On the fifteenth day of August, on the night of the full moon, a grand event in the northern literary world, Guyunfeng Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference finally kicked off. In fact, on the same night, there were poetry conferences of different sizes in other places. However, in terms of momentum and level, in the vast northern area, no poetry conference can be compared with Guyunfeng.

Guanchen Academy, Tiangu Academy, Baishui Academy, and the three major officials gathered together to gather Guyun Peak. This level alone is enough to be proud.

It can be said that young talents in the north are basically on Guyun Peak.

Guyun Peak, located fifteen miles south of Jizhou, stands on the bank of Tongjiang River. This peak is large and high, and its peak is completely flat. It is planned to be a wide square according to local conditions, which can accommodate hundreds of people to gather.

There is a myth that this peak was originally extremely sharp, but a hundred years ago, a swordsman from Shushan traveled here, rose up and drew his sword, cutting off a piece of the peak, which formed his current appearance.

Looking back at the past years, I cut the mountain with one sword, how heroic the swordsman is!

At dusk, the square is bustling and becomes a market. Looking down from the sky, you can clearly see that the square pattern is divided into five pieces.

Three of them are of course the students of the three major academies; the other is provided to the wealthy families who come to watch, ordinary people, where can they have this leisure to climb a mountain to appreciate poetry?

These wealthy families also include brothel singers, and are also the main audience.

The last place is exclusive to the government and judges, which happens to be located in the upper direction and control the overall situation. A snow-white tent is built very uniquely on the corners, floating and outspoken.

At the door of the tent, a giant man with a beard was standing, like an iron tower, with sharp eyes and looking around, looking around, looking like a stranger.

Indeed, no one dared to enter, and even those exclusive officials dared to come over easily. Obviously, they were very awe of the owner in the tent.

As night approaches, bonfires begin to light. Lanterns begin to be lifted, illuminating the huge square.

The noise, laughter, chanting, shouting, and shouting are intertwined. It becomes an ocean of sounds.

This is a lively and joyful world!

The earth is vast, but some people are far away from this noisy and bustle, and are companionship with loneliness in a small world of their own.

With a whistle, Ye Junsheng, who was a little tired, opened the door and suddenly heard a silver bell-like laughter coming from the backyard. When he looked over, he saw Ye Junmei and Jiang Jinger in the backyard, sitting and drinking tea and chatting. The pig demon was lying on the side, his eyes were circling, staring at the three boxes of cakes placed on the table, saliva flowing.

The so-called ball cake is the moon cake of later generations, but the preparation method is quite different.

Ye Junsheng was stunned: "Didn't you say you were going to Guyun Peak to watch the poetry meeting?" He refined the treasure seal and devoted himself to it, but ignored the outside world.

Ye Jun smiled and said, "Brother, you don't participate anymore. So what else can I see?"

Jiang Jing'er said, "That's it." Her eyes looked at Ye Junsheng curiously and found that she couldn't see through him.

It should be said that since the first meeting between the two, he was confused. Ye Junsheng's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, uncovering one layer, another layer, and never seeing it thoroughly.

"The white-faced scholar is just my superficial image. Actually, I am a very capable man!"

I inexplicably remembered what Ye Junsheng said with a smile on his face when he was carrying a tiger that day. Maybe he could use this to outline him.

Ye Junsheng scratched his head: "Sorry, it has ruined your interest because of me."

Ye Junmei stuck out her tongue: "Brother, what are you talking about? Sit down and enjoy the moon. Today is a great day for the family to reunite. You have to accompany us no matter what. Sister Jiang will not go back to Pengcheng to accompany me."

Jiang Jing'er puffed her cheeks and said, "I'm too lazy to run around."

Ye Junsheng laughed, washed his face first, then sat down, and poured a cup of hot tea in front of him.

After all, Jiang Jing'er couldn't bear it and asked, "Dai... why don't you participate in the poetry meeting?" When she said that, she held back some inappropriate names. She could not scream in secret, but it was difficult to scream in front of her.

If Ye Junsheng is a fool, then aren’t they all fools? They were fooled by a fool.

Ye Junsheng spread his hands: "Because there is no time."

Jiang Jing'er couldn't help but roll her eyes: This is almost the same as not saying it... Then again, what was Ye Junsheng messing around in the room all day long?

"What are you busy with?"

Ye Junsheng blinked and asked, "Can you keep the secret!"

Hearing this, even Ye Junmei raised her ears and shouted in unison with Jiang Jing'er: "I can keep the secrets the most."

After saying that, he looked at each other, giggled, and then stared at Ye Junsheng's mouth again.

Ye Junsheng sipped the tea slowly and said with a smile: "That's great, I can keep a secret too."

The two girls were stunned and it took a moment to realize that they were fooled by him. Ye Junmei pouted: "Brother, you are so bad."

"Junmei, let's pinch him!"

Jiang Jing'er's fierce temperament surged. She came over to pinch Ye Junsheng's arm, and Ye Junmei helped to encircle him from the other side.

"Hey, it's okay if a man or a woman is not kissing... it's okay to kiss, you can't pinch it."

Ye Junsheng couldn't resist it and begged for mercy quickly - it seemed that he hadn't been relaxing like this for a long time. He could not always live too tiring in life.

It is happiness to steal half a day of leisure.

...

"The Xu hour is here, and the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting officially begins!"

With Li Yifeng's announcement, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting entered the review stage - a total of six judges were two of them, each of which was a famous scholar in Jizhou, Rongzhou and Xiazhou.

The poetry club is a competition in its core, but it is quite loose in form, almost a game-like category, and is very comfortable. It is impossible to compare with the regular imperial examinations. Candidates stay in the grid and cannot move around eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

At this moment, everyone can move freely on Guyun Peak. To put it bluntly, it is just eating, drinking, having fun, and chanting poems and essays.

As expected, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival is very free to have the theme of "Moon", and both poetry and songs are possible. In order to better measure a person's true level, everyone can submit multiple works and choose the best. In principle, the selection of works is not accepted.

The so-called "old works" do not mean that they have been made in advance, but that they have been made public. In other words, if they have been written early but not published, they are not considered old works.

There are many ways to publish the works of literati and poets in this era, such as publishing them into books, adapting and singing by singers, entitled at popular attractions, etc.

These poems can no longer be used to participate in poetry meetings.

The review began, and the students from the three major academies immediately began to submit the manuscripts, basically they wrote them in advance, handed them over to the judges' case like snowflakes, and soon piled up a pile.

Because the Guyunfeng Poetry Conference mainly targets students from the three major academies, and their personal level is quite basic, so there is no distinction between the primary and final selection. They are directly cross-examination by six judges one by one. If the level is not good, they will be eliminated on the spot.

If students have inspiration on the spot and write good poems and continue to submit them, this will have a higher requirement for their personal talent and academic background.

As the saying goes, "Ten years of hard work off the stage, one minute on the stage" is not enough, and it is difficult for the small universe to explode. If Cao Zijian did not have real skills, how could he become a poem in seven steps?

As for what is written out bluntly, people know themselves, but they will not just write it up, which will make the judges laugh at and leave a bad impression of being a scattered person.

The circle of literati is so big, they are adjacent to each other and have many interactions. The six judges from the three major prefectures and cities naturally know each other, but they have different friendships. However, now there are three major official schools competing, and everyone hopes that the talents in their hometown can stand out and the intention of competing with each other is inevitable.

"Haha, Brother Yuan Qi, I heard that Ye Junsheng, a rookie in Guanchen Academy, did not attend this poetry meeting, which is a pity."

The person who spoke was Yang Tianshou, a guest master from Rongzhou Tiangu Academy. He said it was a pity, but was laughing in his heart.

In any case, Ye Junsheng's failure to participate was a major loss to Jizhou.

Huang Yuanqi heard the corners of his mouth twitching. When he heard that Ye Junsheng was not attending the poetry meeting, he was very surprised and couldn't figure it out. But the road was already done and it was useless to say more, so he said calmly: "It's really a pity. Maybe he has something to do with his own personal affairs, so he can't participate."

"In May, this son's song "Nian Nujiao" was amazing and the best. Could it be that he could not write good poems from now on, so he hangs the battle cards high?"

Xu Ziqing from Xiazhou took the opportunity to stab him, which implied that Ye Junsheng had the meaning of "the talent of Jiang Lang was gone". Because the form of poetry meetings was very free, even if Ye Junsheng had no time to come to Guyun Peak in person, he could just bring his works with him.

Huang Yuanqi said: "Then I have to ask him."

At the Daoan Poetry Conference, Ye Junsheng was born out of nowhere. His poem "Nian Nujiao" was popular and can be said to have become famous in one fell swoop. However, the controversy over the origin of this work has never subsided.

Now, Ye Junsheng does not participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting for no reason, and many public opinions that "exposed their true colors" are very popular, vaguely confirming Ye Junsheng's unworthy nature, and even saying many unpleasant words. In comparison, as a respected judge, speaking is much more obscure.

Li Yifeng over there laughed and said, "It's all personal freedom if you come or not... Let's not talk about this, hurry up and review it. There are many excellent works. Let's look at this sentence "The moon is full and the people are short, and I remember my lovesickness" is full and graceful, and it has a wonderful meaning..."

With the vision and experience of the Six Old Ones, Ye Junsheng is indeed nothing. Although the vague song "Nian Nujiao" is a masterpiece of history, it is impossible for Ye Junsheng to rise to a high position at once, which is just a topic.

So after this level was revealed, the six elders entered the review state and made a lot of comments.

Bang bang bang!

But smoke and fireworks were set off in the middle of the square, which looked colorful and beautiful.

What a Mid-Autumn night! (!~!
Chapter completed!