The poetry meeting in Zhangjia Viewing Garden is a little boring.

In the attic, the girls were thinking hard. It was really difficult to write poems on the Dragon Boat Festival. The sentence "sading spring and sank the autumn" in Guishan Mountain has killed almost all the inspiration in everyone's mind. What's more serious is that many people have made sufficient preparations before the poetry meeting. Who wouldn't prepare a few poems that are in the bottom of the box?

Now, Guishan Chang’s request has been raised, almost all the inventory in the bottom of the box is no longer available. Whether it is the spring flowers and autumn moon or the red sleeves, "sading spring and sank autumn" is really a stale that is not easy to break free!

This situation leads to the fact that poetry gatherings often have a cold situation. At the beginning, the academic masters' questions were very particular, for fear that the questions would be too simple and too many excellent works would be difficult to determine the outcome.

However, after several embarrassing cold events, and later, the live works of several talented men appeared, which made Master Gui and several masters frown, and the masters began to relax when they asked questions.

At first, the rhyme was limited, but later it simply did not limit the rhyme. The theme also went from being remote and unpopular to being popular, such as the topic of "Peony" and "Dragon Boat".

But even so, the poems on the scene are difficult to come out. Gui Liang is not allowed to make trouble for a sentence of "sad spring and sad autumn". Now everyone is scratching their heads and just want to write a good poem!

The poetry meeting produced several poems that were acceptable, including Zhang Haoran, which included a poem about peony, which was "The beautiful woman opened the small medicine column". This poem was written, and the talents praised it. Teaching Deng praised it very much. Guishan Chang nodded secretly. Master Sun, who had a name in Jia, commented on this poem as the number one chanting peony.

The poem was written, and the horse racing poems could finally begin. After several groups of people doing nothing, those horse racing knights who were originally excited and passionate, had also experienced the excitement of three out.

Fortunately, a good poem finally came out. Eight knights rode high-headed horses out of the Zhang family's yard. Eight horses ran on the official road and shouted loudly for the knight:

"The poems on the mountain are about running horses. The poem "Ode to Peony" by Master Zhang Haoran of Zhang's family was newly released and was named first by Master Sun Boyi..."

The horses were running and people were shouting. At first, the crowd around them looked at the knights and felt strange. However, soon, the shouts of the knights were covered up by the shouts and shouts on the banks of the New Town River.

"boom!"

The crowd was hustle and bustle!

Then the drum sounded "dong!" and "dong!" on the river surface. It turned out that the dragon boat race had begun. Everyone was attracted by the dragon boat. How could they pay attention to the so-called horse racing poem?

No one paid attention to the few knights' shouts. Instead, as more and more people accumulate, the horse is frightened and causes trouble.

The horse was frightened and injured. At this time, a dragon boat race came to an end. Several knights were surrounded by crowds to ask for an explanation.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, the horse was frightened and you're old! We are knights of the Guanshan Poetry Club, and we're responsible for running horses and passing poems. We will definitely be responsible for your injury. Let the boss compensate you for the medicine and money, okay?"

"What a shitty mountain-watching poetry meeting? I haven't heard it before! Do you still want to leave if you hurt someone? I care who your boss is. I will pay the money immediately, otherwise I won't want to leave!"

The person who was injured by a frightened horse is not a good bird. This person is also a ruffian. When he was short of money, his business came to his door. Where can a few knights get rid of it?

The other party's words were very ugly. Several knights argued, and this dispute was a bad thing. They were barefoot and were not afraid of wearing shoes, so they thought the matter was not big enough.

The thug immediately started to make a fuss, and the people around him gathered more and more. The thug shouted: "My fellows, please judge. These horse riding horses hurt people and don't pay for money. They want to leave. They say they are the knights who spread the poems by horse racing. I will ask you, who do you know how to spread the poems by horse racing?"

The people around him shook their heads, and the rascal smiled and said, "Have you heard of any mountain-watching poetry meeting?"

"I haven't heard of it, so where is there any mountain-watching poetry meeting? Today is the only Zhishuiwen Association, which is the place where the most talented men and beautiful women in Yangzhou gather. Zhishuiwen Association has never heard of any poetry propaganda..."

"Did you see? Brothers, I don't even look at the ground when I lie. I brag in front of you, Master Song. Do you think Master Song is easy to cheat?"

The ruffian took the truth and took the momentum, and was unforgivable. Several knights were at a disadvantage, and they all turned red with their faces. The leader said:

"The Mountain Viewing Poetry Conference is absolutely true. Today, there is not only the Mountain Viewing Poetry Conference, but also the White Horse Poetry Conference and the West Lake Poetry Conference! We are now riding poems on horseback. Zhang Haoran, the young master of the Zhang family, pointed out the first song "Ode to Peony" by Master Sun. Listen to it..."

These eight knights were carefully selected by the Zhang family. They were not only in good health, but also knew the words. Didn’t the Zhang family do royal business? They trained many younger shopkeepers, and this time they were called by Zhang Chengxi to be horse racing knights!

The young man who had been rolling in the mall had a bright mind. Seeing that others did not believe in the mountain-watching poetry meeting, he immediately read out the poem written by Zhang Haoran.

But it would be fine if he didn't recite poetry, but it would be a bad thing if he recited poetry. The scholar was indecisive to the point of reasoning when he met a soldier. The rascal who called Master Song San heard a few lines of poetry, laughed and said:

"What a shit thing? Is this a poem? What a red or white? It's better than me squatting in the pit to get a shit! This kind of limerick is spread out with great fanfare. The Zhang family has made too much money. Is it crazy to think that scholars are going to come out of the door?"

"Coax!" The people around us burst into laughter. The Zhang family is a famous family in Yangzhou, and everyone here knows that. The Zhang family has been doing well over the years, and no one can compete with them on the ground in Yangzhou. However, it is also well known that the younger generation of the Zhang family has no talent.

The purpose of the ruffian Song San is to provoke trouble, so he naturally directly hit the Zhang family's shortcomings. How many people who are watching the fun really understand poetry?

There are really good poems in Yangzhou, but the good poems and lyrics sung by the sisters of the Huafang and the Jiaofang are so catchy that they feel comfortable and comfortable.

The poems written by Zhang Haoran sound so awkward and weird, what are white and red? After Song San said this, everyone felt even more unbearable.

Besides, there are pearls and jades from the Shushuiwen Academy, and the mountain poetry program can help you pick up your wisdom, and it is so fancy. What the hell is it?

Several knights did not expect that things would go like this. Now they said nothing is useless and could only pay for money. Fortunately, the second butler Liang Shi was careful and kept hiring a carriage to follow him. Seeing something happened, he rushed to get the money to settle the matter, and the knights were able to get out.

However, after this wave, their morale was even lowered, and they were not in a state of fear. Even the few tall horses that looked majestic were lost.

Jokes were heard from the poems of the horse race. They originally wanted Zhang Haoran to make a name for their reputation, but now they have not shown their faces, but their butts are revealed. Instead, the Zhang family has lost a reputation for picking up people and fancy fancy things. The news was fed back to the poetry meeting, and the atmosphere of the poetry meeting became even more depressing.

But what if you suppress it? Could it be that you still have to ban the request of Guishanchang? If you don’t feel sad about spring and autumn, can you really not write any poems?

"Didn't Chen Gui say he's coming? Why haven't he come for a long time?" Zhang Rouyun suddenly said in the attic.

"If there were such a talent like Chen Gui, today's poetry meeting would definitely not be like this..." Zhang Baoyi felt extremely regretful. Everyone was writing poems, but they had rare good sentences. At this moment, they realized that the poems they wrote on weekdays were not allowed to be formal occasions. How could they dare to take out their works at such regular poetry meetings?

Ying'er sat alone, her eyes looking outside through the tassels, and she was completely confused.

Her mind is full of Lu Zheng. Lu Zheng said that poetry is sad and sad. At that time, she disagreed with it and even despised her deeply. Now she found that Lu Zheng's words were simply like the words, and they actually coincided with Guishan Chang.

"Did Mr. Lu really not know how to write essays? Will he keep hiding his weaknesses all the time?" Ying'er suddenly had this idea in her mind, and she remembered Lu Zheng's study with her.

When Ying'er was a child, she had a lot of time to recite and interpret books like "Four Books and Five Classics". However, Lu Zheng was extremely fast to learn.

A book called "The Analects of Confucius" can be memorized in just three days, and there is no error in the interpretation of the sentences. This skill is simply incredible when you think about it now.

The only explanation is that Lu Zheng has been pretending, all on purpose, otherwise he would not be able to write essays and poems, so why could he hit the nail on the head with just one sentence?

Ying'er's mind was full of imagination and was a little confused for a moment!

The poetry meeting has to continue. Zhang Chengxi spent tens of thousands of taels of silver to go on. He couldn't just finish it like this. Knowing that the poetry meeting might fail, he now has to bite the bullet and rush forward.

But everyone's previous passion was gone, and their thoughts to make a name were frozen after being poured by several basins of cold water. Everyone was thinking about how to keep this scene going, otherwise they would be too ugly and make it a joke when they turned around.

Everyone was a little depressed, but there were exceptions. For example, Luo Guancai Luo was in a very comfortable mood. Seeing Zhang Haoran’s horse racing poem making a joke, he smiled and said:

"You dare to spread poetry of any level. These days, those ignorant guys will always emerge. They will lose the face of Guanshan Academy and the face of Guishan."

Sun Boyi sat next to Luo Guancai. Sun Boyi is a master of the A-shaped font, and Zhang Haoran is his proud student. How could he feel happy when he heard this?

He immediately said, "Brother Luo, will Brother Luo end up with his brother Luo in today's poetry meeting? Haoran lost the face of the mountain leader. Can someone under Brother Luo turn the tide?"
Chapter completed!