According to the usual practice of the Jinling Poetry Club, the best poet will be chosen first. If the talented poets at the Poetry Club have good works, or have prepared them a few months ago, most of them will get up and read them directly at the meeting, and comment with others. Or they will write poems.

He handed the paper to others, humbly saying that I had a poor work, and asked everyone here to give me some advice. Then the paper was circulated among everyone. If the poem was really well written, someone would stand up, read it, and discuss it with everyone.

, Mad Gong Lu Gong and others will also give some advice.

Of course, really good poems will basically never come out at this time, but occasionally there will be one or two that are relatively good. Even if they just get the comment of "average, but eye-catching" from the old people, it is still worthy of praise.

Something happened.

At this time, a page happened to fall into Mr. Lu's hands. Mr. Lu picked it up and looked at it, but he smiled and nodded frequently.

The crazy male horse on the side became interested and asked anxiously: "How?"

"Haha, this article is pretty good, just take a look."

"Oh?" Kuang Gong took it over with a smile, read it over with the poem, and muttered something: "Outside the autumn scenery, everything feels leisurely. If there is no moon this night, the year will pass in vain... Lu Gong, this poem

Sikong Ye's "Mid-Autumn Festival" is really good, and I'm about to go to the palace." The two of them were discussing in low voices on the side. Although the poems have not been finished yet, they can get a glimpse of them. I believe that tonight's duel between the leaders of poetry will be very exciting. The two

Still quite pleased and satisfied.

Cao Yi was drinking by himself on the table at this time. He was thinking about whether to implement the plan to promote two kinds of wine at this time, so he looked at a place. Unexpectedly, it happened to be in the direction of Shen Yan. He suddenly came back to his senses.

, he found that Shen Yan took out a piece of paper from his arms and walked towards Yu Xuanji with a smile on his face. Without guessing, he knew that he was going to show his courtesy.

"Master Xuanji, I have little talent and little knowledge. I have been thinking hard for two months before I came up with this poem. I have the effrontery to ask Master Xuanji to give me some pointers." Shen Yan walked up to Yu Xuanji and admitted his lack of knowledge. At this time, Cao Yi was also curious about what Shen Yan could write.

What kind of poem was coming out? I just looked at Yu Xuanji's paper and looked at it carefully. Then I raised my head and looked at Cao Yi. His expression was a little hesitant, as if he was hesitating for something. In the end, he opened his red lips lightly and read out: "

The spring breeze does not know the moon, the autumn water hides the jade plate, the lovesickness is in the clouds, and the beautiful woman is looking forward to it."

After Yu Xuanji finished reciting, Shen Yan stared at the other party with scorching eyes, as if he was using his eyes to put pressure on Yu Xuanji. But who was Yu Xuanji? He was the head of Jiangning's famous Gou Lan. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was the leader of the entire Jiangning.

How could the city's oiran, such a graceful and powerful figure with long sleeves and good dancing skills, be stumped by Shen Yan's vulgar methods? He just said lightly: "The poems written by Mr. Shen are valued for their sincere emotions, and every word is immersed in true feelings, so it's natural."

The carving is very valuable. It must have been written for the future wife, which is really enviable."

Although Yu Xuanji is first-rate in terms of appearance and talent, in this era, no matter whether he is a wealthy family or a wealthy businessman, generally the first wife still needs a matchmaker to marry the right person, not to mention that no matter how bad the Shen family is, they will not let it go.

A romantic woman became the first wife of the son of the richest man in Jiangning. Yu Xuanji’s words clearly stated that I would definitely not agree to be your concubine, but you can’t agree to my first wife, so, still

Forget it.

Cao Yi looked at Shen Yan's aggrieved and unhappy expression, and somehow a knowing smile appeared on his face. Shen Yan was originally in a bad mood, but when he saw the smile on Cao Yi's face, he naturally He thought that Cao Yi was gloating about his misfortune and laughing at him. He was suddenly very angry and couldn't care less about his usual politeness and disguise, and rushed towards Cao Yi with a ferocious look on his face...

At this time, a servant suddenly handed over a piece of paper from outside. It must be that there was another good poem published at the poetry meeting outside. The mad old man took it from the servant's hand and started to read silently, and then a happy smile appeared on his face. Consciously stroking his beard, he turned around and said loudly: "It's rare for the Huaishui Poetry Society to produce a talented poem. In my opinion, this one is going to steal the show tonight!"

It immediately diverted everyone's attention, including Shen Yan, who was about to explode.

After hearing this, Mr. Lu took the paper from Kuang Gong and recited it loudly: "The clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain. The empty water is clear and the color of autumn is clear. Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, there are two long white clouds and red leaves... Yes, yes, the first two sentences To describe the scene, I cleverly used the artistic conception of 'the clouds and the sun reflect each other, and the sky and water are clear' in Xie Lingyun's "Dengding the Lonely Island in the River". The last two sentences are lyrical, and have an otherworldly, leisurely and contented state of mind, which is really good."

At this time, the prefect Yang Jue also came over to read carefully and pondered for a while: "This article is titled "Autumn Moon", but there is no ink written on the moon, but the moon is everywhere. It can be said that everyone has written it, well... Cheng Hao and Cheng Boting, Be a pillar of the country!"

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar. This was already a very high praise, but this poem really deserved this praise. Mad Lord Heda smiled heartily: "Everyone here is a talented person and is a leader among his peers. You should do something better." My poems should not undermine the prestige of my Jinling Poetry Society."

As soon as Kuang Gong finished speaking, Shen Yan bowed slightly and said loudly: "Kang Gong! This Cao Yi and Cao Zhaozheng have outstanding demeanor and extraordinary bearing. Recently, he has been living in seclusion and reading poetry and books. He will surely be able to write masterpieces. In order to shock me in the name of the Jinling Poetry Society!"

Cao Yi immediately understood that Shen Yan had given Cao Yi a high hat first, and then made him fall down hard. He had really vicious intentions. He immediately looked at Shen Yan with a playful look.

"Oh? Cao Yi, are you confident that you can compose a poem that is better than Cheng Hao and Cheng Boting's "Autumn Moon"? If it is better than it, then you are guaranteed to be the leader of poetry in the Jinling Poetry Society this year!" Kuang Gongyi said. He looked at Cao Yi with expectant and encouraging eyes. He didn't know what was going on between Shen Yan and Cao Yi, thinking that Shen Yan was just complimenting Cao Yi as a good friend, and asked Cao Yi to take advantage of the situation and write the poems he had prepared. Take it out.

At this time, Mr. Lu also paid attention to this area, and finally found Cao Yi. He had wanted to find this friend who played chess with him before, but he couldn't find him. He didn't expect to meet him in this way, but it was not easy to say hello at this time. , I can only nod my head.

"Mr. Kuanggong, I am just a junior who has not yet passed the entrance exam for Fu Xue. I came to participate in the poetry festival today just to increase my knowledge and learn from others. It is a blessing to see such masterpieces..." Cao Yi also said Before he finished speaking, Shen Yan let out a "hum". Although his voice was soft, the whole audience was paying attention, so they naturally heard it clearly.

Even if Kuang Gong didn't know clearly at this time, he still knew that he had been tricked by Shen Yan. His expression changed a little, but he had not yet had an attack. He just looked at Shen Yan deeply.

Cao Yi continued: "However, today's Jinling Poetry Society is related to the time, environment and people. In the past, there were Yexia's You Yaji, Jingu Yaji, Xiyuan Yaji, and the most famous Lanting Yaji is still shining today.

Glittering, it has become a beautiful story through the ages. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we gathered in Hefu. The celebrities and elegant scholars in Jiangning gathered together to recite poems and compose poems, compete in talent competitions, wander around in calligraphy, drink wine and sing songs. The elegance is full of elegance, worthy of Jinling Elegant Collection.

Therefore, although Cheng Boting's "Autumn Moon" is before us, we should have the courage to leave beautiful words and ink while admiring poetry and wine, and reproduce the shining style of Lanting's sages. This is a great blessing for the inheritance of Lanting's image."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Lu stood up and said, "This is how a gentleman should behave." Everyone also laughed, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became lively again.

"All of you talented people here have great literary talent. You can make a poem in seven steps and a rhyme in eight steps. However, my talents are not quick in thinking, so I can only take advantage of the drunkenness to compose poems..." After Cao Yi finished speaking, he asked Liu Baiqing to join him.

The servant of He Mansion poured Taibai Zui for everyone present, and said loudly: "This is a new wine brewed in the lower house, called 'Taibai Zui'. I will use this wine to toast you, in order to imitate Li Bai's 100 Poems on Drinking Wine."

'The pride."

When everyone heard this, they all picked up the wine cups in their hands. At first glance, the water was clear and pure. Compared with the current wine that still has residues and various colors on it, it was much better just from the senses. Then they sniffed it with their noses, and the fragrance was alluring.

, the wine tastes rich and mellow in the mouth, and the wine is warm and fragrant when you drink it. Although the alcohol content is a bit high, it is indeed a truly peerless wine. Everyone here is a celebrity and has drank many famous wines. After a little comparison in mind, I found

The fine wines I have drunk in the past seem to be inferior. For example, the wine at tonight’s poetry meeting is the Biguang wine provided for free by Qingfeng Building, the first restaurant in Jiangning. I used to think it was the best in Jiangning.

The wine was delicious, but now it pales in comparison.

Even Shen Yan's face was filled with uncertainty. He couldn't figure out why the Cao Mansion could brew such fine wine. Being a merchant's family, he naturally knew that this Taibai Zui would have a great impact on the status of the Shen Family's Qingfeng House.

As long as other restaurants supply this kind of wine, their status as the number one restaurant in Qingfeng Tower and Jiangning will inevitably be greatly impacted and challenged. This made him find it unacceptable, and the hatred for Cao Yi in his heart was overwhelming.

It became more and more intense. If he didn't do something at this time, he felt that he would be detonated by the anger in his heart: "Cao Yi, you have drunk too much wine, so quickly show off your talent and write a poem for me to read.

Take a look and see!”

The literati themselves all loved drinking, and the dignitaries of this dynasty even feasted as much as they wanted. Originally, Mad Duke He Da and Jiangning Magistrate Yang Jue wanted to ask Cao Yi about "Taibai Drunkness" in detail, but at this time they saw Shen Yan

Being forced to do so, he gave up for the time being, but in his heart he was quite unhappy with Meng Lang's mean behavior, so he immediately decided that even if Cao Yi's poems were not good, he would still say a few nice words to smooth things over as much as possible.

"Since Brother Shen is so anxious, I don't dare to hide my shame and show my shame!" After Cao Yi said this, he walked to a desk next to him and picked up a writing brush. It was originally a poetry meeting, and there were pens, inks, papers and inkstones everywhere. Cao Yi

Yi dipped the brush into the ink and paused for a few seconds.

Everyone was looking at him to see what kind of poems Cao Yi could write. However, everyone did not have high expectations. He was not famous before and was even choked by someone. There were only two people present who cared about Cao Yi the most.

How about Yi's poems? One is Mr. Lu. Judging from his experience in handling people and speaking while playing chess, Cao Yi should be quite talented. It is not clear whether he is a great talent or a small talent, so he is more concerned. As for the other one,

The next person is Mr. Shen Yan, who is standing next to the table at this time. He wants to read the poem written by Cao Yi in real time so that he can make fun of it immediately and let everyone see the joke.

Cao Yi took up his pen and brushed it on the rice paper, swiping it freely, so fast that he even used cursive writing unconsciously. Shen Yan watched from the side, and after a while, he eagerly read out loud what Cao Yi had written. come out.

"Qiujiang... Huayueye..."

Although Shen Yan was very hostile to Cao Yi, he was sure that Cao Yi could not write any good poems, so he deliberately recited it extremely hard, with a clear tone and cadence, which would further highlight the poorness of the poems, so the entire poetry meeting venue could listen Be clear.

After a while, Shen Yan's expression suddenly changed...but he still read it again.

"The tides of the Autumn River...even the sea is flat, and the bright moon on the sea...the tides rise together."

On the table next to him, Cao Yi was still writing furiously. As soon as this first sentence was read out, many people present changed their expressions. Some were solemn, some stood up from sitting, and even Kuang Gong, Lu Gong and Yang Zhifu all listened attentively...
Chapter completed!