"Is something bothering you, old gentleman?"

Seeing the old man's preoccupied look, Situ Xi took a leisurely sip of tea and asked him casually.

But the old man didn't seem to want to talk about these things.

"It's a little trivial matter, so don't mention it. But my dear, are you here to participate in the poetry meeting?"

"Yes, I'm about to go to the Taoyuan Poetry Club."

"Taoyuan Poetry Club... Why are you still hanging around here, little friend?"

"The invitation said that the poetry meeting will start at You hour, and there is still half an hour. There is no rush." ​​Situ Xi explained the situation to the old man.

"This must be your first time participating in a poetry meeting, so it's best to go in advance. You may not know that poetry clubs usually set up some interesting activities before the poetry meeting. Since you are going to have fun, if you can't complete it,

It's always a pity to experience it." After saying this, he looked at Situ Xi with a smile and continued: "Besides, I heard that latecomers will be punished with half a jar of wine. Don't forget to recite poems, little friend.

This man is completely drunk."

The pre-meeting activities, I think they should be some singing and dancing, so you have to go and enjoy them.

Half a jar of fine wine... After having a few drinks a few nights ago, Situ Xi found that the amount of alcohol in his body was far different from that in his previous life. After drinking even a little light wine, his head felt a little dizzy, and even Zhongli Zhen couldn't drink it.

This penalty for being late actually uses the altar as a unit, which is obviously not something I can bear.

It would be better to join the meeting in advance.

"Is there such a thing? Thank you sir for reminding me. I will leave now and thank you sir for the tea."

"Madam, let's go."

He stood up and saluted the old man and the middle-aged man again. The two sides never asked each other's names. The old man smiled and nodded slightly to Situ Xi, and that was the end of this chance encounter.

"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

When the couple walked some distance away and looked at their backs, the old man recited the poem just now loudly, his voice full of sadness.

When the middle-aged man next to him heard him reciting poetry, he did not express emotion at how beautiful the poems were. He also had a sad look on his face, looking at the old man to comfort him worriedly.

"Ming Gong, when it comes to the ruler and his ministers, they are close when they are far away, and they are distant when they are close. If you don't use it, leave it and ask for it. Leaving Xuan'an may not be a bad thing for the future. Please don't take it to heart. I'm leaving now.

……take care."

"I'm not worried about my situation, it's just that Your Majesty wants to do something ridiculous... I tried my best to stop him this time, but Your Majesty still insists on going his own way. If I am not in Xuan'an in the future, who can stand up."

"It is better to die than to live silently. Be careful and draw up a plan for me. I will go to the palace to meet the saint."

The old man straightened his clothes.

…

In the Fenjiang peach garden, there are colorful fallen flowers.

This peach garden is very large, with a stream flowing through it. The owner has built a singing stage in the center of the garden, on which dancing girls are waving their sleeves in the wind, singing and dancing.

A group of men and women wearing brocade robes sat in the elegant seats under the stage. They were chatting and laughing, or discussing their recent masterpieces, or discussing the romantic affairs they had heard about in their daily lives. The atmosphere was harmonious, and the Taoyuan was full of joy.

In a pavilion behind the singing stage, three young men in gorgeous clothes were looking angry.

"Your Highness, Xu Yilin is really nothing. He eats everything and eats everything. Seeing that the poetry meeting is about to happen, he actually voted for that bastard Fang Di at this time."

The young man on the right is speaking. He holds a folding fan and wears a feather crown. He is the thinnest among the three. When he speaks at this moment, he has a cold eyebrow and a cold look, not towards the prince in the middle, but looking at the open space in the distance.

"Yes, brother, what can we do? In this way, we will no longer be able to compete with those people in Qingfengji." On the left side of the prince is a fat man. He is the cousin of Prince Mi. He looks panicked at the moment, a little bit.

impatient.

"Don't think about this for now. We are about to write the preface for the poetry meeting. Erlang, without Xu Yilin, will we still have members who are good at parallel prose?" Zuo Chenyan, the prince of Mi Wang, sat between the two of them. His face was gloomy, and he was writing poems.

Something like this went wrong before the meeting started, which they didn't expect.

"Yes, yes, it's just...it's just that it's a little far behind Xu Yilin's level. If we let people deal with it casually, we will lose face from the beginning." The fat man on the left, known as Erlang, listened.

When I saw this question, I immediately became sad again.

"What should we do?" Zuo Chenyan was in trouble.

"Your Highness, if this were not the case, there would be a lot of fun before the poem meeting. Let's just decide the loser in the form of a game, and let the loser come forward to write the preface. In this way, even if the quality of the preface is slightly inferior,

No one should be able to criticize it. After all, it was the result of an act of fun, and it can barely be regarded as an elegant and beautiful talk." The thin young man on the right closed the folding fan and suddenly thought of an idea.

"That's all we have to do. It's just that I lost one move at this point. It's really frustrating." Zuo Chenyan agreed in a deep voice and pinched his thigh with his hand.

…

He handed the invitation in his hand to the steward guarding the garden gate. As soon as Situ Xi and Zhong Lizin entered the door, a special carriage pulled them forward.

This was Situ Xi's first time riding an ancient carriage. Because the carriage was relatively high-end, he did not feel any discomfort along the way.

Just after entering the main venue of the Poetry Society, Situ Xi suddenly found that all the singing and dancing performers on the stage were taking their final bow. It happened to be the end of the show. He couldn't help but feel a pity. Who doesn't like to appreciate the art of dance?

When the singers came off the stage, a thin young man stepped onto the stage again.

"Look, Mr. Bai is actually on stage in person!"

As soon as this man appeared on the stage, he attracted the attention of all the talents and beauties present. He pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and then cleared his throat.

"Everyone, before the poetry meeting begins, how about we have a fun time together?"

No one responded to him immediately, and everyone was waiting for his next message.

"You are all well-known talents and beauties in Xuan'an, and you are naturally good at reciting poems. However, a gentleman has six arts. There happens to be a place in this peach garden where people can shoot arrows and throw pots. Before the poetry meeting, why don't we use it as an appetizer?

, the men use white arrows to determine the ranking, and the women use pot throwing to determine the winner. Everyone present must participate, and the loser does not need to drink. I will write a preface for this Taoyuan Poetry Meeting. What do you think?"


Chapter completed!