Chapter 603 is timid.

The next day was fine, because they played for too long last night, Hua Lang and Wen Meng got up very late.

After getting up, several people hurriedly ate breakfast, and then hurried to Shen Yuan.

The reason why she was in such a hurry was because Wen Meng still felt strange about what she encountered last night, she faintly felt that Shen Yuanzhong was going to have a murder case, and when everyone listened to her remarks, they couldn't help but laugh that she was not a detective, but had a premonition of a detective.

Wen Meng didn't care about these words, and she also used the example of the murder of an old monk in a temple last time, saying that Bao Zheng was not a detective, he could have a hunch, what could he not do?

Everyone couldn't say anything about Wen Meng, so they didn't say much, so they had to go to Shen Yuan with her.

When they came to Shen Garden, there were already a lot of people inside, but most of the flowers in Shen Garden today had already bloomed, and the prosperity was not as good as yesterday, but this did not affect the interest of tourists, and they were still having fun here.

So play until about the afternoon, some people are tired of playing and leave, some people just came, so the visitors in the Shen Garden, never saw less, and at this time, when everyone was very interested in playing, a handsome man came out of the Shen Ling attic, the man was about thirty years old, it was really full of charm, he came to the crowd, and smiled at the crowd: "In Xia Sun Jing, is half the owner of this Shen Garden, when I returned last night, Mrs. told me that there are some tourists who want to stay here at night, Of course, I was very angry after listening to it, after all, Shen Yuan let everyone enjoy it during the day has exceeded my bottom line, and there can still be people who can come to disturb our rest at night, but I have always loved my wife, so there is not much else, and Mrs. discussed with me that I can let a few people stay here tonight, but there is only one condition, Mrs. and I are both scholars, and we have always liked to meet friends in writing, so who makes the best words today, who can stay here tonight and enjoy the night view. ”

As soon as Sun Jing's words came out, everyone was in an uproar, there were many people who wanted to enjoy the night view for a long time, but they had no chance before, and now the owner here provided them with an opportunity, how could they want to miss it, but after everyone was excited, they were also a little disappointed, after all, most of the people who came here were businessmen, or people nearby, among them, there were not many scholars, those businessmen and the people nearby, where they made poems.

When excitement and loss hit, people couldn't help but sigh, but when everyone sighed, Wen Meng was extremely excited, she looked at Hualang and said, "I can finally enjoy the night view here with a swagger." ”

Hua Lang smiled lightly and said, "The master of Shen Yuan hasn't decided yet, Miss Wen, you're too happy too early." ”

Wen Meng disagreed, and said: "Didn't Sun Jing say it just now, whoever has good words will be left, who can compare your words in this Duanzhou City?" ”

Hua Lang shook his head and smiled, and then went to listen to the rest of Sun Jing's words.

"Now is the season of late summer and early autumn, so there are two themes for everyone to choose from, either summer, or autumn, and please don't be stingy with pen and ink, of course, if someone doesn't want to stay here at night, please don't block the interest of others, well, give you half a pillar of incense time to think, if you think about it, please come and dedicate your speech."

After Sun Jing finished speaking, he asked his subordinates to bring the table, as well as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the table was placed among the flowers, at this time, it seemed that it was also quite meaningful, and after the table was placed, Wen Meng hurriedly urged: "You hurry up and make the head, so that we can enjoy the night view tonight." ”

Seeing that Wen Meng was so anxious, Hua Lang smiled and said: "Miss Wen, what you need for lyrics is inspiration, I can think of it there for a while, don't worry, wait for others!" ”

Hua Lang said this, but there were already people in other places who came up to write the words, and the person did not sign after writing, and walked straight down, and Sun Jing didn't read it, just let people write, so that more than a dozen people went up one after another, and after the half-pillar incense was burned, Hua Lang stepped forward and wrote a poem casually.

When no one came forward to write, Sun Jing asked people to read out those poems one by one, and then looked at everyone and asked: "The quality of poetry sometimes depends on personal preferences, so who is the best word today, my wife and I will not make a judgment, please tell me directly." ”

Once this poem is recited, it is naturally easy to distinguish between good and bad, and after shouting so much, a song "Qingping Le" stands out.

The words are as follows:

Autumn candle land. The curtain is autumnal. The dew leaves are turned over and the wind is frightened. Secretly fall into the green forest and red son.

The micro-line sound breaks the corridor. Smoker for incense. Extinguishing the candle but extending the bright moon, the clothes are timidly and slightly cool.

This is a poem to write autumn words, the upper rhyme writes the morning quiet, the lower rhyme writes the autumn moon, the whole word is detailed and easy, reading makes people feel that there is an indescribable wonderful meaning, Sun Jing saw that everyone admired this Qingpingle so much, so he arched his hand and asked: "I don't know who wrote this "Qingpingle"? ”

After Sun Jing asked, Wen Meng hurriedly shouted: "Here, here!" ”

Sun Jing bowed slightly, and said: "Since this Qingpingle is from the handwriting of this son, then please ask this prince and his friends to stay tonight, but the level of the poems is really difficult to distinguish, so if anyone thinks that among the remaining poems, there are still good ones, please speak up, our Shen Yuan can still satisfy him to enjoy the night view here." ”

So everyone shouted again, and this selected another word, which was a partridge day, written about Xia Jing, although the words and artistic conception are not as good as the song Qingpingle that Hua Lang wrote just now, but compared with other words, it is still very good.

After some discussion, the people who could stay and enjoy the night view at night were Hualang Wen Meng and his group, and Ke Wu, the scholar who wrote Partridge Day, there were about six people, and Sun Jing asked his subordinates to prepare five rooms for them, because Wen Meng and Hualang were going to live in one.

After agreeing like this, Sun Jing went back to the house, and at this time it was still early to get old, and everyone continued to visit the garden, of course, at this time, there were a little more topics in the garden, such as talking about Qingpingle just now.

That Ke Wu seemed to like Hua Lang's song Qingpingle very much, so after everyone dispersed, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "The dew leaves are turning over the wind and the magpie is falling." Secretly fall into the green forest and red son. Your Excellency will write the autumn scenery of falling leaves to life, I really admire it, I don't know what you call it? ”

Hua Lang smiled slightly, and arched his hand: "In Xia Hualang, Brother Ke has won the award, if Brother Ke is fine, you might as well enjoy the scenery again." Hwarang is deliberately avoiding talking about poetry with Ke Wu.