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Dongting Lake, smoke rising.

A golden light silently crept into Yueyang's upper floor, and a young man with an ordinary appearance raised his wrist from the wine cup, his face changed suddenly, and he turned to the same.

The cup was placed between his lips, and he took a sip, and his eyes became brighter.

Yu Qingluo seemed to be aware of it, and looked at the ordinary-looking young man.

The young man bowed his head slightly, smiled but did not speak.

At that time, Yu Lin sat down on the side.

The sound of the orchestra sounded, and five or six singers from Yueyang City, Lingyin Fang, danced and danced a pleasing dance.

There are poems to prove it.

The love is too late to dance, the intention is to slow down the song, the wrist is too heavy, the waist is beautiful, and the posture of Luo Yi is leading.

......

The scholars were staggered, the wine was hot, and occasionally there were poems against each other, and the sound of high-minded talk came.

About two quarters of an hour, the song and dance were withdrawn.

Yu Lin said with a smile at this time: "This year's Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Day Review, the first test is still the same as in previous years, and it is still based on the Mid-Autumn Festival imagery. ”

There are two steps to the Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Day review, the first step is to make a poem with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Let the five great sages invited choose the five people with outstanding literary talents.

The second step is to make five people write a poem, so that the five sages present will not use this character.

At the same time, three songs with excellent weather were selected.

The first step is to compose Mid-Autumn Festival poems, which can be sung by families.

The second step is to compose poems with words and aspirations, so as to have the meaning of Yuedan appreciation.

After Yu Lin finished speaking, at this time, a bright maid removed the melon and fruit snacks on several cases.

At the same time, prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for the scholars to use.

At this time, everyone also restrained their smiles, grabbed the pen tube, spread rice paper, and muttered.

And Liu Yi also spread a piece of white rice paper in front of him.

For a while, upstairs in Yueyang, the sound of brushing was everywhere.

Xu Yang was still gulping wine at this time, seemingly ignoring the busy scene of everyone in front of him.

Han Tong rolled up his sleeves, and when he saw this, he smiled: "Brother Xu, why don't you put pen to paper." ”

Xu Yang said proudly: "A certain bamboo is already in the chest, it doesn't hurt for Brother Han to write first." ”

Li Yu, a scholar from Yueyang County, chuckled, and he didn't know who he was laughing at.

Lifting the pen and hanging the wrist, the pen walks like a dragon and snake.

At this moment, at the window of Yueyang Tower, a silver moonlight poured down.

Silently, it is not visible like a thin curtain of water rising.

In the corner where no one was looking, two young men with jade faces suddenly appeared here.

Yang Chan shook the folding fan lightly and said with a smile: "Sister, these scholars are making poems." Hey, there's a little red dragon. ”

Chang'e's eyes moved slightly at this time, glanced at a young man with an ordinary face, and said lightly: "Sister, Dongting Longjun is also here." ”

When Yang Chan heard this, her pretty face rose, and she asked curiously, "Dongting Longjun, where is it?"

Yang Chan followed Chang'e's slender jade hand, and sure enough, she found that she was a few years behind.

A four-clawed true dragon with a golden glow all over its body, with two dragon horns shining brightly on its head.

Yuanzhang suddenly felt his spiritual sense move, and there was a faint feeling of being watched.

The golden eyes under his eyes turned, and two invisible golden lights probed towards Yang Chan's gaze.

Chang'e's divine thoughts moved slightly, and the silver moonlight transformed into the realm, covering the two figures.

After all, there was nothing to gain, and I secretly doubted in my heart.

Chang'e Yurong said helplessly: "Sister, don't look at it." You were almost discovered by this dragon king. ”

If it weren't for Chang'e, as a golden immortal, to the point where [the law has a primordial spirit, and one thought becomes a domain], it is really possible to be discovered by the Yuan Zhang.

Yang Chan smiled and said, "Sister, what is this Dragon Jun doing here." ”

Chang'e muttered: "I just searched with my divine thoughts, and I heard that Long Jun likes poetry and articles, so he stayed here. ”

When Yang Chan heard this, she covered her mouth and said with a smile: "This Dongting Dragon Monarch is worthy of being a true immortal, and his hobby is peculiar. ”

Chang'e said lightly: "It's not necessarily a hobby." Fisherman's cultivation and reading, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, may also be his means to comprehend the realm of golden immortals. ”

When Yang Chan heard this, she smiled.

She is a heavenly immortal, and she is still 108,000 miles away from the golden immortal.

There is about a stick of incense.

Han Tong finished writing first, and was handed over to Yu Qingluo by the maidservant, who read it first and copied it in neat letters.

The poems will be copied, and the maidservants will be sent to the group of official ladies behind the screen to circulate the comments.

Yu Qingluo sent the poem to his father Yu Lin.

After reading it, he bowed his head slightly and handed it to Shi Maogong, Zhong Degong and others to circulate one by one.

Not much older.

Some of the poems have been handed over to the first few commentators to read, and even Liu Yi wrote a poem and sent it.

Five poems with outstanding literary and scientific skills were found, handed to Yu Qingluo, and allowed to be read in public.

Yu Qingluo's crisp voice sounded and read.

"Mid-Autumn Moon" Han Tong

The blue clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate.

This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

This is a poem by Han Tong, a scholar of Nanjun, and was personally recommended by Yu Lin, the county guard.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone applauded in unison.

Although there is a kind of loneliness between the lines, it seems to be slightly inconsistent with the cheerful atmosphere of this Mid-Autumn Festival, but it does not hide his outstanding talent.

What's more, personally recommended by the county guard Yu Lin, Han Tong can be regarded as having the blue eyes of the county guard.

Yang Chan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "The meaning of this poem is full of cold loneliness. ”

Chang'e looked indifferent and noncommittal.

In her long life, I don't know how much she has heard, and she is not surprised that she has never encountered such a poem in Mochizuki.

Yu Qingluo put down the paper scroll at this time, took out another one and unfolded it to read.

"Looking at the Moon" Tao Jing

The jade Shanshan went down to the moon wheel, and found Revsin in front of the palace.

So far, it will not be in the sky, it should be Chang'e and people.

Tao Jing is known as a hermit, and between the poems and three sighs, there is a meaning of floating out of the dust.

Obviously, he won the favor of Chu Nangong, the great sage of the mountains and fields.

A trial word, [Where does the moon ring come from, Chang'e throws people in front of it].

The magnificence of imagination adds a bit of celebrity and grace.

Yang Chan's folding fan shook gently and pulled up Chang'e's sleeves.

He said with a happy expression: "Sister, this poem mentions you." ”

Chang'e's expression was also stunned, she smiled slightly, and did not speak.

At this time, at the screen, a woman's whisper sounded.

A beautiful girl wearing a yellow palace skirt covered her mouth and smiled: "This Tao Jing is really a well-known hermit." It is rumored that Emperor Chu has recruited him as Lang Zhongling several times, but he has insisted on resigning. ”

The girl's father is the right man of Chu Guoshangshu, and he knows some officialdom secrets, so he talks about it with his sisters.

Yu Qingluo's expression was calm, and he took another volume to read the Tao.

"Mid-Autumn Festival Climbing the Tower and Looking at the Moon" Li Yu

The poor cave is full of silver, and the rainbow of ten thousand rays breeds mussels.

If there is no moon fox in the sky, the cinnamon branch will be damaged to the west.

Li Yuren, as his name suggests, has the talent to help the world and the ability to stabilize the country.

It is rumored that his mother dreamed of a big day and was pregnant for a year and three months before she had this child.

This son traveled to Jingchu and studied under the two families of soldiers and law.

He is known for his military and political strategy, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is capable of governing the country.

His poems were recommended by Shi Maogong, a master of the art of war, and of course it is not excluded that Li Yu had sought military advice from Shi Maogong. Shi Mao Gong appreciated his talent, and today it helps him to make a name for himself.

Li Yu is twenty-six or seventeen years old, with a face like jade, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and a wide mouth.

At first glance, he is resolute and resolute, and he is a person with a firm heart. Hearing the praise of the people around him, his face was unmoved, and he did not have the complacent attitude of a young man of this age.

At this time, Yu Qingluo unfolded another poem.

"Mid-Autumn Festival" Xu Yang

The wine curling is a winning tour, and this year is full of joy and spring.

The old man's heart is like the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he is willing to take a white head for the madman.

This is a poem by Xu Yang, a scholar of Xiangfan County.

His eloquence is unique, and he calls himself a madman, which is also appropriate.

At this time, Xu Yangzheng picked up a green jade wine jug and drank it with his mouth to the mouth of the pot.

A few cooes.

He looked arrogant, as if there was no one around.

Seeing this gesture, everyone was not surprised. Guy, Xu He, a scholar of the Ming Cui Palace, is Xu Yang's uncle.

Yang Chan frowned and said, "This person is really crazy. ”

Chang'e said indifferently: "The heart is not strong, and there is only some arrogance left." ”

At this time, another poem was read.

It's still a lyric poem.

"Looking at the Moon in Yueyang Tower on the Fifteenth Night of August" Liu Yi

On the night of August 15 in the past year, by the apricot orchard by the pond of Qujiang.

On the night of August 15 this year, in front of the Yueyang Chengtou Water Museum.

Where is the northwest looking township, and the southeast is full of the moon.

No one will blow when the wind blows yesterday, and tonight is as clear as in previous years.

This poem is really plain. In the first four sentences, everyone laughed. Xu Yang, in particular, laughed the loudest, patted the table while laughing, and said, "It's really vulgar." ”

When the next few sentences were read out, everyone's smiles gradually faded and they were silent.

And Xu Yang's laughter stopped abruptly, and his face was gloomy like water.

All of you here are people who have read poetry and books, and it is clear at a glance whether the poems are good or bad.

This poem is just like Zhong Degong's recommended words, the words are sincere, like whispers in the ear.

Liu Yi...... Who is this person?

Everyone was shocked, and with the instructions of the maidservant, they all looked in the direction of Liu Yi.

I saw that under the lamplight, a white-clothed scribe was blushing and silent at this time.

And a young man in Tsing Yi standing with a sword on the corner of his mouth with a sneer on his lips was subconsciously ignored by everyone.