When he saw the poem written by Cui Wenqing, Su Shi was suddenly stunned, and he was stunned for a moment.

It can be seen that the title clearly visible on it is: "Linjiang Immortals, Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water"

Looking at the words again, it is written: The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things have happened in ancient and modern times,

It's all laughing and talking.

"Brother Wen Qing, you ...... this poem" Su Shi swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and couldn't help but tremble a little when he spoke.

Cui Wenqing sighed lightly and explained: "The so-called meritorious career is just the pursuit of fame and fortune, I often wonder how to live a meaningful life!" You see that the universe is eternal, the rivers are endless, and the green mountains are always there, but the heroes of the generations are all fleeting, but they cannot achieve eternity, so instead of having a strong sense of merit, it is better to use the rise and fall of the past dynasties as a joke to help the wine and enjoy a life. ”

Su Shi pondered Cui Wenqing's words in a daze, as if he had some understanding, but he felt it in every way.

Looking at the words he made, it was for "Man Tingfang, Yang Fu Jinchao".

The full word is: Yang restores the present day, the full moon will be tomorrow, and the scenery of Weixi will be changed.

Today's branches are pregnant, and the rest of the celebration is in the sky.

Born in the world of true Ying, the group of immortals congratulated, and the joy of Huatang.

That survey, Lingchun is not old, and the cinnamon is fragrant.

The candles are shaking, the incense mist is embraced, the emerald moth is singing and dancing, and the pepper is on the pepper.

And I wish you diligently, Huashu and so on.

The situation is resourceful and strategic, Wei Chengzhi and Pinghan King.

To be collected, Pingrong merits, militaristic Lai Pingzhang.

Compared with Cui Wenqing's open-mindedness that saw through his achievements in his poems, his words seem to be a little eager for quick success.

Cui Wenqing's words are like a person who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and he looks at fame indifferently, but his words and words are like a young man who has just entered the officialdom, only fame is supreme, and he wants to create a great achievement.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with having such an idea.

However, before Cui Wenqing's sentence "How many things in ancient and modern times are being talked about with laughter", it seemed too insignificant.

Thinking of this, Su Shi let out a long sigh, and said with a happy and sincere voice: "Brother Wenqing's open-mindedness, Su Shi can't reach it, this round, I lost in the next round!" After finishing speaking, he grabbed the rice paper of his lyrics and crumpled them into a ball.

Two defeats and one victory are not a shame for Su Shi, so Su Shi was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Brother Wenqing, as soon as this word comes out, I'm afraid that you will be the leader of tonight's poetry collection, so I will congratulate you first." ”

Cui Wenqing shook his hand and smiled: "Brother Su, the leader of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the prefecture and the prefecture, there is no great opponent, what is there to congratulate?" It's worth the trip to be able to compete with Brother Su! ”

Su Shi smiled leisurely: "This is good, but we are also fortunate to witness Wu Duzhi's beauty." After that, he glanced at the stunning beauty in the middle of the square, and asked with a smile, "Brother Wenqing, do you have any ideas?" ”

Cui Wenqing smiled and said: "There is a fierce wife at home, how can you have ideas!"

"Haha, since Brother Wen Qing is not up, then he will be on the bottom?!"

"Hehe, in the name of Su Gongzi, I believe that Wu Duzhi will also be very favored by you, and I wish Brother Su a beautiful return."

After some jokes, before I knew it, the time for the competition had come.

Wu Rouxuan came to Cui Wenqing and Su Shi step by step, and took the rice paper they handed over, although she didn't know what the poems on it were, but she was shocked by the level of the song "Will Enter the Wine" just now, she smiled at Cui Wenqing and said: "Cui Gongzi, I hope you can make good results again this round." ”

"Thank you, girl." Cui Wenqing bowed humbly, squeezed his eyebrows at Su Shi next to him, and motioned for him to talk quickly.

Su Shi was already a free-spirited person, and immediately smiled and hugged his fists and asked, "Dare to ask the girl, I don't know when you will return to Taiyuan?" ”

Wu Rouxuan obviously didn't expect Su Shi to ask this question, and was stunned before replying with a smile: "When the slave first came to Fuzhou, he hasn't decided how long he will leave, and he should stay for a while." ”

"Then I don't know where you live in Fuzhou City, girl?" Su Shi hurriedly asked again.

"What?!" Wu Rouxuan's smile was even bigger, and she blinked mischievously and said, "Does the son really want to talk with the slave family and discuss poetry?!" ”

Su Shi nodded hurriedly: "Of course!" Just now, the girl made a personal promise in front of everyone, but she can't deny it. ”

Wu Rouxuan smiled and said: "The slave family is hard to chase after the slave family, how can they deny it?" If the son wins the first place in the poetry collection, it should be so, but according to the observation of the slave family, the two sons seem to compose poems separately for competition, who can participate in the competition if they win, and I don't know how many of these three poems are the works of Su Gongzi? ”

Su Shi felt embarrassed, and replied with a dry cough: "I tried with Brother Cui in the next day, and I won and lost twice, so I only wrote one poem." ”

Wu Rouxuan glanced at Su Shi and said with a smile: "In this case, according to the rules, the slave family can only invite Cui Gongzi into the mansion." ”

Hearing this, Su Shi felt a pity, but he couldn't say anything. Obviously haunted by missing such a great opportunity.

However, Cui Wenqing laughed and said: "Wu Duzhi, the poems and texts of the Yiku Poetry Society were all made by the two of us at the same time, how can we distinguish each other?" You can invite Su Gongzi to talk at night! As for the next, hehe, I am used to going to bed early, and when the time comes, I yawn all day, and I am afraid that I will disturb the girl's conversation! ”

Hearing this, Su Shi praised Cui Wenqing for being a good brother, righteous enough!

Wu Rouxuan smiled lightly, then sighed lightly, blinked her long eyelashes, and looked at Cui Wenqing and said leisurely: "Why do you always like to reject people thousands of miles away every time you see Cui Gongzi?" Last time, I was in a hurry and couldn't thank Childe properly, but now that we are reunited, I ask Childe not to refuse. ”

"Huh? Do you recognize me? Cui Wenqing was surprised, and couldn't help but look at Su Shi, Wu Rouxuan smiled lightly, and turned around with a piece of paper, leaving a burst of fragrant wind around, which made people reminisce.

There were only three poetry clubs left in this round, so it didn't take long for Wu Rouxuan to collect the poems and send them to the main account.

While waiting for the results of the evaluation to come out, the talents present can drink for pleasure and talk and laugh together.

Su Shi picked up the wine glass on the desk and smiled at Cui Wenqing: "Come, Brother Wenqing, you and I will have another drink." ”

Faced with the invitation, Cui Wenqing naturally would not refuse, besides, he was a drinker, and he was only drinking a few glasses of wine at the moment, and he was not at all happy.

Without thinking too much, he lifted the wine jug resting on the desk, his hand tilted slightly, and a trace of silver wine juice suddenly flew out of the mouth of the pot like a water dragon, and floated into the white jade wine glass.

Suddenly, Wang Pengju, who was sitting opposite them, suddenly lit up with a pair of eyes.

(End of chapter)