Do you know that it starts with Meng Tong?

Sheng Changbai looked at the still arrogant third brother, smiled and shook his head. He turned to look at the old man rowing hard at the stern of the boat, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "He is also a poor man..."

The boat was moving at a leisurely pace, and soon it arrived near the island in the middle of the lake. One after another, it saw exquisitely painted boats cruising slowly on the lake. Some were extremely luxurious, some were simple and elegant, but the craftsmanship was evident everywhere.

On the boat, a charming and delicate singing girl holding a harp sang flowing and distant tunes, and from time to time there were scholars led by E Guanbo who sang along softly.

Among these scholars, there are retired squires, officials who are registered with Ding You, hermits in the mountains and forests, and young talents like Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai. They all lean on the red and green trees, exchange cups for cups, and drink happily on the boat.

"What a picture of a prosperous time in the lake and feasting!" Sheng Changfeng saw this scene of singing and feasting from a distance, and couldn't help but admire it. He just wanted to get on the boat and become one of them.

However, Sheng Changbai's face was as dark as water, and he whispered: "Where did this prosperous age come from? It's just a decadent life."

Wei Chen closed his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep, and seemed to be enjoying the tunes coming from outside the boat.

Hearing Sheng Changbai's words, he couldn't help but open his eyes, feeling quite interesting in his heart.

When Sheng Changbai was a boy, he was still very scholarly!

Of course, Wei Chen understood what Sheng Changbai was thinking. It was not difficult to know from the border map hanging in his study. He then comforted him and said, "Brother Zicheng, once you come, please make peace with him."

"Don't worry, I'll save it."

Sheng Changbai nodded. He has always been a person who knows the importance of things. He just couldn't help it and felt depressed. Then he couldn't help complaining in front of his brother and friends. When he actually arrived at the poetry meeting, in full view of everyone, Sheng Changbai did the same. Still gregarious.

"Bang!"

After a soft sound of the hull colliding, the ferry stopped steadily beside the boat, and a ladder was lowered from it.

The old man stepped forward to fix the ladder, turned around, smiled flatteringly at Wei Chen and said, "My dear husband, please go first."

The other scholars on the boat also agreed. They were all impressed by the talent of Wei Chen's one-word poem before, and they also admired Wei Chen.

Sheng Changfeng on the side saw this scene and was so happy that he opened his mouth from ear to ear and said to Sheng Changbai: "Second brother, look, this is what everyone expected!"

Sheng Changbai also pursed his lips and smiled. Wei Chen was the center of attention no matter where he was, and he had long been used to it.

"You are all very kind, but I am disrespectful. In this case, I will take the first step."

Wei Chen bowed to everyone, and then took a deep look at the old man, who quickly bowed his head respectfully and saluted.

When Wei Chen saw this, he just smiled and shook his head. Without saying anything more, he turned around, lifted up his robe, and climbed up the ladder first.

Chapter 83 Begonia Poetry Club

Wei Chen climbed up the ladder from the ferry and saw that the painting boat was bustling with flying eaves, pavilions, jade railings and lanterns.

The so-called Painted Boat Poetry Society is not just one painted boat, but a combination of more than ten large-scale painted boats.

More than ten painted boats are moored in one place, connected to each other by covered bridges, forming a broad venue that looks like flat ground.

"It is indeed a grand event in Yangzhou, it is indeed grand and prosperous."

When Wei Chen was sighing, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward led two boys in green clothes forward. The steward clasped his fists respectfully and said, "May I ask, sir, which poetry club is this talented person from?"

Poetry Club?

Wei Chen was slightly stunned and felt confused.

"Haitang Poetry Club, he is from Haitang Poetry Club!"

Behind Wei Chen, Sheng Changfeng climbed up panting, pointed at Wei Chen, and then at Sheng Changbai beside him: "We are all from Haitang Poetry Club!"

"Begonia Poetry Society?"

The steward frowned and thought to himself: There are eight schools in Yangzhou, one school in one province, and dozens of large and small poetry societies. How come I have never heard of this Haitang Poetry Society?

The boy on the side quickly reminded: "This Haitang Poetry Club is run by a few young gentlemen from wealthy families in the city. These young gentlemen..."

The boy paused, glanced at Sheng Changfeng, and lowered his voice: "None of these young men have ever entered school."

In fact, the boy didn't say anything, and that was that the main members of the Haitang Poetry Society, although they were all the sons of officials in Yangzhou City, were not taken seriously.

The manager is also a very discerning person, and he already knew it in his heart after hearing this.

No wonder he has never heard of the Haitang Poetry Society. It turns out that this poetry club doesn’t even have any serious members. It is just the product of a few middle-aged men who close the door to entertain themselves. How high can the taste and style of such a poetry club be? go?

but……

The steward then looked at Sheng Changbai and Wei Chen who were beside Sheng Changfeng. They were not very old, but they were indeed dressed as soldiers.

Are they really from Haitang Poetry Club?

The steward was confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. He immediately asked the boy to lead Wei Chen and the others to the private room where Haitang Poetry Society was located.

On the way, Sheng Changbai looked at Sheng Changfeng beside him, with an unkind look on his face, and whispered: "Third brother, when did Xingyun and I become members of your Haitang Poetry Club? How come we didn't know it ourselves?"

Sheng Changfeng chuckled: "Second brother, you don't know something. This Huafang Poetry Club is different from other places. It is a collective competition of poetry clubs, blah blah blah..."

After listening to Sheng Changfeng's explanation, Sheng Changbai and Wei Chen suddenly realized that the Boat Poetry Competition was not an individual competition, but a team competition.

Sheng Changfeng said very proudly: "It is not easy to join the current poetry club. If you want to join the club, you have to undergo an inspection for at least ten days and a half. Fortunately, I am one of the three vice-presidents of Haitang Poetry Club. This is my special ability." You will be allowed to join the company temporarily."

"So, Xingyun and I have to thank you for accepting us?"

Sheng Changbai glared at Sheng Changfeng angrily. He had rarely paid attention to the news about the Poetry Club before. He really didn't know that he had to join the Poetry Club to attend the meeting, so he was tricked by his younger brother.

"Hey, any words of thanks are from my own family." Sheng Changfeng waved his small hand, showing Yun Danfengqing, free and bold.

Sheng Changbai laughed angrily, stretched out his palm, and tried to slap Sheng Changfeng on the forehead.

Go, Sheng Changfeng quickly dodged away, still smiling on his face.

Sheng Changbai could only sigh helplessly.

Wei Chen didn't care about this, but asked with interest: "Chang Feng, you just said that you are one of the three vice presidents of Haitang Poetry Club. There are three vice presidents alone. It seems that this The poetry club is quite large. How many people have come to this poetry meeting?"

"Um, um..." Sheng Changfeng's eyes were a little dodgeful, and he just kept trying to prevaricate: "Oh, you will know when you get there."

The venue of the Poetry Society consists of a number of large boats. Each boat has two to three floors. There are many scattered seats on the first deck, and private rooms on the second and third floors, each separated by screens.

Wei Chen and the others followed the young man in green clothes upstairs and walked into a private room in the corner.

Stepping in, I saw an Eight Immortals table in front of me, with a lot of snacks on it. There were three young men in rich clothes sitting at the table.

Seeing Sheng Changfeng come in, the three teenagers waved excitedly: "Chang Feng, here!"

Sheng Changfeng said hello to the three of them, and then said to the leader: "President, I have invited my second brother and brother Wei to build up the momentum of our Haitang Poetry Club!"

"These two are the famous Sheng Zecheng and Wei Xingyun?"

The president of Haitang Poetry Society is about the same age as Sheng Changfeng. When he heard the names of Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai, he stood up and walked forward nervously, rubbing his hands: "I have admired these two great names for a long time. I am in Hanyuan, and I am the founder of Haitang Poetry Society." President."

The other two people also stood up and introduced themselves: "I am Wang Zhang, the vice president of Haitang Poetry Society."

"I'm Lu Zhe, I'm also the vice president."

Looking at the three little ones in front of them, Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai looked at each other doubtfully, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Where are the other members of your poetry club?"

Han Yuan coughed dryly and looked embarrassed. Wang Zhang and Lu Zhe's faces were slightly red, and they also felt guilty.

Sheng Changfeng gritted his teeth and simply broke the pot: "Our Haitang Poetry Club, plus you two new members, a total of six people, are all here."

Wei Chen almost vomited blood after hearing this. Your poetry club only has one president, three vice-presidents, and not a single ordinary member below you!

Sheng Changbai also thought about it at this time, and dared Sheng Changfeng to drag him and Wei Chen to the poetry club for nothing, just to trick them into working as free thugs for the Haitang Poetry Club.

Wanting to understand this, Sheng Changbai glared at Sheng Changfeng angrily. Sheng Changfeng lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong and did not dare to say a word.

Sheng Changbai is usually tepid, but once he gets angry, his aura is frighteningly strong.

President Han and the other two vice-presidents were so frightened that they trembled and felt uneasy, fearing that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai would walk away in anger.

"Ugh……"

The elegant room was quiet for a while, and Wei Chen suddenly broke the silence with a long sigh.

He looked at President Han, who was cowering aside like a chicken, and said warmly: "Wei is new here, and I would like to ask President Han to explain to Wei the specific procedures of this poetry meeting."

Sheng Changbai was quite surprised when he heard what Wei Chen said, but after thinking about it, he quickly understood what Wei Chen meant, and his expression softened slightly.

Sheng Changfeng felt like he was being pardoned and quickly winked at President Han, who also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai still want to participate in the poetry meeting. As long as they can keep these two people, Haitang Poetry Club will surely become a blockbuster at the poetry meeting!

President Han and the three vice-presidents looked at each other, and they all saw the excitement in each other's eyes that could not be concealed.

"Cough cough!"

President Han took a step forward, cleared his throat and said: "Actually, when the Huafang Poetry Club was founded, there was no fixed form, but slowly, many people found that they could become famous through the poetry club, and they began to fight secretly, and there were even some When the situation of buying and selling poems arose, Zhao Jiaoyu from Fu Xue couldn't bear that a good poetry meeting would be ruined by these people, so he came forward to set rules and everyone attending the meeting must abide by them."

"Zhao Jiaoyu is Mr. Zhao Luosheng." Sheng Changfeng on the side added: "Mr. Zhao is a leading literary figure in Yangzhou and one of the judges of the Painted Boat Poetry Club. Everyone is very convinced of him, and the rules he formulated are also It just continued.”

Chapter 84: Four newbies, please take them to fly!

"The biggest feature of the Huafang Poetry Club is that people participate in the name of the club and compete with each other for poetry. Therefore, if you want to win, you cannot rely on individual strength. You must cooperate sincerely with the members of the poetry club."

Speaking of this, President Han couldn't help but glance at Wei Chen guiltily.

Their family knew their own affairs, and apart from the name of the Haitang Poetry Club, there was really no value in cooperation for Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai.

Wei Chen didn't take it seriously and asked curiously: "How should we cooperate in this poetry meeting?"

President Han answered truthfully: "The judges will set the questions, and the questions in each round are different. The members of the poetry club take turns competing for poems. The loser will automatically be eliminated, and another person from the poetry club will take his place."

Isn't this a poetry competition?

Wei Chen couldn't help but smile. He had seen this form many times in his previous life. The test was the formation of troops. After all, the topics were always changing, and the types of poems that everyone was good at were limited. Even if he was a talented poet, he would not be good at topics. At times, it is difficult to gain an advantage.

Of course, as long as a hexagonal warrior like Wei Chen is well prepared, it is still possible to accomplish the feat of one against ten and one through to the end.

"Everyone, please listen to what Sheng has to say."

At this time, Sheng Changbai, who had been silent, finally spoke, and several people turned their heads.

Sheng Changbai said solemnly: "The Painted Boat Poetry Club is well-known. Since the participants have the courage to come to the poetry club, they must be of good poetry quality. If we want to be sure of winning, we need to polish the details. Why don't you use the poems that you are good at? Once the category is revealed, we can make arrangements first.”

Sheng Changfeng couldn't help but secretly cheer up after hearing this. Sheng Changbai's words clearly meant that he was considering the issue from the perspective of Haitang Poetry Society!

After a moment of silence, Sheng Changfeng, Han Yuan and others all mentioned the types of poetry they were good at. They also brought a thin book of "Begonia Poems" for Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai to appreciate.

Wei Chen opened the poetry collection and saw that it was full of masterpieces by the president and vice president of the poetry club.

For example, President Han Yuan's masterpiece "Drunken Chess": "Drink a glass of wine if you have nothing to do, and play a game of chess when you have time. The world is big when you are drunk, and you don't have to worry about winning or losing."

There is also Vice President Wang Zhang's "Ode to the Camel's Hump": "Spring rain is as precious as oil, and it flows all over the streets. When Bachelor Wang falls, he makes a group of cows laugh."