Tonight's banquet in the West Garden, the wine and food are displayed in front of their respective tables. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info What's even more rare is that in this autumn season, there are all kinds of fruits available. The white porcelain plate contains pomegranates, lychees, pineapples, green dates, apples, grapes, watermelons, etc.

All kinds of out-of-season melons and fruits, inadvertently, show the amazing financial resources and luxurious life of Wang Da salt merchants.

The pen and ink were soon brought to the table by the servants. Jia Huan ate a grape, thought about it, and wrote four sentences.

Ji Ming, Huang Xiucai, and Ji Simei came to participate in the poetry meeting, and they had already prepared. Mid-Autumn Festival moon appreciation, poetry will not be out of this category.

After Ji Simei finished writing, seeing that Jia Huan had also written, she came over and said, "Jia Prodigy, you have also written it." Show me your masterpiece and have a look. ”

Ji Ming and Huang Xiucai also looked at it with some interest.

Jia Huan smiled and handed the poem manuscript to Ji Simei. Although Ji Simei blocked him a few words when they met just now, he would not be angry with a lively little girl.

Ji Simei glanced at it. Titled: Mid-Autumn Moon, remembering the sisters in the capital. After a long time of parting, Mingyue was sad. Tonight, Guangling guests are still free from worry.

"Well..., isn't it?"

Ji Simei raised her head and looked at Jia Huan in confusion. After hesitating for a while, I finally gave a "not good" evaluation. If she wrote this poem, it would be considered a good work, and if it was written by her eldest brother, it would be considered medium. If it is written by a person with a poetic name like Jia Huan, it can only be regarded as inferior.

Ji Ming and Huang Xiucai took it in surprise, took a look, and looked at each other. This is the level of the test poem, right?

Jia Huan smiled, "Shixian Li Taibai is not the first masterpiece, let me be lazy." ”

He didn't want to be in the limelight at tonight's poetry meeting. It was indeed written as a test poem. As a person who has been trained in the imperial examination, it really doesn't take much effort to write a test poem.

Ji Ming shook his head with a smile. Jia Huan has excellent works in front of him, so he is naturally not afraid of damaging the reputation of poetry or something. The leader of the literary world is Fang Wang, the master of him and Jia Huan, who can splash Jia Huan's dirty water and say that the previous poems were not written by Jia Huan? There is no need to worry about being questioned about the authenticity.

Ji Ming and Jia Huan are classmates and the same year, and the idea is one. And Huang Xiucai and Jia Huan met for the first time today, and when they saw this poem, they had the feeling that "it is better to be famous than to meet". It's not a good level!

Ji Simei pouted and said, "Heh, you have a pretty big tone." If there is a good poem, why not write it? ”

Jia Huan smiled and took a sip of wine. It has a sweet and soft taste. I handed in the manuscript of the poem. Before he could argue, in the main hall, there was a sudden prelude to the sound of a flute. There was a thunderous roar of joy in the seven halls, and then there was silence.

Jia Huan looked at the main hall about twenty meters away with some confusion. It was too far away, and I only saw a graceful woman appearing.

Ji Ming sighed: "It turns out that everyone Liu is here today. Wang Yuanwai is really a big deal tonight. The four famous prostitutes in Jiangnan invited two. ”

Wang Heting wants to compete for the title of the head of the salt merchants, of course, he is willing to spend money.

Seeing that Jia Huan was still confused, Ji Simei quickly explained: "Liu's name is Liu Ruyan. Good at flute skills. Jiangzuo master. I heard that once when I was performing on a ship, I caused a thrush to fly in. ”

Jia Huan nodded. Listen to the sound of the flute.

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At the side entrance of the main hall of the North Seventh Hall, there is a desk table, and a literati in his thirties is scanning the manuscript of a poem handed in. Several maids waited.

In the six halls, there are about hundreds of scholars, and Xiao Youan is doing the screening work. As a celebrity in Yangzhou City, it is not difficult to screen the good and bad poems with his literary skills, and hand them over to the adults to determine who has the best poems tonight.

But Xiao You'an frowned.

Because, he accepted Wang Yuanwai's invitation to try the literary brilliance of Jia Qingsong in Beizhili. With this writing foundation, as long as you are willing to compose poetry, you must be brilliant. However, he waited here in the main hall for a while, and the poems sent to him for singing did not have Jia Huan's name in them. He roughly understood Jia Huan's thoughts, so he sent people to the various halls to summon them, asking each person to write a poem. However, so far, he has not received a poem signed by Jia Huan.

Xiao Youan didn't even care about admiring his amazing flute skills. After taking a sip of wine depressedly, when he was about to think of another way to force Jia Xiaozi to write poems, a steward sent a stack of poems up, "Mr. Xiao, I saw Wei Zihe, a genius from Jiangnan, following Zheng Dashao. ”

The Wang family and the Zheng family are a little bit at odds. The Zheng family suddenly called such a "good hand", and the idea of wanting to steal the limelight was obvious. Although Mr. Xiao is a famous person in Yangzhou, he is still a little below the level of the four talents in the south of the Yangtze River.

Xiao Youan rolled his eyes, "Steward He, don't worry. I've seen him a long time ago. He's going to mess with it tonight, and I'm not going to make it easy for him. ”

Steward He smiled and nodded.

Xiao Youan pulled a few times, and found Jia Huan's "Mid-Autumn Moon", and after reading it, a sip of wine spurted out, "Cough, cough, what is this written!" ”

He couldn't see it.

Xiao You'an's sip of wine sprayed directly onto the maid beside him. Another cough. There was a lot of movement. It immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the main hall.

Liu Ruyan, who was standing in the hall and performing, held down the jade flute, and the sound of the flute stopped. Immediately, all the literati in the North Seventh Hall found out that there was a situation here. Pay attention.

Right Counselor Sha Sheng opened his mouth and asked, "Why did Xiao Xiansheng lose his temper?" "Xiansheng is the name of the seniors and officials in the field for Xiucai.

Yang Yun, who was sitting on the side, smiled slightly. He and Sha Sheng are both from the third grade. But Sha Dashen often doesn't give him face. Although the two are of the same level, the first major yamen in Yangzhou City is the Salt Transportation Division. Instead of guarding the provincial office.

A hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the Jiang Governor of Yangzhou Mansion. They are all right-hand politicians, and they are still in the style of a scholar. How did this official be?

Xiao Youan stood up, saluted Sha Sheng first, and then said loudly: "The student couldn't help but lose his temper because he saw a clumsy five-character poem, and forgive the boss." ”

Although he was very unhappy with Jia Huan's bad poem. But Wang Yuanwai made it clear that Jia Huan was the nephew of the Salt Patrol Imperial Shi Lin Chayuan, and he did not fail to report Jia Huan's name at this time. Under the public's court, you still have to help cover up one or two.

Sha Sheng nodded, "Today's poetry meeting, you don't need to care about some small sections, if it is a deer banquet, you must not be so rude." "It's kind of a stubble. He was tolerant of talented scholars.

When Xiao Youan saluted and was about to thank him and complete the answer, Zheng Wenzhi suddenly interjected: "I wonder if Mr. Xiao can tell me whose poem it is?" ”

Just now, when Xiao Youan and Sha Sheng answered each other. Sitting beside Zheng Wenzhi, since the beginning of the banquet, Wei Zihe, a Jiangnan genius who has been drinking and flirting with beautiful women, realized that the opportunity to become famous had come, and handed a message to Zheng Wenzhi and asked him to ask questions.

Wang Heting, a big salt merchant, held a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, inviting officials of all sizes in Yangzhou City, and at the same time sending invitations to celebrities and scholars. Jinling and Zhenjiang also have scholars who crossed the river. The hype was a success. intends to snatch the title of the head of Yangzhou salt merchants.

Why did Sha Sheng intend to go to the Zheng family when he was chasing the salt class, it was because the Zheng family was one of the three major salt merchants in Yangzhou City, and in the eyes of everyone, they were better than the Wang family and the Ma family in terms of strength. If Wang Heting occupies the title of the first salt merchant, Sha Dashen will directly talk to the Wang family.

Wang Heting belonged to the Hui Shang faction. The Zheng family was a Jin merchant. Therefore, the Zheng family wants to stir up the situation. For Wei Zihe, who is among the four great talents in Jiangnan, he wants to use such a big stage to brush up his reputation.

Master He, who was sitting on the desk behind Sha Sheng, suddenly frowned. swept Zheng Yuanjian, Zheng Wenzhi and his son a few times. What a system! A son of a salt merchant who dares to sweep away the face of guarding the road? Fuck you.

What Master He didn't know was that last night, Zheng Wenzhi also ridiculed Sha Sheng for coming to Zheng's house like begging. The attitude is very arrogant.

Xiao Youan didn't want to answer, but the manuscript was here, and he couldn't hide it, and said, "Beizhili Jia Huan." ”

"Ahh

Yang Yunzhi, Fei Tongzhi, Shen Xianling and others were all extremely surprised. With Jia Huan's current literary name, who would dare to say that it is bad to write a poem? Now it is said by Xiao Youan to be a clumsy five-character poem. Jia Huan should write a good poem, but it is not normal to write a bad poem.

For the literati and scholars outside the main hall, in addition to being surprised by Jia Huan's poor poetry writing, there are more people who have just learned that the world-famous prodigy and talent for poetry have come to tonight's poetry meeting. At this moment, I am in Yangzhou.

In the West Second Hall, facing the funny eyes of Ji Ming, Huang Xiucai, and Ji Simei, Jia Huan took a sip of wine speechlessly. It seems, the boat capsized.

Writing a bad poem does not affect his literary name. However, in this scene, he has become the target of public criticism.

Tonight's scene is actually a bit complicated. Jia Huan thought that he could hide it, but he made a mistake in judgment. There are two reasons for this. First, he didn't know that Lin Ruhai greeted Wang Heting. Wang Heting invited Xiao Youan, a famous man in Yangzhou, to stare at him.

Second, Zheng Yanshang wanted to stir up Wang Yanshang's situation, and Wei Caizi wanted to brush up his reputation, which happened to involve him. If Zheng Wenzhi hadn't asked more questions just now, the matter would have passed.

In fact, Jia Huan didn't pay much attention to the news that he had just heard five or six scholars in the corridor say: I was not convinced by his news. He just regarded it as a literati contempt. Over the years, I have participated in cultural conferences, and this situation has been seen a lot. His teacher Fang Wang, the grandmaster of the literary world, is not scolded by others?

What's more, he doesn't know who "Brother You'an" is? If he knew, he probably would change his strategy, use a little dim sum, copy a mid-range Mid-Autumn Festival poem and hand it in.

Of course, it's too late to say that now.

Jia Huan's poems were picked out and given to several officials in the main hall for a look. Sha Sheng frowned slightly. Big mismatch.

Wei Zihe laughed loudly, walked out of his seat, stood in the middle of the field, and said proudly: "Jia Qingsong wrote such a clumsy poem, how can he have the face to call poetry a gift?" I don't think it's better to write poetry in the future! Ha ha. Students have a poem, please comment. (To be continued.) )