News that the Lin family held a poetry gathering in Yuexian Tower spread without warning, but when the scholars in the city heard that someone was going to display four beautiful poems that could be famous all over the world, they gathered there one after another.
At this time, in Yuexian Tower, there were several dancers dancing on the high platform on the first floor. The backgrounds of the screens behind them all changed from paintings of beauties and landscapes to calligraphy works, and the decorations everywhere were also replaced by calligraphy and painting.
There are long tables arranged in a row around the high platform, with paper, ink, pens and inkstones placed on them. Some scholars are already holding pens to discuss the poems they have recently thought of with their close friends.
The stands and boxes upstairs have long been reserved. The four treasures of the study are also placed on the copper-colored tables in the stands, as well as various desserts and snacks that are not available downstairs. Some guests who have already taken their seats will order two girls to accompany them.
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As for the private rooms, their biggest advantage is that they are private. People outside have no idea what is going on inside. For example, although a small sound of gasping can be heard from a private room with the satin curtains lowered, outsiders can't see anything except relying on daydreams.
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Many girls were lying on the railing on the second floor, flirting with passing guests, while a few looked downstairs, trying to find a few young and handsome scholars to spend the night with.
But a charming figure on the third floor seemed out of place. She looked sad and wanted to get rid of the bucket-waisted woman beside her: "Mother Yang, it's getting late, I should go home!"
"Ah, Xiao Ran, the poetry festival is so lively today, please stay in the building for a while. I remember you used to like poetry, didn't you?" Yang's mother held on to Jiang Ran tightly, looking earnest.
Jiang Ran sighed. She was already in a stalemate with the other party over a stick of incense. It seemed that she couldn't go back earlier today. She didn't know if Jiu'er would be worried, and he... he probably wouldn't come to pick her up today.
Just yourself.
The two struggled for a while, and Jiang Ran had no choice but to nod and agree: "Okay, then I'll go in and take a rest."
"Okay, okay, you've been playing the pipa all afternoon, so you need to take a good rest!" When Yang's mother heard that she was not leaving, a smile appeared on her bloated cheeks, and she quickly pushed Jiang Ran into the room.
After a while, she came out of the room and told the guy guarding the door: "Keep an eye on her and try not to let her leave the third floor!"
"Yes!" the two guys answered one after another.
Mother Yang nodded with satisfaction, glanced meaningfully into the room, then turned and left, murmuring: "Xiao Ran, don't blame mother, if I don't give you to Lin Zican, my Yuexian Tower will seriously
I can’t drive anymore!”
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For today's poetry meeting, the Lin family and the government jointly submitted a report, and the government reluctantly agreed to cancel today's curfew, so there is no need to worry about the poetry meeting starting later.
Half of Yuanri's body sank to the west mountain, leaving patches of afterglow in the sky.
A luxurious carriage stopped outside Yuexian Tower. Lin Zican, the young master of the Lin family, got out, looked up at the plaque, straightened his clothes, and walked in quickly.
Mother Yang was already waiting at the door. When she saw him coming, she quickly greeted him with a smile: "I have met Mr. Lin."
"Well, how is the thing you were asked to do?" Lin Zican rested at home for nearly a month. After recovering from his injury, he sent someone to inquire about Jiang Ran, but found out that Tang Ji had been living in her house for a long time.
When someone else picked the fruit from the tree he had planted for so long, he became furious and planned to break up the tree.
Mother Yang blinked and lowered her voice and replied: "Don't worry, everything is ready!"
Hearing this, Lin Zican raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with satisfaction: "You know the truth!"
At this moment, Butler Luo, who was following him, reminded him softly: "Young Master, I have ordered you to put the overall situation first. It is best to go through the procedures of the poetry meeting first, so as not to cause more troubles."
"Okay, okay, I got it." Lin Zican waved his hand impatiently and walked straight in.
Not long after, Lin Zican, led by Mother Yang, walked all the way to the most luxurious box on the second floor, where an old man and a young man were already waiting.
Lin Zican raised his eyebrows lightly and walked slowly to Li Runsheng's side: "Student Lin Zican pays homage to Dr. Li."
"Hahaha, Mr. Lin, you don't need to be polite." Li Runsheng quickly stood up and returned the greeting, then raised his hand to signal him to sit down.
Lin Zican chose a position with a wide view, sat down with a puff of sleeves, glanced at Liu Long beside him, smiled and said, "This must be Mr. Liu!"
"Master Lin." Liu Long's eyes flashed slightly. He never thought that a poor scholar like him could be on an equal footing with a rich young man like Lin Zican. After experiencing the superiority brought by his status, he decided in his heart that no matter what, he would give the third
A talented man took his position.
Lin Zican picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then continued: "Young master Liu can write four good poems at such a young age, he must have a bright future!"
"Don't dare." Liu Lu came to his senses and replied humbly.
Next, the two chatted for a while, and they didn't stop until Li Runsheng said that he wanted to take Liu Lu to meet someone.
After a while, Liu Long followed Li Runsheng to the stands on the other side of the second floor and bowed to the old man who was kneeling on the soft seat and holding a pen while writing.
"I will pay my respects to Professor Chen!"
"Students meet Professor Chen!"
Professor Chen glanced at the two of them and nodded slightly. He didn't ask until he finished writing the words in his hand: "Is this the person who wrote those four beautiful lines?"
"Professor, that's right!" After Li Runsheng answered, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Once Liu Long's name spreads, his reputation as a teacher will naturally increase a lot. Then we will see how this old guy can still rely on his old age!
But Professor Chen’s face was indifferent and he continued to hold the pen and said: “I hope the sentence you completed will not disappoint me.”
Liu Hao swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat, slowly cupped his hands and said, "Yes!"
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Soon after, the dancers on the stage stopped their movements and retreated quickly.
Lin Zican led the people down the stairs, glanced around the crowd, and stepped onto the high platform.
Upon seeing this, the scholars in the building suddenly became quiet and turned their gazes over.
Lin Zican coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Thank you for coming to the Lin Yue Poetry Party held by my Lin family. Tonight, you can freely review the poems. If you think your poems are good, you can hand them over to the people on the second floor.
Judge, the judge will make a judgment and ranking. In addition to receiving a hundred taels of silver, the person at the top of the list will also be borne by my Lin family for the next month's expenses in Yuexian Tower!"
"Okay!" In an instant, there was deafening applause in the building.
Lin Zican flicked his sleeves, raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and continued: "But before that, I would like to introduce you to a talented man. He is knowledgeable and talented. He wrote four beautiful poems in one month.
, and every capital can be sung through the ages, let us invite Liu Long, Mr. Liu!"
Hearing this, Liu Lu walked up from the stage and saluted downwards with a smile on his face.
Lin Zican couldn't help but glance towards the third floor and found Jiang Ran lying on the railing. The desire in his heart was suddenly aroused. He just wanted to end it quickly. He quickly raised his hand and shouted: "Let go!"
"Rumble~"
A long beige leather scroll fell from four directions on the third floor. Each long scroll was two feet long and two feet wide. The dragon-flying words in it shocked the scholars in the building.
Suddenly, a scholar in the crowd shouted: "There are poems written on it!"