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Facing everyone's attention, Qiao Xiaoqiao behaved calmly and generously, without any resignation, and said with a smile: "The Pengcheng Poetry Club is once a year, and in the past, it was just about the wind and the moon, but tonight is a little different. ”

Liang Quanneng looked at Qiao Xiaoqiao's unrestrained appearance softly, and looked very pleased.

"Xuzhou has been picturesque since ancient times, and Pengcheng is the ancient capital of several dynasties. ”

"All of you are gathered today, there are not only the words of the scholars, but also the Qingshuang of the warriors, although the little woman is a small life, but also admire the pride and generosity of the adults. ”

"Tonight, the moon is like bending water, the starlight is like shining water, such a beautiful scenery, in this picturesque river and mountain, why not sing this to express your nostalgia?"

"Tonight's topic is to be related to Xuzhou, whether it is the fresh and elegant pastoral scenery, or the nostalgia for the fierce war in Xuzhou, as long as someone writes a poem, it will be passed on to my four friends, and in the end, the winner will be judged. ”

"So, okay?"

After saying it in one breath, Qiao Xiaoqiao smiled and watched everyone's reactions.

When Zhang Ziyuan heard this, he frowned and said, "This is very difficult. ”

Indeed, since ancient times, poems can be written in a variety of contents, such as farewell, side stops, landscapes and pastorals, or nostalgic songs, mourning, travel, etc., and even many poems of resentment or war have also been cited as classics.

As Qiao Xiaoqiao said, it is not very difficult for the poems or lyrics to be related to Xuzhou or Pengcheng.

But Liang Quanneng had a request before, wanting to win Qiao Xiaoqiao's heart. In other words, the poems should also reflect his relationship with Qiao Xiaoqiao.

In this way, the poems should not only be related to Xuzhou, but even mention the "love" of these two people, which is ten times more difficult.

Qian Yuanbo also agreed with Zhang Ziyuan's words at this time, and said: "My lord, I have given us a problem. ”

Everyone nodded their heads, agreeing with the views of the two, if there is only the former, it is a nostalgic, or pastoral poem, if it is only the latter, they can also lick their faces and write works praising love, to tie the knot.

Now, if they were to have both, they couldn't think of anyone else in the world who could express two themes in a poem or a poem.

Liang Quanneng took everyone's demeanor in his eyes, motioned for Qiao Xiaoqiao to sit down, and said with a smile: "I didn't say that there must be two emotions, you can mention it a little when you sing the praises of the splendid mountains and rivers of Xuzhou." ”

"Poetry is natural, and I believe that if it is really good, even if you don't follow these rules and regulations, you must be the one who wins. ”

As soon as Liang Quanneng's words came out, although no one really dared to play at will, everyone was still slightly relieved in their hearts.

At this time, a servant came to the crowd, picked up the delicacies that were almost untouched, and brought them delicate and gorgeous brushwork and placed them in front of the table where they were seated.

After a few moments, the "cold leftovers" were gone, replaced by a full house of white paper, in front of everyone.

Peng Cheng was also placed in front of the pen and ink, the ink is the best Hui ink, is made of pine smoke, pearls, borneol, sandalwood, fish gelatin as raw materials, the ink is as hard as jade.

This kind of ink can be said to be rich and greasy, shiny like lacquer, Peng Cheng looked at this ink, picked it up and weighed it, only to feel that it was extremely light, and even could smell a faint fragrance.

"This ink is exquisite. Peng Cheng sighed.

Su Bingnan whispered to Peng Cheng: "This ink is extremely valuable, and it is even used to paint eyebrows in the palace. Gold is easy to obtain, but the ink of the emblem is hard to find. ”

Peng Cheng was surprised: "I think it's just a little more delicate, ordinary ink is ink, and this kind of ink is also ink, why is it so precious?" ”

"The general ink is different from this ink, if you observe it carefully for a while, you will feel that this ink is light, polished and clear, smelled sweet, hard as jade, silent, a little like lacquer, and thousands of years of truth, it deserves this preciousness. ”

Su Bingnan looked at it, and saw that everyone in the boat was like jade and black ink on the table, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Fingers lightly brushed the paper on the table, Peng Cheng continued to ask: "I think this paper is also extraordinary, I don't know what is special?"

Su Bingnan lowered his head and pretended to chat, and replied: "Chengxintang paper, which is called 'this paper does not dare to write' by scribes." Compared with ordinary paper, it is known for its skin and egg like a membrane, as clean as jade, and as thin and smooth. ”

Peng Cheng closed his mouth, already understanding that this simple piece of paper was also extraordinary, looked at the equally fine pen and inkstone on the table, and did not ask any more questions.

When the pen and ink were neatly placed on everyone's table, Di Bingfan brought a gust of incense and came to the center of the Nine Heavens Ring.

The slender white jade fingers rubbed lightly, bringing an agitated and moist sound.

About the Jiuxiao Huanpei this guqin, the world always praises it, there is a literati who has heard this qin played, once said: the sound of the piano comes from between the two pools, its back is slightly rumbling like a shallot leaf, the sound wants to come out and narrow, lingering, but there is an aftertaste.

After adapting for a moment, Di Bingfan straightened his expression, sat upright, and his arms were on the strings again.

Suddenly, pleasant music sounded, and its sound was as clear as a clear spring, making people feel calm.

Everyone listened to this song, as if walking through the green bamboo spring, listening to the sound of water flowing like a ring, which seemed to be able to point out the clarity of the water and the green of the bamboo leaves.

After the song was played, Di Bingfan got up and returned to the same place.

Qiao Xiaoqiao said to everyone: "You can use the sound of the piano to splash ink and write poems." At the end of each song, the paper was collected for the other three to watch, and if the author allowed it, they could circulate it to each other. ”

After a few rounds, the four of them would deliberate according to their preferences and finally choose the best one, the winner. ”

As soon as the words fell, Jian Shuirui walked to Jiuxiao Huanpei, and after the audition, the warm and loose moving music sounded, which was also pleasant to the ear.

Accompanied by the music, people's faces were soothed, but some people's eyes were full of thought, chanting something softly from time to time, and knocking on the wooden table, quite uninhibited.

Under the clear sound of the piano, the fog has faded in the eyes of several people, as if they have gained something, pick up the pen in front of their hands, and walk on the Chengxintang paper with skin like a membrane and as clean as jade.

After a song, Jian Shuirui returned to the same place. A waiter carefully picked up the smooth paper and brought it to the eyes of the three beauties.

The beauty named Sheng Qing stood up, swayed to the piano, continued the aftermath of Jian Shuirui, and continued to write the refreshing signs.

Di Bingfan, Jian Shuirui and Yu Yufei picked up the poems of those people and watched them carefully.

As the three of them nodded or shook their heads, the hearts of the few people who began to write the poems fluctuated, and even soothing music could not remove the temporary tension. They pondered for a moment, then simply thought again, trying to compose better poetry.

After another song was played, several more people finished writing poems.

Several beauties looked at the paper in their hands, and only felt that although it was good, it was a little dull in the end, and none of them made people feel amazing.

After playing such a few songs, more and more people wrote poems, but many people found that they were a little dissatisfied after writing, and continued to think about it and write the next one.

Peng Cheng didn't mean to put pen to paper, sitting there, silently looking around, listening to the gentle and delicate quaint piano sound, as if this trip was specially for silk and bamboo.

He didn't think about poetry at all, he was just going to be a spectator.

A long time has passed, Xiao Haitang has also written poems that he thinks are better, and he happened to see the relaxed "Su Bingnan" in his spare time.

The embarrassment when shooting seemed to have happened in the last second, and Xiao Haitang could still remember the helplessness when he was forced to fall into the wine altar.

"Kill Su Bingnan, the Xiao family is a friend of Ying Tianfu, and everything is cheap. ”

Xiao Haitang's mind came up with Hao Zhituo's words.

"Xiao Haitang, I, Yan Zihan, have no husband and wife status with you!" Yan Zihan's angry voice seemed to be still in his ears not long ago.

"Humph!"

Xiao Haitang snorted coldly.

Whether it is emotion or interests, Xiao Haitang's killing intent towards Su Bingnan rose irrepressibly.