The bright lights throughout the night reflect the extreme prosperity of the Mid-Autumn Festival night in the capital city, and no matter where you go, it is a lively and noisy atmosphere, and somewhere in the city, the vast and gorgeous manor is no exception. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a few pieces of paper raft were sent, there were special singers in the garden, and soon they would sing the words with a tactful voice, leaving them for everyone to judge.

On the other side, all of them are female dependents, all of whom are the daughters of everyone in the city, sometimes peeking at the opposite side, covering up and chuckling, secretly glancing at the talent in their hearts, if there is a paper raft with poems written on it, several people will gather together and comment on it.

As the daughter of a slightly high-status family in the city, she probably still knows some poetry.

At this time, in the pavilion in a remote corner of the park, the atmosphere was a little deserted, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl sat at the stone table in the pavilion with one hand on her cheek, looking at the figures coming and going in front of her, the expression on her face seemed a little boring, so for a moment, she turned her head to several women in the pavilion and said: "What kind of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will this be, it's not fun at all!" ”

When several women heard this, they all looked at each other speechlessly.

Today's garden is held in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival temple fair, or a person who is stopped on the road, or it may be a famous and surnamed genius in Qing'an Mansion......

If they are not famous enough, they are not even qualified to participate in the poetry club, and they also took a lot of twists and turns to get this invitation card from Yunying Poetry Society.

"Sister Yunrou, did the talented man you mentioned come tonight?"

The girl who spoke was not a member of the Yunying Poetry Society, just because there was an extra invitation card, so she begged Zhao Yunrou to take her over to see the excitement, but there were some differences between the facts and the imagination, this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting was not as fun as she imagined, and there was still a certain talent in her heart who several sisters had never forgotten, looking at Zhao Yunrou and asking.

Zhao Yunrou smiled bitterly and shook her head, they didn't have much hope that they could see Li Yi of "Queqiao Immortal" here, and they could participate in this kind of poetry meeting, probably with the idea of seeing the world.

"Yesterday's son, he really didn't come today." A young woman in the pavilion spoke.

Not to mention the genius who only exists in legends for the time being, it is the unknown genius who helped them obtain the qualification for today's poetry meeting yesterday, and he didn't see it tonight.

"That son, presumably a real fame and fortune, didn't even confiscate the invitation yesterday, and doesn't seem to be interested in this poetry club." Wan Ruoqing thought about it and said.

Until now, she still has some regrets in her heart for forgetting to ask the son's name yesterday.

With the other party's poetic talent, he is by no means an unknown person in Qing'an Mansion, but after checking the talents worthy of that kind of poetic talent one by one, he still found nothing.

He is like Li Yi of "Queqiao Immortal", only leaving poems, but not seeing him, which has attracted the reverie of countless talents.

If he could come, maybe he wouldn't be so boring now, at least nominally, the other party was still a member of the Yunying Poetry Society.

In today's poetry club, the status of the Yunying Poetry Society is actually quite embarrassing.

Although they all have the name of talented women, in fact, there is still a big gap between them and those high-class talents, and they can't integrate into the circle of those people at all.

Even the prefect of Qing'an will appear briefly at the poetry meeting, not to mention those who are recognized by everyone as the first and second talents, in the past, they would never be able to contact these people.

Even Wan Ruoqing, who is the most famous among several people, only has the name of a talented woman in a small area, and tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is obviously much higher in terms of specifications.

Even their location is only arranged in such a remote place.

The water pavilion in the center of the park, where many famous talents gathered, is the core of the entire poetry club.

All the good works that appear at the poetry meeting will eventually be gathered here, and those who comment here are all extremely important talents, or famous people with high moral and respected status......

Of course, there are not only poems to be recited, but also singers and dancers everywhere, singing melodiously, dancing movingly, singing most of the lyrics made tonight, if they encounter excellent, they will soon be handed out from the garden to the outside, and it doesn't take long for someone to get the news from the brothels of the green buildings in the city, and sing the new lyrics.

Ordinary talented literati who are not qualified to enter the poetry club will gather in such a place tonight, and they will not miss the excellent works of the poetry club. Poetry meetings, large and small, are not uncommon in the city tonight, and if there are a few extremely amazing poems, they may eventually be spread to the garden and judged together with the poems written by those talented people.

Of course, masterpieces of this level are rare and rare every year.

The elegant atmosphere spread throughout the city, and at this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting was halfway through.

"Qin Yong's performance tonight is mediocre, although it is also decent, but there is not much to brilliant."

"It's really surprising, Qin Xianggong's Mid-Autumn Festival words are still good, last year it was in the top ten and also had a place, and today I'm afraid it's hanging."

"Chen Yuyi's song is still good, the idea is novel, but it is unexpected, and it can be regarded as a rare masterpiece."

"Yes, at his previous level, it is extremely rare to write poems of this level."

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In the central water pavilion, in a much wider pavilion, several talented people are appreciating tonight's lyrics, and several of them are really well-known talents in Qing'an Mansion, although their opinions do not represent authority, but they still have great reference value.

On the side of several people, a long figure leaned on the railing by the water, holding the wine glass in his hand, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, drank the wine in the cup, and couldn't help muttering: "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a three-person ......"

"What's wrong with Brother Yanzhou today, why didn't you say a word?" A certain genius glanced up in a certain direction, and a hint of doubt flashed across his face.

The other party is recognized as the first talent in Qing'an, the prosperity of poetry, few people compare, except for Shen Zhaoneng and him to compete for the top of the poetry club today, there is no opponent at all.

It is Shen Zhao, in terms of Mid-Autumn Festival words, it is difficult to compare with Yang Yanzhou, although he has not come up with a lyric work, but in fact, he has almost bagged the leader, but now it seems that the other party's mood is not very high.