After all, it is difficult to leave the homeland, and everyone else is busy asking the girl to fish for Kaizi on the night of Qixi Festival, but Li Yi is unable to control his feelings because he misses his hometown, and he burst into tears. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I miss enough, I have to continue to live, what will the future be, these questions are not willing to think about for the time being, how to take the whole family to a well-off life is the problem that Li Yi should think about at this stage.

"He said that this pain in the wind and rain is nothing, wipe away your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams......"

The little girl, who was worried about her uncle, secretly hid outside the window and listened to the corner, until the strange singing in the house gradually disappeared, the little girl looked up, her heart was a little calm, and she was ready to go back to the room to sleep.

The sky is full of stars, and as the time enters midnight, the lively atmosphere gradually fades in the willow leaf village.

A little farther away, the sword-hugging girl leaned on a willow tree that was hugged by several people, and felt the gradual steady breathing in the room not far away, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and her figure disappeared into the darkness.

At this time, Li Yi, who had already reunited with his homeland in a beautiful dream, didn't know that because of his unintentional actions, somewhere in the distance, an invisible wave gradually set off......

Draw your gaze back to the boat.

When the two young scholars walked into the cabin, their expressions were still a little trance-like, as if their lives had suffered a major blow, and at this time, people were already surrounded by people nearby.

"Brother Fang, what's wrong?"

"How did Miss Ruoqing evaluate it?"

"Tonight's Qixi Festival, Brother Fang is afraid that he will be in the limelight in front of Miss Ruoqing this time, right?"

"Needless to say, Brother Fang's poem can be regarded as a masterpiece at a large-scale poetry meeting such as Bixuan Zhaowen."

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After some competition, a talented man named Fang Zhou overwhelmed everyone with a good Qixi poem and won the first place in the poetry club, and everyone praised it.

That poem is indeed a good product, even if it is placed in the most popular poetry meetings tonight, it will not be buried.

Tomorrow, someone will sort out the most brilliant poems of tonight's poetry clubs and compile them into a book, and the words of the ark may also be on the list, and at that time, I am afraid that it will become famous.

I saw him take it out and ask Miss Ruoqing to evaluate it, and when he came back at this moment, everyone stepped forward to ask.

If he had heard everyone's praise just now, the scholar named Fang Zhou would definitely be used, but at this moment, he only felt inexplicable irony, and said with a wry smile: "The matter of the first name, you still don't have to mention it again, Fang's words are really not worthy of these two words." ”

"Hey, Brother Fang is too humble......"

"Yes, when it comes to Qixi words, no one in the field can compare to Brother Shang."

When everyone heard this, they all smiled and spoke, just as he was humbling, the ark just shook his head and smiled bitterly, his face was extremely embarrassed, and after such a moment, everyone also noticed his abnormality, and the atmosphere finally began to change a little.

"Could it be that Brother Fang has seen a better lyrical?"

The scholar surnamed Fang smiled bitterly, then nodded, took a few steps forward, walked to a table, and said slowly: "I just heard Miss Ruoqing sing another Qixi poem outside, let's take a look." ”

With a slight stroke of the pen, three large characters appeared on the white paper.

Queqiao Immortal.

As the sentences spread out from under the scholar surnamed Fang, in the ship hall, the noise gradually disappeared, and only the sound of the scholars' gradually thickened breathing remained.

When the last sentence of the whole word falls, the surroundings are quiet, and the needle drop can be heard.

Moments later, there was a huge uproar, flooding the room.

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"Li Yi ......" When the singer and the beautiful woman walked down the stairs, they muttered the name in their mouths, and suddenly turned their heads and asked, "Ruoqing has ever known this talent?" ”

The beautiful woman has also been thinking about this question in her heart, shook her head and said: "I have never heard of it before, but if the prayer lantern can be picked up by you and me, it must be a genius in the neighborhood, but this name ...... It's really strange tight. ”

"The level of ordinary talents, I'm afraid I can't write such good poems in this life, is it one of those few?" A look of confusion appeared on the singer's face, and then she said a few names.

These people are all very famous talents in Qing'an Prefecture, and their attainments in poetry are very deep, and several poems have been widely recited.

"Not to mention the difference in names, just this handwriting ......" The woman named Ruoqing shook her head, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "This handwriting alone is not something that ordinary talents can write." ”

There is another sentence that she hid in her heart and didn't say, with her literacy in poetry, she can naturally see that even the few people mentioned by the singer around her just now are far from being able to make such words.

After a while, the two of them had reached the door of the ship hall, and the singer pushed the door open, and the two of them entered the door, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and when they looked up, they found that the hall was quiet and terrible, and the scene of the high-minded conversation just now was no longer the same, and everyone looked at them with a strange look.

Both women were shocked in their hearts, and they didn't know what was going on.

At this moment, I saw the scholar surnamed Fang take a step forward, smiled bitterly and raised his hand to the beautiful woman and said: "Ruoqing girl is talented, as soon as this song "Queqiao Immortal" comes out, I am afraid that I will not have to make Qixi words in the future." ”

"I never thought that Miss Ruoqing would be such a talented girl, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

"If you have such talent, why hide it before?"

"This kind of talent really makes me feel guilty for waiting for a man!"

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Although the status of women is not very high in today's era, those talented women who are not weaker than them, or even far surpass them, can still be respected by these scholars.

At this time, the beautiful woman had roughly understood why they made such a move, and hurriedly said: "You may be mistaken, this song "Queqiao Immortal" is not ......"

"Hey, why should Miss Ruoqing be humble, Brother Fang and Brother Wu heard it just now."

"Yes, I'm afraid I won't be able to write such words in my life."

"No need to shirk ......"

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Seeing that everyone did not seem to believe her explanation, a wry smile appeared on the woman's face, and she stretched out her hand and pressed it down, waiting until her voice grew quieter, and then she spoke: "If I say that this poem fell from the sky and happened to be picked up by me, would you believe it?" ”

There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere, and then someone laughed.

"Hehe, the girl laughed......"

Everyone looked at the beautiful woman with a strange look on their faces, and there was an expression on their faces that you don't take us for fools.

If such a hand-me-down poem can fall from the sky casually, then what do you want these talents to do, it is better to go home honestly and farm the land and make some kind of poetry......

Seeing this, the beautiful woman could only smile bitterly and took out the prayer lantern she had just picked up.

In a short time, between the two painting boats on the river, a paper raft was passed over, and after being copied, it spread out like snowflakes.

This is the practice of the past, such a large-scale festival, if a certain poetry will produce a good work, it will be taken out and communicated with other people to correct, in many poetry will be passed around, until dawn, someone will be the most popular poems excerpts of ten, compiled into a book, named "Qixi Poetry Collection" and the like.

For a long time after that, these poems would become the must-have golden songs of the Qinglou Music Pavilion, and they quickly spread.

Tonight, a Qixi poem called "Queqiao Immortal" spread all over the banks of Yuanshui in this way, causing a lot of commotion.

At this time, in Liuye Village, a scholar named Li Yi suddenly felt some chills on his body in his sleep, frowned unconsciously, wrapped the quilt tightly, turned over and continued to sleep.