still relatively easy to write, the talented people here live in Zhenjiang, and see the prosperity of Zhenjiang City all day long, who doesn't have a few poems describing the scenery of Zhenjiang? As long as you choose the best from the words you have written, it is enough to let your poems enter the eyes of the Confucians on the second floor.

Jin Ye thought about it carefully, and he also knew the intentions of everyone on the second floor, if the topic was difficult, there would inevitably not be many people to write poems, and now everyone has poems to write, which just makes the atmosphere of the poetry club more lively.

However, Jin Ye didn't start writing, it's not that he can't write poetry, after all, after tens of thousands of years, even if he doesn't have any research on poetry, he will always write some poetry. Not to mention that it is comparable to Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi or something, but it should definitely be comparable to the number one talent in any city.

But Jin Ye didn't start writing, on the one hand, because if he wrote poems by himself, then without his own preparation, the poems he wrote might not be comparable to the accumulation of other people over the years.

On the other hand, if you borrow some famous articles, it will definitely overwhelm the audience for a while, so that everyone will not dare to write lyrics in the future, but in this way, the atmosphere of the entire poetry club will be ruined.

Jin Ye wanted to mix it up, but the others in the audience disagreed.

"Yo, Jin Gongzi, why haven't you put pen to paper yet? Don't you know how to write? I just happen to have a few words here for my brother, so I'll give them to you to support the table. ”

When Jin Ye heard this, his brows immediately furrowed.