Under the auspices of the first five respected elders, everyone first bowed down to the three saints together, and then an old man with a white beard in the center read an obscure speech. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Then, the Qiongyu Poetry Meeting began, and the quiet hall was lively again, and it was very enthusiastic at the beginning!

Poems are recited from various positions, and then they are evaluated against each other at the nearest tables, and if they produce good poems and good words that are recognized by everyone, it will cause a sensation. After that, it will be handed over to the first five elders for evaluation, and if they also approve it, it will be written on the "elegant jade".

In the end, the Great Zhou Dynasty has been exclusive to Confucianism for more than 500 years, during which there has never been interruption, and there have been no major wars and disasters. Therefore, most of the poems of the Great Zhou Dynasty have developed to the present, and most of them are gorgeous and complex rhetoric, and the language is unpredictable, as if they want to write the limits of what human language can describe.

The poems that can be sent to the five elders for evaluation are all the proud works of the Confucian scholars below, so most of them can show their literary tone on the "elegant jade", which attracted everyone's appreciative applause, and even the emerald moth Oiran invited to offer love on the spot, which must be another romantic story.

Of course, if you are confident, you can also go directly to the "elegant jade" to write poems and lyrics, without being evaluated by others, but if there is no reaction, you have to add some jokes.

After the poetry meeting began, Tang Ze and the others gathered around to drink and talk, and a few people came forward to talk and make friends, seeing that Tang Ze and they had no intention of going down to have fun together, they said a few words to Tang Ze and left. Several young ladies from the family came to invite Zhou Ning'er, but this little girl was so worried that she didn't have the heart to pay attention to these, so she resigned one by one.

In the end, no one stepped forward again, leaving Tang Ze and his party, enjoying themselves.

Tianjing City is never sleeping, and the Mid-Autumn Festival night is even more lively and carnival all night.

The city is full of lights and the sound of silk and bamboo, dance, opera, juggling, shadow puppetry, very lively. On the streets of all sizes, pedestrians are weaving, lanterns are like fire, and there are people surging everywhere. The dragon and lion dance procession, the loud shouting of the hawkers and porters, and the sound of the brothels of the Qinglou to solicit benefactors are endless. There are also people holding plain white paper, running quickly from one end of the street, shouting: "Jade Poetry Club, Yu Zhen Yu Gongzi's new poem "Looking at the Moon", not losing to Qiongyu Caizi ......" attracted sideways admiration from pedestrians.

The boats that were originally docked on the edge of the Xuanwu River and the Little Jade River have also sailed into the river and slowly followed the waves. Miss Childe, ordinary people walked in the sea of lights, looking at the questions above and guessing riddles, winning some lottery heads, and the sound of laughter and cheers never stopped.

The second urban area, with Qiongyulou as the center, Xuanwu, Vermilion Bird, Qinglong, and Baihu four streets, is even more crowded, and even the central gallop road has been compressed to two zhang, and the sergeants of the S.H.I.E.L.D. are nervously maintaining order, for fear that there will be a little chaos.

The closer you get to Qiongyu Tower, the more people there are, looking at the phantom image displayed outside Qiongyu Tower, your heart is envious, imagining what it will be like if you sit in it. Whenever there is a literary spirit rising to the sky, there will be a tsunami of cheers in the crowd, and then someone will recite it aloud, and then copy it down with great speed3, spreading it in all directions of Tianjing City. In the midst of the excitement, the elegant atmosphere is gradually becoming stronger.

The imperial city is relatively cold, and only the upper floors of the city are more lively. On weekdays, in addition to the queen, very few concubines in the harem can leave the palace at will, and days like the Mid-Autumn Festival have become a time for them to indulge.

Every time a new work comes from the various poetry meetings, you can hear a woman on the city tower singing according to the rhythm of the word card, the tone is tactful, the voice is pleasant, which attracts the people below the city to applaud, and then the city tower will scatter flowers, sprinkle gold leaves and silver beads, and then the people under the city will laugh and scramble, and say thank you. That's how the scene of 'Scattered Flowers in the Imperial City' came about. After that, I heard that so-and-so son came out with better poems, and compared them. It was sung by another person, competing with each other, and then there was another round of scattered flowers. No matter what, for the people who looked down to see the excitement, they showed their loneliest beauty.

In the end, it is the poetry meeting of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so some of the poems are mainly based on the moon, of course, most of them have nothing to do with the moon, and most of them are masterpieces that these children of the family have accumulated for a whole year. Tang Ze lives with himself, and has no doubt that there is definitely a large number of ghostwriters during this period. For example, An Yongnian, who was sitting in the next corner, dodging and dodging, the ghost believed that he could write literary poems.

The poetry meeting lasted for half an hour, and some talented people among the children of the family also began to come up with their own works, and won the applause of the house under the surging literary atmosphere. After all, the edification and education they have received since childhood is not something that ordinary Confucian scholars can imagine. The temperament is also more calm than that of An Yongnian and others.

In your circle, the inferior will be inferior, and the superior will be better.

People who have already written poems and lyrics on the elegant jade bi either return to their seats to talk about literature and Taoism with their friends, or they gather together and improvise questions, and then use them to write poems and evaluate each other.

For example, the youngest son of the Pyeongchang Houjia and another well-known female talent, gathered more than a dozen people, with Weiyang and Lin Nan as the topic, caused a more heated discussion, became the focus of the audience, from time to time there will be Confucian scholars stand up, said: "For these, Xiaosheng (little woman) has a different opinion......" and then walked over with a smile, chanted the poems he made, and talked with everyone. Who is right and who is wrong, good or clumsy, who is high and who is low, is naturally judged by Feng Ya Yubi.

There will be three hours of poetry, and the climax has not yet arrived. Really good poems often have to be left behind, and most of the people who come up with their proud works early are also a little self-aware, and may feel that they are not talented enough, and there is no need to stay behind to sacrifice ugliness in front of the real Confucian scholars.

In previous poetry meetings, those great Confucian sages would always prepare one or two poems as the finale, and they would often be released only before the child. At that time, almost the attention of the whole city will be focused here, and the effect is naturally the best, accumulating Haoran righteousness at the same time, it can also quickly accumulate fame, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

At this time, several young ladies with great status came to invite Zhou Ning'er and Tian Tian to play together, and many people had gathered not far away, and it was a private party of a group of talented women. Unexpectedly, one of the young ladies who came over also invited Xiaolou and Xiaotong. It brought some fright to the two little girls, and they didn't reject it too much, but they just wondered why the young lady invited the two of them.

A few pairs of eyes looked at it together, Tang Ze smiled and said, "Let's go over and play, meet more friends......" and saluted the young ladies, "They are timid, don't bully the two of them." ”

After speaking, it attracted a burst of laughter and scolding. Women on this day will always be bolder than usual.

Subsequently, Xiaolou and Xiaotong followed Zhou Ninger and Tian Tian together and happily went over to join in the fun. In their arms, they each carried the poem that Tang Ze had just written for them, which was Zhou Ning'er's request, and Xiao Tian Tian was also echoing, so Tang Ze had to be tired and write.

Most of the little women of the Great Zhou Dynasty think that poetry and songs are the most beautiful things in the world.