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"I'm too young to drink them, sober up here!"

As he spoke, the old man had already handed the fishing rod to Luo Xin, and Luo Xin lay on the railing and hung down the hook to look at the water. The shouts of the scholars came from the boat behind him:

"Brother Luo Xian, don't run outside to hide from drinking, we are now taking turns to compose poems, and if we can't do it, we will be fined three glasses of wine. When it's your turn, you can't do it, even if you're outside. ”

Luo Xin shook his head and continued to fish without saying a word. The sound of chanting came from the boat behind them, and among the surrounding boats, a scholar walked out of the boat, looked over the railing, and talked in a low voice.

"That fishing is Luo Gongzi, right?"

"Not bad!"

"Hey, you see that the window with his back to us seems to be Zhou Gongzi!"

"It should be Zhou Gongzi!"

"The one on the other side is Li Gongzi!"

"Hey, that's Miss Feiyan."

"Yes, I didn't expect Miss Feiyan to abandon Jian Ming so quickly, and Zhou Gongzi on the stammer."

"Good poetry!"

At this time, Zhou Yu finished writing a poem, the people in the boat praised it, and the scholars on the other painting boats on the river also praised it loudly. The scholars on the painting boat also raised their glasses and drank, and the whole river was happy. Luo Xin's face showed a smile, and he also appreciated Zhou Yu's poems, not because Zhou Yu's poems were good, but because Zhou Yu's poems had really made great progress in the past two years.

"Brother Luo Xian, it's your turn to compose poetry!" At this time, another scholar appeared beside Zhou Yu, holding a wine glass and saying to Luo Xin:

"If you can't do it, you'll have to pay three glasses of wine!"

"Don't make a fuss!" Luo Xin looked back and smiled: "Don't scare the fish away." ”

The people on the various painting boats on the river couldn't help but laugh, and Zhou Yu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't make trouble with you." Over the years, you have only composed a song "Taoyuan Autumn", and today you will receive the wind and wash the dust. A poem must be composed. ”

As soon as Zhou Yu said this, the scholars and geisha in the various painting boats on the river were all in high spirits, and their eyes showed a look of expectation. Luo Xin's song "Taoyuan Autumn" made him famous, and the fight for water made him a Yanglin prodigy, but Luo Xin's impression on everyone in terms of literature is a song "Taoyuan Autumn" and an absolute smoke lock pond willow. Luo Xin's literary style is still a mystery to them, and it has not yet been truly recognized by the Shilin community in Yanglin County. At this time, I saw Zhou Yu and asked Luo Xin to compose a poem. One by one, they spoke:

"Senior Brother Luo, we are still looking forward to you having another excellent work after "Taoyuan Autumn".

"Brother Luo Xian, we're listening!"

"Master Luo, what are you doing! Why! A flock of warblers and swallows also followed.

A smile appeared on Luo Xin's face, and he straightened up, still holding a fishing rod in his hand. There was silence all around, and all eyes were focused on Luo Xin's body. Of course, Luo Xin will not refuse, since the accident at the teacher's house, he knows that he needs to make a name. The greater his reputation and the more he is recognized by Shilin, the more jealous Yan Song and Xu Jie will be of themselves, and it will be difficult to start. The joke was nothing more than a slight procedural humility.

A boat,

Luo Xin's voice spread across the river. Everyone was in good spirits, although at this time Luo Xin was not wearing a robe, nor was he wearing a hat, and the painting boat was not a flat boat. But the scenario coincides.

One zhang silk and one inch hook.

Luo Xin's second sentence exits. Everyone felt that their hearts were transparent, and the paintings appeared in front of them. Luo Xin turned around and took a glass of wine from Zhou Yu's hand and drank it all. Then a third sentence was uttered.

A song and a bottle of wine,

Everyone felt that they drank a glass of elixir and jade liquid, and they were refreshed, just these three sentences made them realize that this was a good poem, and made them look forward to the last finishing touch.

One person fishes alone and one river autumn.

Luo Xin's last sentence was sung aloud. There was silence on the river.

"Good!" Zhou Yu was the first to react, looking at Luo Xin with burning eyes.

"Good!" The people on several painting boats on the river cheered in unison.

"Good poetry, good poetry, this is simply a painting from poetry, wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"These nine 'ones' are used very cleverly. When floating a big white. ”

"Drink together! Drink together! ”

"Zheng Zheng ......"

The sound of the piano came from the upstream, rippling on the surface of the river, and cleansing the soul.

The river suddenly fell silent, and these scholars could all play the piano, the difference was only how well they played. But there was no problem with appreciation, and as soon as the sound of the piano came, everyone heard that it was mountains and flowing water. And the sound of the piano is really too beautiful, just now a poem by Luo Xin made all the scholars feel like paintings, and this sound of the piano also made a picture appear in front of every scholar's eyes, even Luo Xin is no exception.

Luo Xin listened quietly, and a sense of admiration suddenly appeared in his heart, this person who played the piano was definitely everyone, and at the same time, it also made Luo Xin itch. The level of his dong flute is also not low, and he has everyone's level. He handed the fishing rod to the old man on the side, turned back to Feiyan and said:

"Xiao come!"

Feiyan's eyes lit up, and Luo Xin's ability to ask her for a flute proved that he didn't have a bad opinion of himself. And looking at Luo Xin's appearance, this is to use the flute and the piano. With so many people around looking at Luo Xin is using her flute, her life will be much better in the future. And she didn't expect Luo Xin to give a, which was something that no one had ever known, so she couldn't help but look forward to it, hurriedly took the flute on the case, and handed it to Luo Xin with both hands.

Luo Xin took the dong flute, and his heart calmed down. The sound of whimpering rippled across the river, ethereal......

"Zheng Zheng ......"

The sound of the piano in the distance seems to have met a confidant, and the flute is more flowing and smooth, and the flute and the sound make the listener's mind become ethereal and transparent, and the whole mind is intoxicated by the mountains and flowing water.

The other party can also hear the realm of Luo Xin's cave flute, and in the collision of the same realm, the two people can play at a super level, the sound of the piano is more clean, and the sound of the flute is more ethereal......

A small boat floated down from upstream, and an old man with gorgeous hair swayed at the stern.

Although the ship was small, it was sailed smoothly by him. There was a girl sitting at the bow of the boat, and in front of the girl was placed a table, on which a guqin was placed, and the girl stroked her hands, and it was a murmur. Behind the girl stood a young man, standing with his hands in his hands, with a heroic air.

Luo Xin's eyes couldn't help but look at the woman who turned her head to stroke the qin, her eyes immediately sparkled with stars, and a line of poetry involuntarily appeared in her heart.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Luo Xin looked at the woman, and the woman also raised her eyes to look at Luo Xin. The clear eyes first showed a hint of surprise, she didn't expect that the person who matched her piano flute was such a young man, then her eyes shrank, as if she recognized Luo Xin, and finally she had an incredulous look.

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*(To be continued......)