Jiangnan Shifeng has become more and more wild this year. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info scholars like to speak wildly, be bohemian, and criticize the government. The morale of Yangzhou Mansion should be conservative, subtle, and decent. Therefore, several adults present were not interested in this Jiangnan genius who suddenly appeared.

But Wei Caizi was matched with Zheng Yuanjian, a big salt merchant, and wanted to lose the face of Sha Dashen, but Yang Yunenvoy and Jiang Fuzun kept silent.

Since it is a poetry society, is it not allowed for people to write poems?

Wang Heting, the owner of this room, sat on the side of the desk, looking at Wei Zihe with a proud look in the middle of the field, and his face sank slightly.

Today's event is related to his plan, but if he comes forward to drive out Wei Zihe, who has the name of one of the four great talents in Jiangnan, his Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will become a joke.

Wang Heting looked at Xiao You'an not far away.

Xiao Youan nodded remotely. The poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation, he is prepared. Let Wei Zihe finish reading his poems.

Wei Zihe raised his chin slightly, brewed his emotions for a moment, and recited: "Suyue divides the Ming River, and the Jade Palace Qionglou feasts guests." Auntie didn't marry and asked for wine, and said to Jun by the railing. ”

This is a seven-character quatrain. The first two sentences describe the scene of today's banquet. The rhetoric is clear. The last two sentences are allusions to Chang'e running to the moon, taking the opportunity to express her heart.

Chang'e went to the moon, not because she didn't get married. But he wants to use it like this, and the angle is unique. Ask Chang'e about her loneliness and talk about her loneliness. "Duxiao" writes all the talent and arrogance in his heart. Sharp.

"Good poetry!" Zheng Wenzhi slapped the table and applauded. As the person who invited Wei Zihe to come, even if he couldn't understand the poems, it didn't prevent him from applauding!

"Okay." Several salt merchants who applauded the Zheng family all smiled and applauded. The four great talents of Jiangnan, the poems they wrote, they will not be wrong.

The singers of the quyi troupe located in the middle of the main hall paused. It stands to reason that when a new poem comes out, they need to immediately harmonize and sing it. But it's clear that something is wrong right now.

Sha Sheng, who was in the first place, groaned and nodded gently. Although it swept people's face, it was indeed a good poem.

Yang Yunenvoy nodded slightly. Looking at the performance of Sha Dashen, there is no need to worry. It's so naïve. If someone loses his face, he must let the other party understand, what is called official law?

Both adults nodded, and the singers were experienced and about to play. Xiao Youan stood up and asked in a loud voice: "Dare to ask Zheng Dashao, what is so good about this poem?" ”

Zheng Wenzhi, who was smiling, froze on his face and looked embarrassed. The salt merchants were vassals and elegant, and the children of the clan and many of the literati who were sponsored entered the official career. But there are still a few who can really read through the book. Zheng Dashao will inherit his father's property in the future, how can he have time to study?

"Haha." A low laugh rang out in the bright hall. Among the salt merchant group, there are many people who do not deal with the Zheng family. For example, a salt merchant from Huizhou.

Xiao Youan snorted disdainfully, and arched his hand to Wei Zihe, "Brother Wei, Jiangnan celebrity, it is an honor for You'an to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the West Garden tonight." However, if you don't tell you, it's not a gentleman's doing, right? ”

Wei Zihe is here to brush up on his reputation today, just now Sha Dashen and Yang Yunenvoy nodded, and his reputation has been brushed up. There is no intention of smashing the field. But Xiao Youan's tone was not good, and he immediately said coldly: "I came with my friends to see the elegance of Yangzhou." It's just that I saw a clumsy five-character poem, and it was just itchy for a while. ”

Xiao Youan said: "Okay, there is also a Mid-Autumn Festival poem below, please taste it." Xiao Youan saluted Sha Dashen, Yang Yunenvoy, and Jiang Fuzun, and then said to Wei Zihe: "Please give advice to Brother Wei." ”

Several Yangzhou celebrities applauded, "I'm waiting to listen to You'an's masterpieces." "Xiao Youan is from Yangzhou Prefecture, and Wei Zihe is from Jinling, who came across the river. Of course, they support their own people.

Xiao Youan flicked his sleeves, and was about to chant when a young man's voice came from outside the door, "I'll come!" ”

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The officials, salt merchants, celebrities, and prostitutes in the main hall saw a thin young man coming from outside the hall with his head held high. His expression was calm and his steps were calm.

He was dressed in a light blue shirt, a black flat square scarf, and blue satin foundation boots. The standard reader's attire. It has a bookish atmosphere and a scribe style.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hall. Everyone turned their heads to each other.

"Who is this person?"

"Whose son is this? What a guts, on such an occasion, he dared to come in and compete. ”

"Whose student is this boy? How did you get in? ”

Master He, who was sitting on the desk next to Shatixue, couldn't help but clap his hands, "Okay! Excitement grew in his eyes.

Sha Dashen was swept away by Zheng Jiazi and Wei Zihe. He was angry. He knew that Jia Huan didn't plan to write poetry today. With his poetic level, he can't suppress the seven-character quatrain just now. But, now Jia Huan is in!

In the hall, the lights are bright. Dozens of eyes "brushed" on Jia Huan.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Wei Zihe's mouth, and he was about to speak.

Jia Huan stood still, calmly bowed to Sha Dashen, Yang Yun, "Student Jia Huan, I have seen a few old men. The voice fell. A clear voice immediately rang out in the hall, "Oh, it's him." Sha Sheng had a look of relief in his eyes. The dissatisfaction with Jia Huan who wrote a bad poem just now disappeared. Readers, to be responsible, to strive for the top.

Yang Yunzhi, Jiang Fuzun, and Shen Xianzun nodded gently.

Wei Zihe's words of reprimanding Jia Huan were held in his throat, and he couldn't say it. How does he despise Jia Huan? What is the name of the paper? Jia Qingsong is famous all over the world, he is just a genius in Jiangnan. He also used Jia Huan to brush up his reputation just now. In terms of fame, Jia Huan is already a person, he is a student.

Xiao Youan smiled slightly, took two steps back, and gave up his position in the field. He only looked at Jia Huan's posture when he came in, and he knew that it was Jia Huan.

Jia Huan saluted the owner of the room, Wang Heting, and then looked around the audience and said loudly: "There is also a masterpiece below, please taste it." ”

At one time, he also had the qualifications to be used as a prop to brush up his reputation. However, using people as a stepping stone and slapping him in the face, how could Jia Huan have no reaction?

The Western proverb says: If someone hits you on the left cheek, you can send the right cheek again. Be kind to others. But Confucius taught us: repay virtue with virtue, and repay straight with straight!

Therefore, Jia Huan walked from the West Second Hall, which was dozens of meters away, to the main hall of the North Seventh Hall at this time!

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In the West Second Hall, Ji Ming, Ji Simei, and Huang Xiucai looked at Jia Huan's figure, slightly thin, but standing straight and straight. The whole person is calm and composed.

Ji Simei's pretty round face had a shocked expression, her mouth was wide open, and she couldn't close it for a long time, and said, "I believe he is true now." ”

Ji Ming smiled bitterly, "What is true, fake?" Didn't you see Ziyu's name just now? ”

In his same year, who else could be so young?

Huang Xiucai felt bitter in his heart, and said admiringly: "As far as he dares to go up, I am not as good." "He's also a reader.

Ji Simei playfully stuck out her tongue. Looking at the back of the young man in the hall in the distance, waiting for the masterpiece.

In the main hall, Sha Sheng smiled appreciatively and stretched out his hand, "Yes." ”

Sha Dashen was so cautious, coupled with Jia Huan's reputation, the scholar who acted as a clerk in the main hall couldn't help but hold his breath.

In the gorgeous, open hall, there was silence. The moonlight poured down.

Jia Huan chanted: "Water tunes the song head." The ugly Mid-Autumn Festival, Yangzhou made this article, and Huai Baochai.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. ”

In the first sentence of the opening chapter, a clear and bright wind rushed towards him. The strong momentum made the state of "holding your breath and concentrating, silent and silent" instantly spread from the main hall to the other six halls. lest the words be shocked.

Wei Zihe, who was standing a meter away from Jia Huan's side, twitched his hand. Just this sentence, it is better than him. He asked Chang'e about wine, and this sentence is asking Qingtian about wine, and his bearing, pattern, and imagination are far behind.

Xiao Youan, who took a few steps back, was also shocked and trembling in his heart. This is the real style of fame in the world! Tang poem Li Taibai has: "When does the blue sky have a moon?" I'll stop and ask for a glass today. This sentence is better.

Jia Huan continued to recite: "(When is the bright moon?) Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? ”

Dozens of people in the main hall, and then hundreds of people in the other six halls, were all shocked by the beautiful words.

Almost everyone can imagine, as the words say, to fly in the wind.

The dream of flying from ancient times to the present. The flying sky on the Dunhuang murals shows the imagination of the ancients. Now, this poem is conceived together in a strange way, and it shows this dream in literature. Fascinating.

Yang Yunenvoy couldn't help but sigh in a low voice to the beauties around him: "This word is wonderful! is really the top romantic figure of Da Zhou. ”

Jiang Fuzun held the wine glass in his hand and exclaimed in a low voice: "Sure enough, it is worthy of its name!" Sure enough, it's a gift of poetry. If the sword of the sky is like it, who can compete with it? ”

Jia Huan continued: "Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine without sleep." There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Jia Huan chanted softly and slowly, pronounced the words clearly, calmly, and the last sentence fell. After a brief silence, a violent shout broke out in an instant, "Good words! It was as if the silence that had been suppressed just now erupted at this moment. The applause, the slapping of the table, the praise, the exclamation, the blazing like a volcanic eruption, one after another.

Poetry will reach its climax.

Sha Sheng's face showed joy, and he said to the officials on the left and right: "As soon as this masterpiece comes out, there will be no words in the Mid-Autumn Festival from now on!" Bring the wine! Everyone, drink it together! ”

Although Yang Yunenvoy and Jiang Fuzun did not deal with Sha Sheng, they did agree with Sha Sheng's words. are all characters from the two lists, how can they not be appreciated? What a swan song!

Wang Heting, a big salt merchant, still couldn't suppress his ecstasy on his face, and his whole body trembled. A swan song for the ages! Thousands of years later, the literati remembered things and wanted to remember him.

He originally just wanted to take advantage of tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting to grab the title of the head of Yangzhou salt merchants, where did he think that he would have the opportunity to leave a name for future generations.

A good-looking beauty had already brought wine to Jia Huan, and the jade bowl was filled with amber light, and she saluted delicately, and said coquettishly: "Please drink from Jia Gongzi." ”

With Sha Sheng's proposal, everyone in the hall raised their glasses and drank together. The atmosphere has been pushed up one notch.

At this time, Xiao Youan, who just said that Jia Huan's level was not good, Wei Zihe, who despised Jia Huan, and Zheng Yanshang and Zheng Dashao, who wanted to stir up the situation, had nothing to say.

A peerless work, you have to accept it if you don't accept it.

The crowd finished drinking.

Song Ruoyu, a famous prostitute in Jiangnan who was sitting in the main hall, and a beauty who was good at pipa, got up and pulled her skirt, with a drunken flush on her cheeks, and saluted Jia Huan, "I don't expect the capital to be beautiful, there is such a character!" The concubine is willing to make peace. ”

Liu Ruyan, a beauty standing on the jade flute in the field, saluted everyone in a curling manner, "The Mid-Autumn Festival swan song is unsurpassed in a hundred years." The concubine is fortunate to attend the meeting, and she is willing to be with her! The sandalwood mouth blew lightly, and the sound of the flute suddenly rose. The singers in the hall sang this work according to the strings.

The literati in the other six halls vied with each other to reiterate, transcribe, and listen to the music: when is the bright moon in the water tune.

There are also people discussing: and Huai Baochai. Who is Baochai? It seems to be a woman's name.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the eleventh year of Yongzhi, the bright moon was in the sky, and the thousands of miles were as clear as washing. In the north city of Yangzhou, the West Garden on the Xiaoqinhuai River, in the North Seven Halls, the tune is long.

That night, the whole city sang: the head of the water tune. (To be continued.) )