"Make friends through poetry and make elegant affairs", Li Yifeng smiled again, bowed to everyone calmly, and said with a smile: "I am not talented, I would like to ask you brothers for advice." The sunlight shone through the gaps in the pine forest on Li Yifeng's silver shirt, and the silver shirt was shining with a faint scale. Against the backdrop of the green pine silver shirt, Li Yifeng's smile exuded a confident infectiousness.

When the people around saw the excitement, they all came to the pavilion, especially many scholars. They heard that they immediately made friends with poetry and their eyes lit up. In a moment, the pavilion was surrounded and was blocked. Guo Huaili liked the excitement the most, and the tower near the water occupied a good position inside the circle, leaning against the pavilion pillar and watching the excitement with a smile.

"If you have any questions, let's take a gamble and see whose poems are good." Liu Yixing somehow disliked Li Yifeng and spoke intently.

Liu Yixing was in his early thirties, with a white turban, a long green gown, a light yellow face, a bright eyes, a short black beard, a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and a sarcastic smile. Although he was not tall, he exuded his energy.

Li Yifeng was secretly annoyed, his face remained unchanged, and he responded: "Just follow Brother Liu." As he said that, he took out the silver from his arms, slapped the stone table with a "splash", staring at Liu Yixing's eyes and said: "Ten taels of silver and the winner to buy wine."

Seeing the silver, Liu Yixing's mouth curled up even higher, and his expression suddenly changed from sarcastic arrogance to a full face. He smiled and said, "I am worthy of being the county magistrate, I will only cost ten taels of silver. Brothers, stop watching the fun, everyone will join in and go to the Zuixianlou to drink after winning the money."

Everyone in the pavilion raised money by one or a half taels, but they didn't have much effort, so they piled up a pile of scattered silver on the table.

Liu Yixing was still unsatisfied and shouted to the crowd watching the excitement: "Brothers, whoever is willing to participate in the poetry game, may as well give it a try. Twenty taels of snowflakes will be taken away by the winner. It is rare to have an opportunity, don't miss it."

Jiang Anyi found it funny. Liu Yixing's expression was similar to that of the green skin shouting and gambling on the street. However, ten taels of silver were not a small amount, and it was enough for a family of eight to spend a comfortable life in Wenping Mansion for a year or two.

After shouting several times, no one agreed. Liu Yixing was a little disappointed. He glanced at Guo Huaili beside the pillar. When he saw the folding fan in his hand, his eyes lit up and asked diligently: "Brother, are you interested in giving it a try?"

Guo Huaili laughed secretly, wanting to make a condom to make him drill, but he didn't even have a door. He shook his head and said, "I can't afford to gamble if I don't have money."

"No money is needed, just bet on the things in your hands." Liu Yixing pointed to the fan in Guo Huaili and Jiang Anyi's hands and said.

A folding fan cost only ten cents, and Liu Yixing was willing to use ten taels of silver to gamble on two folding fans. Guo Huaili was overjoyed. How could he let go of such a cheap price? He immediately responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay." He pulled Jiang Anyi into the pavilion and placed the folding fan next to the silver.

Li Yifeng looked at the folding fan curiously without making a sound. Liu Yixing made a few appointments loudly, but when he saw no one responded, he smiled and said, "Young Master Li, although you two brothers, although you have friends with poetry, you have to come up with a charter when you have a gambling battle. Good poetry and bad poetry should be judged by experts."

Several people nodded in agreement, and Liu Yixing pointed behind him cunningly and said, "This is Yu Xun, the head of the Prefecture School, Master Yu Yuanqing (the head of the eighth rank of the Prefecture School, is from the first year of Fengle, and a famous scholar in Jiangnan. He has no idea about his character and knowledge. Please ask him to make an evaluation."

Yu Yuanqing stood up and bowed to everyone. Jiang Anyi saw that he was nearly 40 years old, with a handsome and elegant face, a gentle gaze, and a warm smile on his face. However, when he sat down, the director Yu Xun talked to Liu Yixing, and a tacit smile appeared on the corners of their mouths at the same time.

This gambling battle seems to be intentional. Look at the expressions of Yu and Liu, who have worked together a lot, and they have a very tacit understanding. Li Yifeng also understood that he was fooled, but he didn't care. First, there were experts in his group, the county school coach Qiu Dehai, who was from a juren and outstanding literary talent, may not lose in gambling and poetry. Second, even if he lost, he could make friends with the mentor Yu Xun and Liu Yixing, who were in the prefecture school, were all good deals, so Li Yifeng smiled and listened to Liu Yixing's arrangements.

"Then we divide it into three groups, Mr. Li, and the two brothers are in one group, and Liu and others calculate it. Please ask Yu Xun to introduce the question. The time limit for a stick of incense is as long as possible. Those with higher poems will win." As soon as the words were finished, someone immediately took out the incense burner, pen, ink, paper, ink, and other objects were placed on the stone table, and his movements were quick and skillful.

Jiang Anyi laughed secretly, he was ready, and was waiting for someone to take the bait. Guo Huaili muttered softly in annoyance, "I've been fooled, no wonder my father often said that he should not be greedy for a small advantage. He didn't listen to the old man's words and suffered losses. He thought he could get a vacancy, but he didn't expect to put two folding fans in, Xiao Jiang, go back and give me two more fans."

Yu Yuanqing pretended to think for a moment, pointed to the scenery outside the pavilion and said, "Taking the seven-character poem with the scenery of Kunhua Mountain as the theme, you should have pine, grass, flowers, and birds, and write the meaning of sad spring."

The fragrance was ignited and the competition began. Liu Yixing's group was ready, and they gathered together to whisper and laughter to cover up their eyes. Li Yifeng and his group gathered together to discuss and discuss. Everyone was chattering and talking about who lost and who won. As for Guo Huaili and Jiang Anyi, they were regarded as fools and skipped.

Jiang Anyi smiled and said nothing. He couldn't help himself fighting poetry. No need to compete. Who is destined to die?

The fragrance was about to burn out, Jiang Anyi picked up the pen and wrote it. Guo Huaili looked at it with his neck tilted. The more he looked, the brighter he looked, and he kept praising him. After Jiang Anyi finished writing, he was already smiling from ear to ear. The other two places had been written, and three poems and essays were handed to Yu Yuanqing.

Yu Yuanqing stood in the middle, cleared his throat, and recited loudly: "Birds sing, falling flowers cherish the remnants of spring, thin clothes on Kunhua Mountain. The whistling pine forest is empty and lonely, and the lush grass rushes to the distant mountains." A cheers were heard everywhere, written by Li Yifeng, who proudly bowed to the surroundings to thank them.

"This poem contains four words: spring, flowers, grass, and birds. It is a good work, and it is a good one."

Putting this poem on the table, Yu Yuanqing then recited: "The pine wind blows with the green clouds, and the birds sing and the guests are worried. The grass is stained with spring rain, and the flowers fall on the garden, which branch is the first to go to the garden." Another cheering, Liu Yixing winked and laughed. This masterpiece called him is actually Yu Yuanqing's poem. How can he lose when he evaluates his poem?

Sure enough, Yu Yuanqing commented: "This poem embeds pine, flowers, grass, and birds into spring, expressing the thoughts of spring through the homesickness of a wanderer. The empty word describes the sadness, and the grass is particularly vivid, so I think this poem is slightly stronger than the previous one."

Most of the people in the pavilion were well-educated, so the quality of the poem could be distinguished naturally. Qiu Dehai also felt that his poem was not like this and did not make a sound. Seeing that Li Yifeng had no objection, Liu Yixing bowed and smiled and said, "Chengran Chengrang, Brother Li, I will work in the east at night, and I will not return without getting drunk in the Immortal Tower, hahahaha."

Li Yifeng was both angry and funny, thinking to himself that you are a scholar, the son of a recorder and a military officer, can you use this method to drink? However, the gambling trend in the country of Zheng is very strong, and betting on poetry is even more elegant. If you can make friends with Yu Xunshun, Liu Yixing and the students of the prefecture, the ten taels of silver are worth it.

The smile on his face remained unchanged, and Li Yifeng bowed and said with great grace, "Brother Liu has learned a lot, and Li is willing to accept the disadvantage. He will rely more on it in the future."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, haha." Liu Yixing narrowed his two lines, reached out and picked up the folding fan, handed one of them to Li Yifeng, and said, "Those who see it will have a share."

Seeing Liu Yixing talking to Li Yifeng, taking money and fanning it, Guo Huaili shouted: "What's the hurry? We haven't read our poem yet, and the winner is still not determined."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Liu Yixing stopped and smiled a little embarrassedly: "It was me who was negligent, let's listen to the masterpieces of the two talented men."

Yu Yuanqing's face was teasing, cleared his throat, unfolded Jiang Anyi's poem, and read loudly: "The grass on the Kunhua Mountain is lush, and the stream flows eastward and goes west."

Liu Yixing interrupted, "This sentence is somewhat similar to Brother Li's 'Green grass rushing to the distant mountains'. It's good and good, let's listen to the last two sentences."

Yu Yuanqing kept his smile and read the poem in his hand over and over again. Liu Yixing asked in surprise: "Why don't you read it down?"

After handing the poem to Liu Yixing, Yu Yuanqing came to Jiang Anyi and bowed: "Yu has eyes but no eyes, but does not know the masters, so I will forgive my sins."

Over there, Liu Yixing couldn't help but scream, "Good poems, what a good poem."

The person next to him was inexplicably shouting impatiently: "What good poems are you? Let everyone listen to them."

"The grass in Kunhua Mountain is lush, and the stream flows eastward and goes westward. No one is in the pine tree, and the flowers fall by themselves, and birds cry in the spring mountains."

The audience was silent, and then there was a loud shout. No one expected that the strange peak of this battle of poetry would actually win the two young people.

Yu Yuanqing was awakened by the cheers and commented: "This poem uses grass, pine, flowers, and birds to describe the spring scenery. The words "empty cry" are used to describe the sorrow and the hustle and quietness are used to correspond to the "self-fall" in the previous text, and writes the feeling of sadness and loneliness. It is truly a rare good poem, and I am ashamed of myself."

However, Yu Yuanqing also had questions. This poem has a strong meaning, unlike a young man who wrote it. Then he thought that this bet was cheating, and he didn't know what the other party had produced, so it didn't matter who did it.

Liu Yixing was a little embarrassed. The condom he made was trapped in, and he smiled awkwardly: "I am ashamed. I won the bet against you this time, and I haven't asked for the two names of the two."

Jiang Anyi and Guo Huaili reported their names. Liu Yixing smiled cheerfully and said, "I originally wanted to slander Mr. Li to invite everyone to drink, but I didn't expect that they would be able to take it away by both of them. I was willing to accept the loss. They both kept the bet."

Liu Yixing spoke heroically, thinking that the two of them would use the money they won to invite everyone to drink and make friends, hello, I, hello everyone. Unexpectedly, Guo Huaili said "greedy for money", and quickly pulled the silver on the table into his arms, picked up the folding fan, bowed, and pulled Jiang Anyi's soles to rub oil, leaving a stunned spectator.

After the two of them disappeared, Liu Yixing came back and laughed: "This is a wonderful person, hahaha, it's interesting, so interesting."

Li Yifeng also laughed loudly and said, "It is better to meet by chance than meet by chance. I will be the one who will be the dinner. Brother Liu, you are familiar with the place, guide Yu Xun, brothers, please give me a look."

At the foot of Kunhua Mountain, Guo Huaili held his fat face and taught Jiang Anyi a lesson with righteousness: "Xiao Jiang, it's not that I can run fast, the twenty taels of silver will be gone. Friends have to be paid, but we can't pay these young masters, so we don't have to spend money to buy false friendship."

Take out the silver from your arms and stuff it into Jiang Anyi's hand. Guo Huaili was in a very good mood and smiled and said, "Xiao Jiang, you have to treat you tonight and choose the most expensive place. By the way, when will your poems become so powerful? If you are good at picking up your hands, read two poems for your brother. After I recite them well, I will beat him a few taels of silver."

After chanting along the way, Jiang Anyi couldn't stand it anymore. He recited the song "The osmanthus flowers fell, the night was quiet, the spring mountains were empty. The moon rose and the birds were shocked, and the spring stream was singing in the spring stream." Guo Huaili shook his head and recited in a low voice, and Jiang Anyi's ears finally became quiet.
Chapter completed!