(The weather is getting colder, book lovers should keep warm - thanks for the reward "under the world"! By the way, this book was on the click list for a few minutes last night. Hehe, although it is short, it is as bright as a shooting star!)

On the night of the tenth day of the lunar month, the Daoan Poetry Festival finally came.

That night, even the weather was beautiful, and the wind and rain stopped early and cleared out, but the night sky was bright and the stars and moon were pleasant.

What resonates with the stars and moon in the sky is the bright lights on the river surface.

String songs, soft and singing, on the pleasure boat belonging to the brothel camp, beautiful ladies dressed up in a colorful manner, using their lifelong complimentary means to cater to the guests.

The guests that night were either rich or noble. As for the down-and-out scholars and scholars, they could only stay on the official ship in another direction to wait for news.

As the saying goes, "No one has ever asked about it for ten years, but once you become famous, the world knows it." If the poems you wrote can be selected by the poetry meeting, and can be regarded by the judges and recited, then your fame will naturally come.

Fame is a desire, a desire, and a recognition.

Literary and elegant people are bustling with each other, all of whom come to name it—

Suddenly, a piano sound came from the upper reaches of Tongjiang River, like pearls falling from the jade plate, whispering, and it was melodious and pleasant. Everyone who heard it was calm and did not even dare to make a cough, for fear that it would interfere with the other party's playing.

The atmosphere was contagious. After a while, more than ten ships became quiet, leaving only the sound of the river, gurgling.

Fortunately, the sound of this song seemed very low at first hearing, but what was surprising was that the people on the boat could hear it clearly, as if it was ringing in their ears.

After the song was over, it took a long time before the sensation of awesome like waves caused a sensation on the ships:

"Who is playing that?"

"There is such a sound of piano in the world!"

"Miss He family? I want a daughter to tie my head..."

"Bah, I'll play with these australians to suppress people, vulgarity!"

In the central large ship, in the inner hall, the old master Song Wenbo suddenly opened his eyes and sighed: "This song should only be found in heaven, and it is rare to hear it on earth."

Lin Yuanshan said: "Is it the one in the capital? But why did she appear at the poetry meeting? No news has ever been heard in advance."

Liu Zhiqing asked: "Who?"

Wu Xiangheng slapped his thigh: "Li Shishi, the number one talented woman in Tianhua!"

The number one talented woman in Tianhua Dynasty, she is so famous that she is as great as the sky.

The four judges looked at each other and rushed out regardless of etiquette. It was rare that the old master Song Wenbo was in his sixties and actually ran to the front.

When I went out, I found that the decks of each ship were crowded with people, and they all looked forward to see where the sound of the piano came from and who the performer was.

The moon shines on people, and suddenly a small boat flows down the river. The boat is like an iron tower. In the cold weather, she is wearing only a jacket, revealing her proud and muscular arms. He holds a long bamboo pole in his hand and controls the direction of the small boat.

Behind the boat, a man stood, wearing a hat on his head, floating in white, and holding a piano in his arms. Her face was invisible, but from her graceful figure, she was floating like a waterfall under the hat, which showed that she was a woman.

The woman stood quietly on the boat, with her white clothes and black hair, as if she was gorgeous, and she seemed to be the fairy Lingbo, which attracted all her attention.

Following the water, the boat was extremely fast and without stopping at all. In just a moment, it surpassed the group of ships in the poetry club and drifted down, disappearing in an instant.

Just now, was it an illusion?

Everyone couldn't help but reach out and rub their eyes to prove whether they were dazzled.

A boat drifted, a piano music, and a girl stood still, which actually took away the focus of the entire Daoan Poetry Association.

After a long time, many people reacted from their lost state.

Song Wenbo coughed dryly: "Everyone, everyone, the final selection of the Daoan Poetry Conference begins now!"

By the way, now a poetry meeting is being held!

People were in an uproar and realized that they had lost their composure. They quickly took their place and went whatever they should do.

Some people have never seen such a sensational scene and missed it. Among them, Ye Junsheng, who has not recovered from his illness and is sleeping in bed at this time. He neither hears the sound of the piano nor sees the fairy.

Ye Junmei stayed in the room to take care of her brother because she was worried about her brother, and did not go out to join in the fun.

...

"Brother Qingshan, who do you think is Li Shishi in Beijing, the number one talented woman in Tianhua?"

On a gorgeous pleasure boat and in the elegant wing room, Peng Qingshan was chatting with his friends.

Upon hearing this, Peng Qingshan smiled and said, "I have never met Li Cainu and I have not seen the other person's opinion just now. How can I know? Brother Zhang, let's drink bar and wait for the result of the poetry meeting."

Brother Zhang smiled and said, "That's right, but then again, with Brother Qingshan's talent, the top three players in this poetry conference are easy to win, why should you worry?"

Peng Qingshan's eyes flashed through his eyes and said, "What's the point of being a three-element?" He came to the poem meeting for the purpose of winning the championship. Only the first place can be worth the trip.

Brother Zhang was stunned, then understood and raised his wine glass: "Then I wish Brother Qingshan the title of poetry and the heroes."

Peng Qingshan smiled and said, "It's hard to say before the result is released. Guo Nanming participated in this trip, and Zhang Zhiyuan."

I thought to myself: I hate Guo Nanming, this year, I will actually participate, otherwise how could anyone compete with me as the title of poet? Humph, even so, I will definitely win!

He performed very well last night, and wrote a good poem with a splash of ink and writing. He should be a representative work of his life. He was very proud, so he was very confident.

You should know that temporary questions have a lot of variables, and focus on real-time performance. Whoever performs well will have a great grasp. This principle is just like the modern examination room. The basics of learning are important, and how much success can be achieved is more important.

...

In a elegant room in Daoan Mansion, a young man in a silk robe was watching with a book. He had a elegant face and a calm expression, but his body was a little thin. The arrogance between his eyebrows naturally appeared outside, as if he was born, and could not be concealed.

There was a knock on the door, and then a woman came in with a bowl of ginseng tea and said, "Young Master Ming, let's drink this bowl of ginseng tea."

The Young Master Ming said lightly, "Aunt Liu, please put it down, I will finish reading this page of the book first."

Aunt Liu put down the tea and said spoiledly: "Young Master Ming, have you attended the poetry meeting? Why didn't you wait for the results on site, but stayed in the yard to study?"

Young Master Ming said proudly: "There is no suspense, why should you wait?"

Aunt Liu smiled and said, "That's right, since Young Master Ming has participated in this poetry meeting, the name of the poet's leader is naturally unmatched."

The tone is very certain, it looks natural.

Young Master Ming put down the book and sighed: "I'm really bored to participate in this poetry meeting. If it weren't for Peng Qingshan and Zhang Zhiyuan, it would be no fun at all. In Jizhou, I would be even more lonely."

The words are full of loneliness.

Aunt Liu smiled and said, "Didn't you ask you to take the imperial examination and become an official?"

Young Master Ming sneered and said, "I am not here, so why should I be an official? A real man should sing and study abroad, defeat all the scholars in the world, and be the only one in the world... Well, I'm determined, go to study abroad in the early spring, first go to Jiangnan, and then meet in the capital. Since ancient times, there is a saying that there is no first in literature, so I just want to be the first. I can teach the world that everyone knows, who is my Guo Nanming!"

As he said that, his eyes emitted a strong light and his confidence was full, as if he could not even hold the sky, earth and the sea.

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