Standing in the crowd, Jian Chuan is still thinking about whether to go in, how can he go in? See Qiu Lanxu this cricket, pretending to make a groaning: "Shen Shen is even more urgent, and it is gradually gone.
Ming, the moonlight one day snow. "
"The night is quiet, but it is even more drum, blowing the lights to sleep, the moonlight is clear, the windows are clearer and the cold night scene.
Enter."
The sound is old, and from the water pavilion, the light fluttering seems to be a grand atmosphere into the hearts of the people, so he listened to someone in the crowd speculation: "Listening to the sound, the water pavilion is not the new official of the official minister Fan Chunren Fan Shangshu?
What? Fan Chunren's son of Fan Zhongyan? If it was really him, he had to go in and see.
Thinking like this, Jian Chuan immediately moved to move slowly.
Before it was closer, he was pulled by one person, but it was Ge Chunzhu. He only listened to his whisper and begged: "Brother Jane, please, wait for me to enter, you will go in again."
Jian Chuan would immediately care about the limelight of himself to grab him and Qiu Lan. He was still doubting that Qiu Lan had entered. Why did Ge Chunzhu not appear? Now I understand.
You are showing off.
Jian Chuan even sent poems, and naturally he would not disturb the interests of the two in this stall, so he nodded without anger, urging: "Isn't it fast?"
"Okay, let's go, so go."
After that, I walked out of my head and walked out of the crowd to stand on the corridor.
"Stilling and quiet, suddenly and natural, just right, good poems, the son, please come in."
After Ge Chunzhu entered, three or five people went in. They were all scholars and had to face, so no good poetry would be ugly in public, so almost all those who dare to appear can get their wishes.
Lu Xiannan also went in, and after following Ge Chunzhu, the "Huanxi Sand" was stunning the audience. Although the distance was a bit worse, it was enough to draw the head.
There are real materials, but the poor Ge Chunzhu stopped Jianchuan, but couldn't stop Lu Xian, so the realistic of this limelight.
At this time, when Jian Chuan was about to appear, Bai Lady came to Jianchuan again.
Jian Chuan was unwilling at all, thinking that if this was known by Su Chaer, I didn't know what moths were going to make, so ask: "I will not talk to Lu Gongzi very well.
ah."
Women, especially beautiful women, no matter whether they have fallen into the dynasties, there seems to be priority. If this poem will be, if the man wants to enter the inside, he must use dry poetry to knock the stepping tiles. If a woman wants to enter, then the woman wants
Just follow a man. Previously, there were already examples, and the big guys were not surprised.
Bai Niangzi naturally heard the reluctance in Jian Chuan's tone, and saw that the eyes were filled with mist instantly. Jian Chuan saw it at first sight.
I can pinch my nose and recognize it, and dudes my mouth: "Okay, take the magical power, let me, come with me."
After hearing, Bai Niangzi broke his tears for a smile, and he held up Jian Chuan's arm intimately. The two stepped on the promenade in this attention.
"If life is just like the first sight, what happened to the autumn wind and sorrowful painting fan."
Only these two sentences have already crowned the moment.
The word "Miao" came out from the water pavilion, and Jian Chuan continued to chant: "It is a matter of leisure but the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change."
"Ran also."
"The Laoshan Language stopped the night and half, and the tears and rain were not complained. Why is Bo Xing Jin Yi Lang, wishes than Yiyi."
It is done in one go, expressing the chest.
When I saw the crowboy in the field, the crows were silent, and everyone was surprised and inexplicably.
For a long time, the old voice in the water pavilion sounded: "If the song is like a complaint, like the sadness of the spirit song, as well as the whole bone of ice and snow, it is endless, wonderful words, let the older look at it, which one is, which one is, which one is, which
Great Cai. ""
Looking at the sound, I saw a tall old man walking out of the water. Although he followed a group of people behind Wu Yan, the old man was all sad and lost in this magnificent reflection.
In the historical book, Fan Zhongyan's four sons, only the second son got all his bones, really.
At the beginning of the rebirth, Jian Chuan set a rule for himself. He could recommend himself, but he must not be historian.
Table inch.
"Student Jianchuan, I have seen Fan Shangshu."
"Oh, it turned out to be the son of Jian." Peach Blossom Song "is already a handed down. Today's work is not too much. It really is the most popular.
Jian Chuanlian said that he didn't dare to be.
Yu Guang glanced at Qiu Lanxi and Ge Chunzhu's face, and also saw Lu Xian's gloomy face. As for the white lady, at the beginning of Fan Chunren's appearance, he was far away from Jianchuan.
But I dare not lean forward.
After all, Hua Kui is just Hua Kui. The literati may be rushing, but in the face of the two members of the DPRK, if you dare to meet each other, you can contempt.
Very.
However, Jian Chuan was taken by Fan Chunren to the end of the water pavilion, and under the arrangement of Fan Chunren, An An was sitting on the seat of the first seat in the left hand.
Such a masterpiece.
The fact is true. There is Jianchuan's "Magnolia" Pearl Yu in the front, but later, the people are discouraged. Even though there are a few self -proclaimed and clever, everyone feels boring after recitation.
After a long time, no one would walk up the promenade again. If so, the middle -aged man who sat opposite the first Fan Chunren stood up. He previously introduced that Jian Chuan knew that this person was Ouyang's eldest son Ouyangfa.
It is a poem party. When there is a set of poems, Ouyang Fa should be prepared. However, after listening to Jian Chuan's poems, he has no confidence. Fortunately, his father Ouyang Xiuzhi is so ancient, and there are many poems.
No one would say any gossip in the opening of the opening, but he could still fight the name of the father of Burmese's father.
As a result, Ouyang Fa's settings chanted in Ouyang Xiu's masterpiece "Langtao Sand · Wish Wine Dongfeng".
Said: I wish the wine to wish Dongfeng, and calmly. The yang Yang Zimo Luo City East. He always joined hands at that time, swimming through Fang Cong.
Who is the same?
After that, Fan Chunren praised: "Just coincide, drink this cup together."