"Brother Kong is calm today. We are about to arrive at the West Lake. Why don't you take action?" A talented man picked up the wine glass with a smile, glanced at the dancing woman in front of him, and then returned to the side.

On men.

"Haha, brother Guang'an, isn't it the same? Yun Miaozhu from Taohuayuan and Yu Xiaoqin from Qingxiufang are here today. This kind of situation is not common. There are quite a few masterpieces today, but there are not many who can catch the eye of the teacher.

, if you wait a little longer, it won’t be too late to reach West Lake.” The man smiled.

These two people are none other than Kong Chengyun, who is known as one of the four great talents of Donglin Society, and the other is Guang Anjun, who is equally famous.

One represents the academic school, and the other represents the ordinary school. Now that they meet, they are really at odds with each other.

"Haha, Brother Cheng Peng just wrote a poem, but it has already been taken by Yun Miaozhu. I guess Brother Cheng Peng is very lucky today." A somewhat thin young man said with a smile.

"Oh? You don't have to play riddles here anymore. Please tell me about Brother Cheng Peng's masterpiece so that we can appreciate it and see if it can really penetrate the eyes of Yun Miaozhu in Peach Blossom Spring..." Sitting there

A tall young man on one side smiled and played with the sachet in his hand.

He put it under his nose and sniffed it, and slowly exhaled a breath of orchid. He was so intoxicated that he didn't know which girl's personal belongings it was.

Now on the Donglin Society's boat, two of Donglin's four great talents are already sitting, namely Kong Chengyun and Yu Liang holding the sachet, as well as the long-famous Guang Anjun and Chen Qinian, who have gathered in Hangzhou

A well-known talent among them.

"Yes, brother Lesheng, tell us quickly so that we can learn more and make progress..." A man said with a smile.

"Haha, Brother Haowen is not on the boat at the Yanbin Building. This is not your style." Yu Liang pointed at the man, and everyone burst out laughing.

This man is none other than Yang Yufan, the third generation of the Yang family's silk merchants.

Hangzhou's silk industry ranks first among all Zhenan Prefectures, and among Hangzhou's Yang families, the Zhu family has the largest foundation. Their business is not limited to the six prefectures of Zhenan Prefecture, but also to Ningshan Prefecture, which is adjacent to Zhenan Prefecture.

Both Yichuan Prefecture and Huainan Prefecture have businesses.

The person who spoke was Yang Yufan, the third generation businessman of the Yang family. Sitting next to him was Zhu Haowen of the Zhu family.

Although the two of them are wealthy and have never been stingy with money when it comes to prostitution, as far as poetry and literature are concerned, they just don't write limericks. Most of the merchant families they interact with are like this, but the less they have, the more they are.

What do you like? It’s easy to please people with some poems every day. Naturally, you have good friends with these talented people. All the expenses on Donglin Society’s flower boat today were paid for by Yang Yufan.

"You don't know, Yun Miaozhu has a good personal relationship with Brother Cheng Peng. I'm afraid there will be a good story tonight, haha..." Zhu Haowen touched his somewhat fat chin and laughed.

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There was a lot of drinking and drinking, and occasionally one or two poems came out, but they were not good works. There were many students from Donglin, and there were also many talented people in Hangzhou, so naturally they could distinguish one from the other.

"How long has it been since the sky has passed? With a small amount of wine and clear credit, there is a small building. The same poem is a romantic, and people long for it. Before autumn comes, there will be a new continent." Yang Yufan picked up a poem in his hand and read it. It rhymed with the same words, but it was written for a woman.

poetry.

Chen Qinian shook his head and commented: "There is more than enough affection but not enough strength. The pattern is too small. I just make do with the first two sentences, but I don't understand the last two sentences. If there is one, let it be more straightforward. If there is no, then the first two sentences

It’s like chicken ribs, tasteless when eaten and a pity to throw away.”

After listening, everyone nodded frequently. Everyone still believed in Chen Qinian's talent and learning.

On the flower boat, there were warblers and swallows, and the music of sheng and flute was endless. On the flower boat, the Yudai River flowed several miles away. On the flower boat, Wang Ruoyan and Xing'er also saw many people from the shopping mall on the boat. They were seniors. They saluted.

, it belongs to a partner, so naturally I have to say hello a few times. Occasionally, I heard cheers. I wonder which talent has released a new work. Myolie ran to listen to the excitement and came back.

Tell Wang Ruoyan whether a scholar from Donglin or a gifted scholar from Hangzhou wrote some good sentences. Although Wang Ruoyan is the daughter of a merchant, she still likes literature. She has also studied classics and history, but her poems and songs are somewhat lacking, and she never

I sometimes think about it when I write these things, but I quickly give up the idea. It is better to be more pragmatic and do the things in hand well.

Jiang Ning asked over there: "How do you say that?"

Yue Ya bit her lip: "Uncle, please don't ask. Anyway, Yue Ya is doing it for the good of my uncle and young lady. My uncle is also a talented man. If... if the young lady knows about it..."

Jiang Ning smiled and said: "No, I just read the book. They say that I am a talented person, but they think highly of me." He shook his head.

However, Yue Ya thought that if she gave her uncle's poems to the young lady, the young lady's favorable impression of her uncle would definitely be further improved. The young lady left on the wedding day and her uncle was also poisoned. She knew all this, and the two were just married.

Just the name.

"Uncle, don't think too much. It's just that Yue Ya thinks that Miss Tian is exhausted every day. If Yue Ya takes my uncle's poems and asks someone to compose a song and sings it to Miss, it can be regarded as helping Miss to relax and not have to collapse all day long.

It's so tight." Yue Ya's face turned red, and she held the corners of her clothes with both hands and hurriedly explained: "The songs sung outside are all about brothels and filthy words. You can't sing them to young ladies. After thinking about it, I thought that my uncle could

I’m writing a song.”

Jiang Ning knew that this girl didn't have any thoughts, so she did it with good intentions. Those good nouns and sentences were basically covered by the brothel. If she could find any new poems, they would just be limericks.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full, I have a poem here, you can use it to compose music, I think it should be OK." Jiang Ning thought for a while, picked up the pen, and wrote five words on the rice paper on the table, "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"

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“The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea.

The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like sleet;

The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.

The river and the sky were of the same color without any dust, and there was a solitary moon in the bright sky.

Who by the river sees the moon for the first time? When does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon look alike every year.

I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds fade away slowly, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.

Whose family is in trouble tonight? Where can I miss Mingyue Tower?

The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror.

The jade curtain cannot be rolled out, and it comes back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil.

At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.

The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and leap into the water.

Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.

The flow of spring in the river is almost gone, and the moon has set in the river pool and is tilting to the west again.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
Chapter completed!