Zaitianfu, Dongting, Wenxiang Street.

I don't know if the road is conventional, most of the tribute institutes and academies in major cities are in Dongting, Mengcheng is like this, Xijing is like this, and Zaitianfu is also the same.

Because of the existence of the Gongyuan, Dongting is also the cultural center of the entire Zaitenfu, and the most prosperous area is a few streets near Wenxiang Street, and it is at a crossroads on the main trunk of Wenxiang Street, which has been crowded at this time.

I don't know where the rich people of Lu Road, invested in buying four houses at the four corners of this crossroads, built four pontoon bridges between the four buildings, more than a dozen platforms of different heights, from below, it is like a hollow tall pagoda, layer by layer, at the top of the pontoon bridge, there is also a cloud boat full of flowers, the fairy music in the cloud boat bursts, and the petals are constantly floating under the mist-like petals, the petals are like ice and snow condensation, falling on people, it seems to be about to melt away.

At this time, the largest poetry and literature event of the whole Zaitenfu this year is being held here.

The huge banner of "Gui Moxuan Poetry and Literature Society" hung down from the cloud boat, fluttering in the air, and could be seen in all directions, and there were several lines of banners next to it: "If you are thirsty for literature, you will see ink as life." "A thousand daughters are looking for wonderful texts, and ten thousand taels are not expensive. "It's easy to get a thousand dollars, but it's hard to find a word. "Wait for the wind to blow.

On each high platform, there are stacks of gold and silver jewelry, very visually impactful, the first platform is only a small silver ingot, and then to the top is silver ingots, gold ingots, gold ingots, jade......

When it comes to more than five floors, it is not gold and silver jewelry, but brocade boxes, and what is contained in the brocade box, but no one can see it, which has caused a lot of discussion.

Several carriages passed through the bustling crowd and stopped at the crossroads, where several soldiers who were opening the way in front of them waved their whips and tried to rush forward, but were stopped by the men in the carriage.

"My lord, I'm really sorry, this place to the Gongyuan, this is the nearest road, and it is very smooth here on weekdays......" On the side of the carriage, an official in charge of the guard was very frightened, and the adult suddenly said that he wanted to inspect the Gongyuan, and he didn't want to make a big fanfare, and he didn't plan the route in a hurry. This lord is a distinguished guest of Lord Zhizhou, if he is unhappy, his black gauze hat will not be able to protect.

"It doesn't matter. In the carriage, there was a middle-aged man with long eyebrows and thin eyes, his face was white and bearded, he squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the crowd in front of him, and said, "What are you doing?"

The official in charge of the guard ran out of the house, grabbed a soldier who was next to him and asked what he was, turned around and ran back, and reported back: "Lord Qiqi, a poetry and literature meeting is being held here." ”

"How could this poetry society set up a high platform, and what are the gold, silver and jewelry on it?" The adult asked again, and the official in charge of the guard could only turn his face and go back to ask, and after a while, he replied in a daze, and said, "My lord, the lower officials have asked many people, but they don't know that the poetry and literature meeting has not yet begun." ”

In addition to this middle-aged man in the car, there was another middle-aged man with a slightly fat body, and he smiled at this time: "Although I carry Tianfu in a remote area, there are often poetry meetings organized by literati spontaneously. Lord Qi, why don't we wait here for a while and take a look?"

"That's exactly what I mean!" Ha Luha, a middle-aged man with a detailed name known as Lord Qi, smiled and said, "I also want to see what is so peculiar about the poems and writings of Zaitianfu." ”

This Lord Qi is actually an official of the Ministry of Rites who came to Zaitianfu from Beijing this time, and is specially responsible for the Tianzhou Township Examination. Originally, in a remote and small place like Zaitianfu, it was impossible to invite a Si Zheng who was in charge, but it happened that this year, at the Longzong Face Immortal Conference, the people who came to Zaitianzhou to participate in the Great Shangke were far more than in previous years, and Shangjing sent a Lang Zhong to show his attention.

And the middle-aged man who accompanied him with a slightly chubby body was Lord Song Hui, the supervisor of the Celebrant Division of Zaitianfu.

If you talk about grade, there is a half-level difference between the two people, but if you talk about real power, Song Hui can't catch up with Qi Lusi, so Qi Lusi is even more polite.

Fortunately, this Lord Qi seemed to have an excellent temper and was very easy to get along with, which made Song Hui breathe a sigh of relief.

In the crowd, many literati who had just received the news were coming from all directions, and most of these literati were three or four people, or five or six people, which could be regarded as small groups and circles.

At this time, there was a group walking by the side of the carriage, this small group of five people, four of them were wearing thin shirts, folding fans in their hands and shaking gently, and they were suave and outstanding, and the last one was followed by a scholar in plain clothes, carrying a bookcase and carrying two packages, he struggled through the crowd, and when he walked past the carriage, he put down the two packages in his hand, reached out and wiped a handful of sweat, raised his head, and showed a pair of familiar triangular eyes.

Hu Caijun.

If Zi Baifeng is here, he will definitely shout.

Hu Caijun saw that the four people in front of him had walked far, and hurriedly picked up the bookcase again, and walked a few steps briskly to catch up with the footsteps of the people in front of him.

He was just an ordinary person, and the things he was carrying were extremely heavy, he staggered a few steps, and almost fell to the ground, but he was helped by someone.

Hu Caijun bowed his head and thanked him, didn't even look at the man, turned around and ran forward again.

Zhu turned his head to look at his back, frowned, and said, "Strange, that person seems to have seen ...... somewhere"

Several monks and his apprentice Guo Dali followed him, and Guo Dali asked when he heard this, "Uncle Zhuzi, do you know him?"

"It's like an old acquaintance of mine, but...... How could he be here?" the pillar shook his head and said, "It must have been just an imagination. ”

From Mengcheng to Zaitianfu, gather 100,000 miles, if a mortal takes the land route, I am afraid that he will not be able to walk here for ten years. And to take the cloud ship, the cost required is not something that ordinary people can afford, the Hu family may have been the richest man in Mengcheng, but out of Mengcheng, they are nothing.

The pillar threw that idea out of his mind, and continued to patrol the crowd with everyone, the pillar's sharp eyes had already been practiced, and it didn't take long to catch a few thieves who planned to steal chickens and dogs while there were many people, and beat them out with sticks.

The pillar was also invited to the town today, but it was his professional skills that made him a security guard, and I have to say that the pillar is very dedicated and professional.

After a while, a few drums sounded, and a man in cloth beat the big drum, and then said loudly: "Everyone, the Gui Moxuan Poetry and Literature Conference is about to start, and today's rule is very simple, that is, the competition." Race poems, race words, race articles. In this poetry conference, there are no judges, all the talents present are judges, please look at the above!"

Everyone looked up, and Qi Lusi and Song Hui also got out of the carriage and looked up.

The layers of high platforms are like peculiar mushrooms, spiraling up, full of rhythm and layering.

"The people who designed and built this platform were not simple. Qi Lu thought.

"It turns out that the adults are also proficient in the way of architecture, and I admire and admire them. Song Hui sent it with a little sycophant.

Nonsense, anyone can see that this is not easy.

In fact, this design is from Zi Baifeng's creativity, the design of the small plate, Zi Jian's drawings, and the craftsmanship of the Zi clan, although there are only four pillars to support, but the whole building is as stable as Mount Tai and will never collapse.

"Every platform has a title, hanging under the platform, please look at the first platform on the left. ”

Everyone looked at the big man's gaze, and saw a banner hanging under the platform: "To make a poem of five uniques, it must contain ink characters." ”

"Everyone, please see, this is the topic of this platform, if anyone wants to challenge this topic, please come to me to get a number plate, and then solve the problem. Dahan paused and said, "You may be confused, since it is a race word, where is the race?"

"Our rules are very simple, any two talented people, at the same time to compose poems, poems, judged by all the talents present, by everyone to decide who can come to the stage. The big man beat the drum and said, "Everyone, please look at the platform, there is a wooden box in front of the platform." Those who challenge can choose to write down their number plates and put them in a wooden box to challenge others, or they can choose to grab other people's license plates to challenge others, and the winner will board the platform, and the loser will lose the opportunity. And on the first platform, there are some thin gifts, and then solve the next problem, the winner continues to move forward to the previous platform, the loser receives the silver two to get off the stage, if you want to challenge again, you can re-get the number, come again, and so on on the platform above. ”

"That's kind of interesting. Qi Lu Siha smiled and said, "Isn't this just fighting? It turns out that the Poetry Society can also fight." ”

Qi Lusi felt fresh, and others naturally felt even more novel.

"Do you think this rule is quite clear?" the big man asked loudly after beating the drum again.

"Clear, clear!" shouted many literati, and the shouts shook the sky.

Everyone is a cultural person, and there is no problem with understanding.

Those who have good deeds immediately squeezed to the front to get the number plate, and then waved the number plate and said: "The contemptible people are ugly first, who is willing to challenge?"

Someone else stood up and planned to come forward to challenge.

There was also a big man standing next to the platform, he was the same as the big man just now, full of energy, his voice was shocking, and he shouted loudly: "Okay, the No. 1 card Jin Fuping Gongzi and the No. 2 card envoy Dongshen Gongzi, please Jin Fuping Gongzi come first!"

Jin Fuping Gongzi groaned slightly, and then chanted a poem, and Dongshen, the envoy of the No. 2 plate, did not give in, and read his poem out loud, Qi Lusi stroked his beard, shook his head and said: "These two people's literary talents are too ordinary." ”