"Wow..."

The spring rain drizzled down and gradually became a pouring momentum.

In the southeast of the imperial city, on the trail in Qixian Forest in Furong Garden, a group of people were wearing straw hats, straw raincoats, and bamboo guards, and walking down carefully and slowly.

The first one was seven or eight white-haired old men.

Next to each old man, one or two waiters were supported.

Most of these waiters are children from the old man's family.

In just a few hundred steps, everyone walked for a long time, be careful every step.

After half an hour, the group came out of the forest and entered the Qujiang Pavilion at the foot of the mountain for a while.

The waiters in the palace had prepared new clothes and hot wine, and then burned the dragons in the pavilion, making them steam.

A few bunches of curtains were pulled up, and everyone changed into new clothes and drank hot wine to drive away the cold.

When they sat down again, everyone smiled bitterly.

Cao Yong laughed and said, "The weather is not good, but it rains today."

Li Rudao: "It's Grain Rain, but it's raining now. Runqin has fallen just now? Let the imperial physician take a look."

Others also advised each other, but Cao Yong waved his hand with a smile and said, "When he fell into a meadow, there were thick fallen leaves, like a quilt, so where should he be tight?"

Seeing Jia Cong coming over with Jia Huan and Jia Lan who were neatly dealing with each other, Cao Yong pointed at him and smiled: "Qingchen, are there any poems today? If not, my fall would be worth it!"

Before Jia Cong could speak, he heard a young man of seventeen or eight years old beside Cao Yong say: "Grandfather, the Qing minister was in this Qujiangchi that day. A quiz of "Give to the Apricot Flower Girl" defeated a new top scholar and left him with a thousand years of infamous reputation. Who has not sang "If life is just like the first meeting" in the city? I think there must be good lyrics for Qing ministers today."

This person is Cao Hui, the grandson of Cao Yongchang, whose courtesy name is Wenze, and he was born as a Juren. He is also a famous talented man in the capital.

But Cao Hui's expression was not very good at this moment. Cao Yong almost didn't scare his soul when he fell. At this moment, he was still uneasy and worried.

The tone is naturally bad.

Cao Yong was about to scold him when he heard another young man next to him, who was about twenty years old, and his face and tone were not very good. He said, "What Wen Ze said is, Besides, the Qing ministers should have a new chapter. Although "Gived to Xinghua Niang" amazed the present, there was only one article. Apart from that, the Qing ministers had no longer written or ink.

I have heard a lot of rumors recently, which is extremely unpleasant. Some say that the Qing minister Jiang Lang had exhausted his talents, and some say that he was actually a fool of the world and the Qionglin Banquet was all done by the old party to crack down on the new academic top scholar. The term "Gived to Xinghua Niang" was also written by someone..."

The speaker is Li He, the grandson of Li Ru, whose courtesy name is Zijing.

Among the old party members, except for the three cabinet masters in the cabinet and Song Yan, the Minister of Works, the rest are not very old, with a few careers of three or five years, and most of them are more than ten years.

But he was "retired" and returned home because of such "trivial matters".

Cao Yong and Li Ru had a grand and noble character and did not value it, but their descendants may not have such a spiritual cultivation.

Not to mention them, didn’t even take their anger on Jia Cong, the chief minister of the cabinet?

Cao Yong, who originally wanted to scold his grandson, also spoke when he saw Li Ru's grandson Li He and Li Ru and Song Yan looked at each other and narrowed their eyes slightly.

Instead, I was not in a hurry to intervene, so I just waited a little longer to see how kindly my descendants were.

Song Yan was also curious, can his grandson Song Hua ensure his mood at this moment?

"Hey, Zijing has heard of it too?"

The person who spoke was another young man, standing next to an old man who looked similar to Song Yan aged one year.

This old man is one of the three major leaders of the old party, Sun Jingxuan, former cabinet minister and Wenyuan Pavilion Grand Secretary.

Today, except for Ge Zhicheng, Sun Jingxuan and Chen Xiyan have all come here.

I originally thought it would be a grand event with sadness, but I didn't expect that now I only have a sad and embarrassed look, but I don't have any sense of greatness...

The person who took the conversation was Sun Jingxuan's second son, Sun Sheng, Sun Wenxuan. He looked at Li He and smiled faintly and said, "I just argued with some people before, saying that if the Xinghuating incident was really a plan by the old party, would I not know? It is necessary to use some thoughts to spread rumors and slander. It's just..."

His eyes fell on Jia Cong again, and "good intention" advised: "As Wen Ze and Zijing said, although the Qing minister made a big splash at the Qionglin banquet and won the title of the Lotus List of the Lotus in the Today, there are only one poem, which is too few, which can easily cause misunderstandings. Today is the perfect opportunity, and now there are many things outside. If the Qing minister can write another good poem and lyrics and spread it widely, it will not only make the name of Beijing again, but also suppress those rumors. Wouldn't it be justified?"

A "good intention" is full of "good intention".

However, not to mention the "good intentions" of others, even Jia Huan and Jia Lan tightened their faces and looked hostile.

Jia Lan was fine, but Jia Huan had a gloomy face and looked at Sun Sheng with a gloomy look. But before anyone could see him, he hurriedly avoided him, and then stared at him in a gloomy look...

Song Hua frowned and said, "Zijing, Wenze, Wenxuan, the beauty of poetry lies in the natural success. Who can guarantee that you can make excellent poetry? Furthermore, today's heavy rain is like a note, and we are in a mess, so how can we have the heart..."

"Hey!"

Chen Mo, the grandson of Chen Xiyan, smiled and said, "Zihou, don't be too loyal. It is precisely because we are all embarrassed that we hope that the Qing ministers will take action and eliminate the embarrassment!"

"But……"

Song Hua wanted to defend himself, but Jia Cong chuckled and said, "Zihou doesn't need to say anything more. I really feel something when I visit the garden today. I happened to have a poem. Although it is not very beautiful, since my juniors and nephews invite me, why should I hide it? I can't be so beautiful? "

Cao Hui: "..."

Li He: "…"

Sun Sheng: “…”

Chen Mo: “…”

Seeing the four of them having a wonderful expression, Song Hua smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Only then did he realize that he, the uncle of the junior teacher, has never been a loser, so he doesn't need to open his eyes...

Moreover, many adults were watching the younger generation "fight" with interest at this moment, without even scolding them.

Perhaps in their eyes, these shallow scheming competitions are just "childish".

Then Jia Cong ordered: "Brother Huan grinds, Lan'er lays paper."

Jia Huan and Jia Lan were like generals who were in command. They stood up straight and ran to the side of Qujiang Pavilion where they had already prepared paper, ink, pen and inkstone, grinding and spreading paper and spreading paper.

After Jia Cong and Song Yan and others bowed to each other, he heard Song Yan’s care and instructed: “Poetry is natural, just do your best.”

Under the kindness of the old men such as Cao Yong, Li Ru, Jia Cong responded and walked up alone under the gaze of everyone's various gazes. He walked to the table, dipped his pen ink, thought for a while, and wrote the pen to write.

"Zihou, go and recite it!"

Cao Yong ordered.

Chen Mo, the grandson of Chen Xiyan, scrambled and said, "I'm close, I'll be the official of this song."

Song Hua smiled. He was mellow by nature and did not compete for it.

Chen Mo walked to the table, ignored the hostile Erxiao, his eyes fell on the paper, read the first sentence, laughed, cleared his throat, and recited aloud:

"On April 20th, Qixian Lindao encountered rain."

"Zijing, Wenxuan, Wenze, Zigu is all in a mess, but my brother Huan and nephew Lan didn't realize it?"

When he read the second sentence, Chen Mo's face turned ink, and his words were Zi Gu!

Cao Hui, Li He and Sun Sheng all turned black, but they had nothing to say. Who told them to say that just now?

On the side, Jia Huan and Jia Lan'er's face turned red at the same time and grinned silently.

On the elegant seat, Song Yan, Cao Yong and others also laughed out loud.

Then Chen Mo gritted his teeth and continued to recite: "It's gone, so I'm just writing this word."

"Don't listen to the sound of leaves hitting through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly..."

At this point, the light expression on everyone's faces was curled away, revealing a look of concentration.

Even Song Yan never thought that Jia Cong could really make famous works throughout the ages, but...

"Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?"

"A raincoat is a raincoat and rain will last forever."

After reading it, Chen Mo was already stunned...

These half of the poems have fully written the lightness, joy and heroic feelings of fighting against the wind and rain.

The last sentence pushes the journey of wind and rain to the end of life and suddenly sublimates!

If other teenagers made this word, they might even complain without any illness.

But anyone who understands Jia Cong's past experiences will not have this feeling.

Looking at the elegant and natural words on the paper further reflect the poet's open-minded and elegant mind.

Looking at the handsome and handsome face, Chen Mo fell into suspicion of his life...

Seeing that the most exciting time was stuck, Cao Yong was impatient and came forward in person, squeezed away Chen Mo, and looked up and down, and was surprised.

Behind him, Song Yan, Li Ru and others laughed and urged. After Cao Yong coughed, he continued to recite: "The spring breeze blows sober up, it's slightly cold, and the hills are slanted, but they welcome you."

"Looking back, there is no wind, rain or sunshine when you go back."

In the second half of the verse, Cao Yong recited it in a heavier tone.

After reading it, even Song Yan, Li Ru, Sun Jingxuan, Chen Xiyan and other old people were all in emotion and meditation...

This is not just about writing about wind and rain, it is clearly about writing about them.

Looking back, I have always been bleak...

Go back...
To be continued...