There is moonlight tonight, a crescent moon, looming under the clouds, exuding a faint moonlight. In contrast, the numerous street lamps hanging in Yangzhou City are brighter than this moonlight.

Simon's house, a big feast, a total of eighteen tables, sitting rows of scholars, all full of smiles, full of joy.

When the time is approaching, the day is about to pass, but it is not a waste of time -- this year's Spring Festival will be a session of the Ximen family, and everyone who attends will have honor. Of course, thinking of the red envelopes distributed by the owner later, I naturally smiled even more.

In addition to the scholars, several people in charge of the review were also invited to sit at the upper seat, and those who sat together were Gu Wendao, as well as the second son of Ximen.

The guest of honor is harmonious, and he is happy, and nothing more.

During the banquet, there was no shortage of praise for the nine poems of Gu Wendao.

Gu Wendao frequently raised his glass to thank him, and the smile on his face overflowed, but he couldn't hide it, and there was no need to hide it.

Young talents, smiling proudly, life must be happy, as it should be.

Plates of delicacies were brought up with lanterns, and the popular singers of Qinglou were invited to sing on the piano.

A joyous scene.

Suddenly, a small servant outside the door hurriedly walked in, looked at the situation in the field, and didn't dare to make a noise, so he quietly walked to the side of the second son of Ximen, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.

The second son of Ximen's face changed, but after all, he had been practicing for a long time, and he quickly calmed down again, confessed his guilt, got up and went to the side with the little servant, and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

The little guy hurriedly said: "Childe, there is a new work coming out in Zhushan, it seems to be good, it resonates with several other literary clubs, and the evaluation is very high, many people say ......"

After a pause, he hesitated.

The second son of Ximen looked at the board: "What did you say?"

The little guy swallowed his saliva before he said slowly: "Saying this poem is enough to overwhelm Gu Gongzi's nine songs." ”

Hearing this, the second son of Ximen couldn't help but gasp, and raised his eyebrows: "What a big breath, I want to ask, who is the hand of this work, and it has such energy?" Don't say it yet, let me guess, but Yuan Shijie, the master of the capital?"

Jiangnan is a place that includes the Beijing division in terms of territory, and Yuan Shijie, one of the three major talents in the south of the Yangtze River, is from the Beijing division. He and the Guo family belong to two cousins, and it would not be unusual if he suddenly appeared in the Guo family and wrote poems to help.

The little guy shook his head, indicating that it was wrong.

The second son of Ximen said again: "Could it be Zhang Xiaomu?"

Still shaking his head.

"Who is it?"

The second son of Ximen was a little impatient, so he simply asked directly, thinking that since it was not those famous talents, it might be someone's sudden inspiration and a blockbuster.

The little guy replied: "The author of that word is also a scholar from other places, a ...... from Jizhou."

"Ye Feng?"

The second son of Ximen suddenly interrupted his narration, and his eyes widened: the scene that should not have been, and the scene that he did not want to appear, actually flashed like a ghost, and he could not avoid it.

The little guy said: "It's him." ”

"Show me the lyrics. ”

The little guy hurriedly took out the copied paper and presented it.

The second son of Ximen took a look, "Fortune Operator", which belongs to the category of short words, even less than five crosses, it can be said at a glance, just sweep it down.

However, after just one glance, he was stunned.

"Childe, this person is from Jizhou, but he is not an unknown person, he is known as the first genius in the north......"

Airplanes.

The second son of Ximen almost suspected that he had auditory hallucinations, but then he understood, and muttered in his mouth: "Ye Feng, Ye Junsheng, it turned out to be him." ”

He raised his head again and looked at the moonlight leaking from the clouds, with a strange expression on his face, as if he was smiling. Half-fed, he exhaled and sighed, "Wrong, all wrong." ”

What a big oolong!

For Ye Junsheng, he has admired it for a long time. At first, I was naturally attracted by the other party's lyrics, and I only felt that I was talented, and I was by no means idle. Then I wanted to meet Ye Junsheng in person, so that I could make friends. thought that the talent competition, Ye Junsheng would go south. Unexpectedly, they were already on the road and got on their own boat, and the most terrible thing was that they drove the other party off the boat very majestically...... It was a mistake, but it turned out to be a big mistake.

Thinking back to the situation at that time, the second son only felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, which was extremely absurd. In other words, why didn't Ye Junsheng reveal his identity at that time?

No, they have no relatives with each other and have no reason, how can people reveal their identities? If they show their fame, they will be ridiculed, and it will be even more embarrassing?

People are not roundworms in their stomachs, they know the inside story.

Hey, in this case, there must have been a misunderstanding during the period. Ye Junsheng can write such majestic lyrics, how can he be a small-bellied chicken intestine...... For a while, my thoughts turned around, and I actually forgot about the Wenhui.

In fact, this year's cultural meeting has become very harmonious and less competitive. And his Ximen family and the Guo family have close contacts, and they don't care about the short period at all.

To put it bluntly, it's just a pastime.

If the biggest accident of this pastime is undoubtedly the overturning of this last moment.

The second son of Ximen walked to the side with a small servant, and did not return to the table for a long time, which aroused the idea of Gu Wendao and others. Gu Wen was already a little drunk at this time, so he stood up, walked over and said with a smile: "What is the second prince discussing? Why didn't you come back to drink for a long time?" ”

The second son of Ximen glanced at him, suddenly handed over the plain paper in his hand, and said indifferently: "This is just copied back from Zhushan, you can see how it is." ”

"Hey, at this time, there are still words to be made, I hope it is a masterpiece. ”

Gu Wendao took it absentmindedly, and then read it word by word: "By the broken bridge outside the mountain, there is no owner in loneliness." It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

Up and down the whole article, there is no word "plum", which can be read, and the words are plum -- "Fortune Operator? Yongmei", after the lyrics, the signature is neatly copied: Zhushan Caizi, Pengcheng Ye Feng.

He blinked vigorously, suddenly felt a little dry in his throat, and looked up to look at the second son of Ximen.

The second son of Ximen said astringently: "Ye Feng, the word 'Junsheng', he is Ye Junsheng." ”

Syllable!

Hearing these words in his ears, Gu Wendao felt that something in the depths of his heart crackled, burst open, and fell to the ground weakly, shattered to the ground, and shattered so much that he could no longer pick it up.

Wrong, it turned out that I was wrong.

I can't help but pass by that delicate face, and always indifferent looks: from beginning to end, is the other party playing a game of cat and mouse?

What is this?

I hate it......

Gu Wendao's face suddenly flushed with blood, and even green tendons bulged out on his forehead, he arched his hand towards the second son of Ximen, turned around and rushed out of Ximen Mansion without looking back.

At this moment, he only hoped that he would stay in Pingzhou and not go out.

(To be continued)