"This article is excellent, with good diction. What is even more commendable is its broad-mindedness. I feel that there is no other preface written by anyone in the Xuan'an Poetry Society in recent years."

In a pavilion by the Fenjiang River, three elders are drinking on the top floor. They are the gentlemen who have been commentating on various poetry societies in the city these days. At this moment, the old man in the middle is holding a piece of manuscript paper in his hand.

It is clearly the preface to Peach Garden written by Situ Xi just now.

"In my opinion, this kind of article must not be listed on the prestigious list because it is a pile of rhetoric and a flamboyant writing style, so as not to mislead future generations of literary styles."

The old man on the right has a different view. He thinks this preface is flashy and unrealistic.

"Brother Yan, do you think Xu Yilin's preface is better than this "Peach Garden Preface"? I'm a little surprised why you praise him so much every year. He should not be your nephew. Could it be that you accept it?"

Do you benefit others?"

Before the old man in the middle could say anything, the man on the left bluntly asked Yan Lao who had just objected.

After hearing this, the old man named Yan became angry and immediately stood up and looked at the old man on the far left.

"Mr. Cheng, don't talk nonsense. I comment on poetry from my true heart. You mentioned the smell of copper, which is insulting to gentlemen!"

"Hey, it's just a review, don't get angry. Since Lao Cheng agrees, let's pass the two votes and ask someone to post this "Peach Garden Preface" on the list for students passing by to observe."

The man in the middle should have the highest status among the three. After he said this, the matter was brought to an end.

Yan Lao snorted coldly and threw Xu Yilin's manuscript on the ground. The others looked at the manuscript on the table again.

"Is Situ Xi of the Peach Blossom Poetry Club the guest of Prince Mi? I haven't heard of it before, but why does it feel familiar?"

…

The poetry meeting was indeed boring, and Situ Xi couldn't feel the fun in it anyway. He came here today purely to complete the task. He had no intention of reciting poems and composing poems. The preface just now was just forced to be put up, which was expected.

external actions.

After the poetry meeting officially began, the students separated into small groups to drink and feast. During this period, if there were any good works, they would copy them themselves and give them to the servants responsible for collecting them.

Zuo Chenyan and other members of the Peach Blossom Poetry Club gathered together to worry about the Fenghua List. It seemed that the original intention of their poetry club was just to achieve their own goals. To put it bluntly, it was just to compete with others in literary competition.

Fighting for breath is even more boring, more like children fighting in a group.

The news that "Preface to Peach Garden" had just appeared on the prestigious list came, and the people in the poetry club were excited, which greatly boosted their morale.

The rest of the people also cast envious glances at Situ Xi. During this period, many men and women came to toast him and greet him. Two or three men also proposed to compete with him in poetry, but he refused one by one on the grounds that he was not good at poetry. What happened next

There are fewer people.

Women don't drink much. They mostly play games such as flying flowers, shooting and flying on one side.

There were also some students and guests who were thinking hard and discussing continuously.

Some people hope that their poems will be appreciated by Prince Mi and receive some reward, and some even hope to achieve a bright future by writing one or two shocking poems.

These ideas are a bit naive, and young literati still do not understand the difference between poetic talent and comprehensive talent.

If only one or two poems could lead to a prosperous future, there would not be so many talented poets who are ambitious and unable to serve the country.

This kind of playful poetry meeting should be treated as entertainment and should not be taken seriously.

…

"Brother, Qingfengji has already published a poem on the list."

"Even after the spring breeze has died down, the night rain is still coming back. I will come here again in the Ming Dynasty, and I am afraid that there will be few fallen flowers. Is this a poem about spring, square embankment?"

Hearing the bad news brought by Zuo Yu, Zuo Chenyan looked at the talented men and women drinking and having fun in the peach garden, feeling powerless.

It’s not that the members don’t write poems, it’s just that the poems they have written so far are not considered good works.

My Peach Blossom Poetry Society is getting farther and farther away from the level of Qingfengji. In the final analysis, it is still a question of the leader. Duke Lu is at the top of the court, and his father spends all his time living and drinking, and he doesn’t know where he is at the moment.

His poetry skills are much inferior to Fangdi's.

"Ask Situ Xi again. He is good at writing parallel prose, so how can he not understand poetry?"

"Brother, he just rejected me. If he said he's not good at it, he's really not good at it. If he really knows it, he won't shirk it." Zuo Yu thought he knew Situ Xi very well. After all, he had just shot an arrow.

I said I wasn't good at it, but I didn't believe it, and I almost got hurt.

"Gather everyone together to think of a song to try. Even if you can put it together, just put it together for me."

…

There were no acquaintances here, so Situ Xi finally sat down with Zhong Lizin. There were not many people on the long table in front of them, and Zhong Lizhen happened to be sitting on the edge. Situ Xi took a stool and sat next to her.

Most of the women on the side were more conservative. When they saw Situ Xi sitting over, they were just surprised and did not take the initiative to say hello to him. However, the two girls beside Zhong Lizhen immediately waved to him generously.

"I have seen the Nine Kings, and the preface just now is really eye-opening."

A thin and tall woman saluted Situ Xi first. Another girl next to her in a peach blossom dress just looked at Situ Xi and nodded.

"Ms. sir, this is Sister Chen Yunchen, and this is Sister Yan Yueyan. They are my old friends." Zhong Lizhen introduced these two pretty women to Situ Xi. The one who spoke just now was Yan Yue.

The silent one was Chen Yun.

"Zhen'er, what do you mean by being friends in the past? Could it be that now that you are married, you no longer recognize us?" Yan Yue held Zhongli Zhen's sleeves with her hands.

"I've met the two girls." Situ Xidian gestured to the two of them.

"You two are a perfect match. This poem will be so lively and joyful. Why are you sitting here instead of going to the stream with us to admire the moon?"

Yan Yue and Chen Yun were standing at this time, probably about to leave. When they saw that Situ Xi and Zhong Lizin had no intention of leaving their positions, they invited them to go to watch the moon together.

"You go ahead, I won't go, I'll just have a few drinks here..."

"Then we'll leave."

…

There were many fewer people around. Zhong Lixin poured a glass of wine for Situ Xi. She picked up the wine pot, filled the wine glass in front of him to half, put it next to his hand, and asked him softly: "Why don't you, sir?"

Drinking with them, writing poems and making drinking orders?"

He picked up the wine cup and took a sip. When he heard Zhongli's question, Situ Xi turned his head to look at her, then turned to pick up the fine pen on the table and wrote two words on the rice paper: Shefu.

This made Zhongli Min guess like a fool.

After seeing the words on the paper, after thinking about it for a while, Zhongli Min also picked up the pen and paper in front of him and responded to him with the same two words on the paper: boring.

After writing, he looked at Situ Xi and blinked.

Seeing the two words on the paper, Situ Xi burst into laughter and wrote: There is no colorful phoenix flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.

It turns out that the couple don't really like such occasions.

Pushing the paper in front of her, Zhongli picked it up and took a look. Her cheeks quickly turned red and she folded the paper slightly. This sentence was so beautiful.

Seeing her shyness, Situ Xi found it interesting. He drank another drink and looked at her with a smile. Zhongli quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. He changed the subject and said: "My lord, why don't you write a complete poem to keep a souvenir for today?"

."

complete……

Perhaps the drunkenness had some effect. After hearing Zhong Lixin's words, Situ Xi did not hesitate. He picked up a new piece of paper and pen, swung the pen and ink, and finished the work in one go.

After a moment, another piece of paper was handed to Zhongli Min.

She was about to reach out to take it, but first a white plain hand reached out to the paper.

"Ah, I forgot the sachet on the table. What is Min'er writing?"

It was Yan Yue who turned back again.

Before Zhongli Xin could say anything to stop her, she had already opened the rice paper in her hand and read out along with the text.

"Bish wine to the east wind, and let's be calm together. The willows are hanging on the purple road in the east of the city. We always join hands at that time and travel through the fragrant bushes.

Gathering and separation are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's. Unfortunately, next year's flowers will be even better. Who do you know?"

Yan Yue's voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, and could be easily heard by the people around her.

After reciting this word, everyone's eyes focused again. Zuo Chenyan closed the folding fan in his hand, his eyes filled with light.


Chapter completed!