Dingguo

Chapter 27 The Poet's Feast Round One

The poetry club is very popular. Although it is not as crowded as the street outside, it is difficult to find an empty space without people. 【】

Li Yue'er was afraid that Lin Rong would disturb her mood again, so she led the crowd to squeeze in together.In the main hall, although the poetry meeting has not officially started, the poets who can't bear the loneliness have already begun to fight openly and secretly.

Li Yue'er walked all the way in, but met many acquaintances in the business field, and when they met, they stood in one place and said a few words.

In the business field, it is important to be active and passive. It is always difficult to negotiate a business that is actively asked to do business; it is always easy to negotiate a business that is asked to do business.In this kind of occasion, even if you meet by chance, there is no active or passive, just say a few words, chat about the current situation, but you can find many opportunities, which is why she must come to the poetry meeting.

The business of her embroidered village is all about a network of contacts. With a wide network of contacts, this business will be done. Therefore, not only do you have to deal with some acquaintances, but you also need to get in touch with potential guests who have never met.

In today's poetry meeting, many guests brought their family members. They all sat around the second floor. From the second floor, they could clearly see the students in the hall downstairs.

Because the floor is not high, often a chuckle from the women on the upper floor can stimulate these talented scholars, and the group is passionate.One must know that there are not only married women upstairs, but also those who have not left their boudoirs. There are probably a lot of people here today.Women are always attractive to wits.

When talented scholars think about it, if they perform well, it is a blessing to be given by a daughter of some family.

Of course, the famous prostitutes invited by the Poetry Club sat on one side of the lobby, playing the piano, joking, or pointing fingers, which was enough to attract the attention of many talents.

With these factors, the poetry meeting has such an atmosphere... Of course, the poetry meeting will invite some famous senior poets to preside over it, and the poems that can pass the insight of these seniors will be posted on the bulletin board of the poetry meeting , and only the poems posted on the bulletin board will be sent outside for people to watch.And the bulletin board of the Poetry Society has to publicly judge the best works with good lyrics and catchy words, so that the prostitutes can sing them out.Naturally, the poems that were finally judged by the public are also the top of the legendary list. Talented people, big and small, are fighting for the top spot... Logically speaking, under this environment, a good poem The opportunity to write poems is much better than holding back at home.Under the scrutiny of so many talents and the stimulation of so many beauties, everyone's brains are in a hurry. They wish they could use all their talents in the next ten years to today. Therefore, there are always good poems in every poetry meeting It is said that this is the reason.

When the time comes, the poetry meeting will start on time.

"Donghu Poetry Club, there are good poems coming." A servant outside the door ran in from outside the hall with a manuscript paper in his hand.

The poetry meeting here has just started, and there are good poems coming in from there. Isn't this a blow to the Lin Yuan poetry meeting?All the talents in the hall snorted coldly, "Where can there be any good poems at the Donghu Poetry Club..."

Someone also asked, "Whose poem is it?"

Someone had already received the poem from the servant, and said, "It's Brother Wan Li's poem!"

Zhao Yibai, the word Wanli.

In Wuling City, he can be regarded as the number one talented scholar.It's just that this time he didn't go to the Liangshan Poetry Club, but appeared in the East Lake Poetry Club.

Seeing that the scene was quiet for a while, the person who received the poem read out Zhao Wanli's new work, but it was: Cloud steps, moon and earth pass by each other, don't hate too much before it reaches the end of the year.I hate the car wash rain in the Ming Dynasty the most, and I don’t teach you to cross the Tianhe with your feet.

As soon as this side finished reading, people applauded over there. "Okay, Brother Zhao's poems are still so tough."

Some people also said, "But that's all."

Then the draft of this poem was overwhelmed by everyone's saliva, and they came up with their own masterpieces one after another, but none of them could compare with Zhao Yibai's poems.

Everyone discussed a few poems, and they felt that there was no one better than Zhao Yibai's poems, so they heard another servant passing in poems from outside, shouting: "Liangshan Poetry Fair, here is a poem."

Everyone felt relieved. Fortunately, it was a poem from the Liangshan Poetry Society. If there were any good poems from Donghu Lake, they would feel a little ashamed.

Someone received a poem from the Liangshan Poetry Association, and said without asking, "It's Wang Shaoyou's poem."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.Wang Yu, whose calligraphy is Shaoyou, is recognized as a great talent in Wuling. Every poetry fair will produce excellent poems, and this time is no exception.

"If you don't know what it means to lead a cow, you must invite the Weaver Girl to play with the golden shuttle. Begging for cleverness in the world every year, I don't know how many clevernesses there are in the world."

Wang Shaoyou's poems are always somewhat ingenious, but the style remains the same.Some people praised it, saying that this poem is rare, and some people said cryptically: "Good is good, but the style has been established, and it is difficult to break through."If you really want to compare it with Yibai's poems, you can't tell the difference.

Zhao Wanli's poems were promoted because they wanted to demote Shaoyou's poems. This is just a scholar's thought.

Everyone's discussions continued, and suddenly there was another good poem from the Liangshan Poetry Fair... This time it was Wu Zikun and Wu Hongde's poems.

"Smoke in the sky, the moon in the sky, and the sky, the autumn of Yin and Han is the same forever. How much joy and hatred, we stay together here every year."

After reading this poem, everyone cheered unanimously.

"I didn't expect Brother Hongde to have such a good sentence, Wan Gutong, this night, with such a great atmosphere, he actually compared the first two poems..."

"Not bad, not bad... After coming to this poetry meeting, there will be one more talented person."

Wu Zikun was also somewhat famous before, but his reputation was not that great.In terms of poetry, this poem is also considered excellent, but if you really want to compare it with the first two poems, it can only be said to be on the same level.But Wu Zikun's reputation is weaker, so everyone deliberately downplayed the influence of the first two poems, so they had to admit that this poem has a better meaning than the first two poems.

The East Lake Poetry Club has produced a good poem, and the Liangshan Poetry Club is gaining momentum even more. If the Linyuan Poetry Club produces another good poem, the faces of those who participated in the Poetry Club tonight will be all shaved.Therefore, everyone was a little anxious, but they were really caught off guard.

Lin Rong was right at this time, so he stepped forward, "My little brother also has a new song here, and it may be on the best list."

Everyone favors him.There are also many who know him, know that he is the son of the county guard's family, and many who don't know him, but appreciate his generous demeanor.

The students were very innocent, and most of them didn't know Lin Rong's details, so someone asked him to read his poems to see if he could get on the list.

Lin Rong smiled, and then softly chanted: "Today, when the clouds are crossing the Magpie Bridge, it should not be the pulse and the distance. The family members are happy to open the makeup mirror, and wear needles under the moon to worship the Nine Nights."

While chanting, Lin Rong raised his head to Li Yueer who was standing on the second floor.

A bold woman who looked like Lin Rong heard the words "under the moon" faintly mentioned in his poems, and she couldn't help laughing, "It's under the moon again, it's for wearing, and it's for worshiping, he What is An's mind?"

The speaker was a woman who was acquainted with Li's family, and she was used to teasing Li Yue'er on weekdays, so she didn't take it seriously when she said it in front of Li Yue'er.

But it made the woman on the first floor smile coquettishly.

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