The moon and stars are sparse, the evening breeze blows, and the peach blossoms are flying.

In the women's pot throw just now, Zhong Lixin hit two shots in a row, which made Situ Xi feel a little embarrassed.

The little episode just now did not have much impact on everyone's interest. A banquet was already being held in the Taoyuan. Talented people and beauties were sitting on the left and right sides. There was a long table in front of everyone, with drinks and delicacies spread out on it.

Prince Mi, Zuo Yu, and Bai Han were sitting at the head of the row on the left. Situ Xi happened to be sitting at the end of the row. He was thinking in his mind which masterpiece of a famous artist to carry at a moment.

Seeing that everyone was seated, Zuo Ana took up the wine glass, stood up and looked around at all the guests.

"Everyone, the moon is rising, and the day will pass in a blink of an eye. We are gathered here, and we have to have fun in time. This is not the first time for the Peach Blossom Poetry Club to gather, so there is no need to talk too much. Let's have a drink together, and the poetry meeting will begin now."

All the guests stood up and raised their glasses. The men drank soju and the women drank fruit tea.

"Just now while we were doing pot-tossing and archery, one of the guests lost his focus and disturbed everyone. To apologize to you, he will write a preface to tonight's poetry meeting. Do you have any objections?"

Having said this, Zuo Chenyan filled up another glass and saluted Situ Xi, who was sitting at the bottom.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him in the direction Zuo Chenyan was looking, Situ Xi smiled bitterly and picked up the wine cup to drink with him.

These talented men and beauties were also sizing up Situ Xi silently. They searched for memories about this man in their memories, but they all felt that this man was a bit unfamiliar, maybe he was a new dignitary in the city.

Seeing that the other guests were silent, Zuo Chenyan smiled and said to Situ Xi, "In that case, I'll leave it to Brother Situ."

When Zuo Chenyan sat down, Zuo Yu quickly whispered in his ear: "Brother, my father specifically told me a few days ago to try not to have contact with this person..."

"Your Highness, I think this move is very clever. Later, Situ Xi's preface will be lost to the Qingfengji people, so we will write his identity on the preface. Outsiders will only be held hostage by him.

I am attracted by the name and will not talk about my Peach Blossom Poetry Society." Bai Han has his own opinion on this.

"Don't make any noise, let's take a look first." Zuo Chenyan poured himself a glass of wine and looked towards the field.

There is a special high-legged desk between the seats on both sides, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones placed on it. Under the gaze of everyone, Situ Xi strode to the desk. He was about to study ink and pick up a pen, but was stopped by a maid-looking woman next to him.

People stopped me.

"Sir, you only need to recite it, and my slave will write the record."

…

"Zhen'er, is that your husband?"

Where the women gathered on the right, Zhongli Min was surrounded by two women of similar age to her. They didn't look like sisters, but they were both wearing pink dresses at the moment. They must have made an appointment with her in advance.

At this time, the dim peach blossoms on the peach trees at night are generally the same color.

They should be Zhongli Min's old acquaintances.

"Your eyes have never left his body since just now... It turns out that he looks like this, but you don't know the difference between the poetry of Zhao State and the style of poetry of Chu State?"

"Since he is a prince, he should be proficient in poetry, but I don't know if he is good at parallel prose."

"Yin'er, I heard before that your husband..."

The two girls exchanged words with each other in Zhongli's ears, and the topic turned from poetry to some gossip and finally to private conversations between women in the boudoir.

Some of the words they said gradually made Zhongli's face turn red, but she did not answer. She just looked at Situ Xi, who had his hands behind his hands. She felt quite worried. She had never seen her husband write parallel prose, so naturally she didn't know.

Is he good at it?

…

The maid was very familiar with her, so she quickly prepared the pen and ink, and then lit some incense in the incense burner on the desk. For a while, there was only a faint smoke. This is what is called adding fragrance to red sleeves.

The maid held a pen, and there was silence in the place. Everyone was waiting for Situ Xi to kick off today's poetry meeting.

On a spring night in Taoyuan, nothing could be more suitable for the current occasion than that preface. Situ Xi collected his thoughts, no longer hesitated, took two steps forward, and spoke loudly.

"Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations."

It's only a few sentences, but it's full of majesty.

Many talented people and beauties were a little moved. This opening encompassed time, space, and all things of all generations. This person must have a broad mind and have real materials. He is obviously not a person who is just trying to gain fame.

Zuo Chenyan and others were also secretly surprised that the ninth prince of the Zhao Kingdom was not an ordinary person as rumored.

"But life is like a dream, how much joy is there? The ancients held candles and went out at night, which is good. What's more, Yangchun calls me with smoke and scenery, and the big pieces pretend to be me with articles."

At this point in writing, Zhongli was relieved and no longer worried. Some of the so-called talented women beside her also had stars in their eyes at this moment.

Picking up the folding fan on the table, Situ Xi walked around the table, looked up at the peach trees in bloom on both sides, and continued to chant:

"Meeting in the garden of peach blossoms is the beginning of an elegant pleasure. The guests and friends are all seated, and we are singing songs. The enjoyment has not stopped, and the talk has turned clear. We have a beautiful banquet, sit on the flowers, fly to the wine cup, and be drunk by the moon. Without good songs, how can we sing?

Elegant and beautiful? If you fail to write a poem, you will be punished with three cups of wine."

This is the end of this article adapted from the poet Li Bai's "Spring Night Banquet from the Peach Garden". Because it involves some allusions that may not exist in this world, Situ Xi made some deletions and modifications, but this is not

Influence what he uses to cope with the situation.

The maid on the side kept fixing her hands while writing, and occasionally raised her head to look at Situ Xi quietly, showing respect in her eyes.

“What a great article!”

The first person to break the quiet atmosphere was the chubby Zuo Yu who had just been frightened by Situ Xi. He looked at Zuo Chenyan beside him with excitement and said to him:

"Brother, this parallel prose is really wonderful! If it serves as the preface to the collection of poems produced by this poetry meeting, it will be more than enough! Maybe by then our poems will be stained by the light of this parallel prose and spread."

Zuo Yu seemed to really love literature. His admiration for this work was unabashed. His voice was loud and his comments were listened to by everyone in the audience.

Zuo Chenyan was recalling this article. When he heard his cousin's words, he couldn't help but glare at him. It was better to talk about these words in private, but it would inevitably hurt the hearts of some talented people in the audience if they heard them.

Discussions gradually started to spread, and the voices of admiration from the talented and beautiful ladies on both sides could be heard endlessly. Although there must be some people among them who were sour and dissatisfied, they actually did not have the confidence to compete with this preface.

"If the poem fails, you will be punished with three drinks of wine! Good, good! Brother Situ is really a great talent. His articles have the potential to swallow up mountains and rivers. You gentlemen, why not drink a drink together for this preface!"

When the discussion subsided, Zuo Chenyan immediately raised his glass and invited everyone to toast Situ Xi together.

"His Royal Highness, you are so flattering." Seeing that everyone was really raising their glasses to him, Situ Xi couldn't resist, so he took another drink.

At this moment, Bai Han hurriedly pulled Zuo Chenyan's robe and reminded him in a low voice:

"Your Highness, you should make a copy as soon as possible and send it to the Fenghua List..."

"Yes, yes, brother, quickly ask someone to make a copy and send it to you. This is business!" Zuo Yu also smiled happily.


Chapter completed!