Many people may not know that the famous cold spring in the Jinshan Mountains of Zhenjiang was located in the Yangtze River during the Song Dynasty. It was the unique spring in the Yangtze River. The spring water was like a white dragon playing in the water, gushing out from under the water. The water quality was extremely sweet and mellow, especially suitable for making tea. It was rated as the seventh place in the world by the tea saint Lu Yu. It was also praised as the number one spring in the world by Liu Bochu, a famous scholar in the Tang Dynasty after Lu Yu. It has always been a place for literati and scholars to yearn for. Together with the rolling Yangtze River to the north and the Jinshan Ancient Temple to the east, it has left behind countless popular famous poems and works.

However, Zhao Rong had no interest in enjoying the beautiful scenery in the river. After leading Zhao Xiaoyi into the crowd, Zhao Rong's eyes just turned around and looked around for Mi Ning, the little lady of the Mi family who had been dreaming of for three days. He soon saw some tables and chairs on an open ground on the bank of the Yangtze River. The crowds around were also the most dense. It was very likely that it was the rostrum of this literary gathering. He also knew that Mi Ning's father Mi Youren was the convener of this literary gathering, so Zhao Rong no longer hesitated and hurriedly came directly towards this place.

Zhao Rong was quite disappointed. After arriving at the scene, Mi Ning did not sit behind the table as he had guessed. There were only some older Confucian scholars sitting behind the table. It was obvious that they were all seniors in Runzhou literary world. When Zhao Rong looked at the appearance of middle-aged and elderly scholars casually, he was quite surprised to find that the old man in the green robe who had met him on the canal dock three days ago was also among them, and he sat in the middle, obviously a very identity figure.

There were too many people at the scene and only met the old man in the green robe. Of course, Zhao Rong did not go over to say hello to him. His eyes just continued to search for Mi Ning in the crowd, but it was still a pity. After searching for a long time, Zhao Rong not only still couldn't find Mi Ning, but also did not see any of the scholars three days ago. Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Isn't it possible that I haven't come? The folk customs of the Song Dynasty were relatively open, and women could show up at will. This literary meeting was held by her father, so it is impossible for my wife to not come? Also, how can I participate in this literary meeting? How can I publish poetry and essays to please my future father-in-law?"

With this in mind, Zhao Rong calmed down and paid attention to the details of the people around him. He soon discovered that most of the Runzhou students who came to participate in this literary gathering gathered together in groups of three or five, either looking at the scenery on the river and chanting loudly, or lying loudly surrounded by others. Some literati also held paper and pens in their hands and shuttled back and forth among the crowd, as if recording poetry. The Runzhou people who were not dressed in literati chose their own people to watch, and burst into cheers from time to time.

To figure out how to participate in this literary gathering, Zhao Rong randomly selected a crowd with the most people and walked over. As a result, he finally squeezed into the middle of the crowd, Zhao Rong happened to see a scholar chanting loudly among the crowd, saying: "...The lights shine red, the wind is clear, the willow bank is weeping, and the green willows are planted in the backyard, and learn to dance, and the spring in February is still short."

"good!"

A cheers erupted in the crowd again, and several other scholars also applauded vigorously, saying: "Brother Zhang's poem "Buddha Love Flower" is indeed gorgeous and full of literary and emotionality, which is fascinating. Needless to say, please ask someone to write down this poem and submit it to Mr. Yanshan and Mr. Yuanhui and others for appreciation."

"Thank you for your praise, thank you for your praise." The scholar who had just finished reading the poem thanked him and said modestly: "But there is no need to hurry. Please ask Brother Wen and Brother Li to write poems. Let's first compare who is the best, and then select it and ask Mr. Yuanhui and others to appreciate it."

"So that's the case." Zhao Rong heard something strange and said to himself: "This should be the case. He published poems casually in the crowd, and then compared them to each other, and selected the best ones for my future father-in-law to appreciate and compare."

I just figured out the general rules of this literary gathering, but I never thought that a discordant voice sounded in the crowd next to me, and the voice was particularly crisp and sharp, like a woman's voice. I said with dissatisfaction: "This is also called poetry. I don't have any soft strength at all, what's the point?"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong naturally had to take a random look at the person who said this. What made Zhao Rong's eyes lit up was that the woman who said this was actually a red-clothed loli with great potential for development. She was thirteen or fourteen years old, with clear eyebrows and rosy mouth, and an indescribable heroic spirit on her face. It made people know at a glance that she must be very strong in character.

At this time, a young man next to the red-clothed loli spoke and scolded a little embarrassedly: "Little sister, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This young master's "Butterfly Love Flower" is a very good song. You should learn more of these things. Don't just know how to dance with swords and guns, ride horses and shoot arrows all day long."

"But I don't understand at all, what can I do?" The little loli retorted in discontent and said, "Also, brother, what are you pretending, I don't believe you can understand what Die Lianhua said in the song. Tell me what it means."

The young man who was obviously pretending to be elephant had nothing to say, and the little loli said again: "There is only one poem I can understand, which is Li Taibai's heroic move. He killed one person in ten steps, and did not keep his way. After doing this, he brushed his clothes and hid his name. That is the true passion and true male poem! It is thousands of times better than the lights shining on red makeup and the wind is clear and the willow bank. I don't know how many thousand times better."

After saying that, the little loli sighed and said, "It's a pity that there is only one Li Taibai in this world, and no one can write such a bold poem again."

The little loli said this loudly. The literati who were praising each other heard it and couldn't help but look at the little loli with a slanted look. Zhao Rong couldn't help but become interested and smiled at the little loli, "Little lady, don't talk too much. Who said that after Li Taibai, no one could write a poem that was as bold as the heroic as the knights?"

"Who can write? Can you?" The little loli answered with disdain, obviously unwilling to believe that Zhao Rong, who was more greasy than those scholars, had such skills.

"Then I will recite a poem, please listen to it, my little lady." Zhao Rong smiled slightly and said, "I was angry and rushed to the crown. I leaned on the railings. I looked up and said, "I roared at the sky and let out a long roar, and my heart was fierce. The career and fame, the dust and soil, the clouds and the moon on the eight thousand miles. Don't wait, the young man's head was white, and I was so sad."

Before the poem that Zhao Rong plagiarized was finished, the little loli had already widened her cute almond eyes and her cute rosy mouth widened. The literati next to her were all stunned. Zhao Rong was proud and said, "Yan Yun's shame is not yet achievable. When will the hatred of his ministers be destroyed? Driving a long cart and stepping through the Helan Mountains. He ambitions to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing and drinking the blood of the Huns. Waiting to turn back, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky."

After chanting loudly, Zhao Rong smiled and asked the little loli, "How is it? Little lady, how about this song Man Jianghong, how is it compared to Li Taibai's song "The Legend of the Knights"? Is there any man's passion you mentioned?"

The little loli nodded subconsciously and quickly said, "Young Master, can you write down this poem and take it home to savor it slowly?"

Zhao Rong smiled and was about to report his name, but Zhao Xiaoyi next to him suddenly pulled Zhao Rong, pointed to the distance and said, "Look, Mrs. Mi."

Zhao Rong subconsciously turned around and followed Zhao Xiaoyi's guidance, he immediately saw Mi Ning's graceful figure in the crowd in the distance. Zhao Rong, who was anxious to show off in front of Mi Ning, did not hesitate, and hurriedly bowed to the little loli and said, "I have something to do, little lady, I have something to do, I will talk to you later."

After saying that, Zhao Rong rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards the direction where Mi Ning was, leaving the little loli stomping her feet in place and regretting. The scholars looked at each other in the same place and said, "I am determined to eat the meat of the barbarians, laugh at me and drink the blood of the Huns?" This young master's poems are so heroic and grand. Compared with his poems, our poems are like spring breeze and willows, encountering the strong wind outside the border."

"Who is this person? How could he write such a majestic poem?"

"Quickly, write it down and submit it to Mr. Yuanhui and the others for comment."

When several scholars discussed this, the little loli in red also made up her mind, and then followed Zhao Rong's direction away, saying, "Brother, come and follow me and see if that young master has new poems."
Chapter completed!