Standing in the crowd, Jian Chuan was still thinking about whether to go in and how to go in. When he saw Qiu Lanxi coming out of the crowd, he pretended to chant: "The sound of the drums became more and more urgent, and gradually the crowd stopped. Blowing the lights and windows made the sound louder.
Ming, the moon shines and it snows all day long.”
"It's late at night, but people are still beating drums, blowing lamps to sleep, the moon shines on the snow, and the windows are brighter, the cold night scene. The whole poem is concise and clear, fresh and pleasant, the night is quiet, the snow is bright. The image is appropriate, a good poem, please sir
Enter."
The voice was old and came from the waterside pavilion. It was light and airy but seemed to have a majestic air that went straight into people's hearts. Someone in the crowd speculated: "Listening to the voice, could it be Fan Chunren, the new official minister in the waterside pavilion?"
What? Fan Chunren, the commoner prime minister? Fan Zhongyan’s son? If it is really him, I will go in and have a look no matter what.
Thinking like this, Jian Chuan immediately moved and approached slowly.
As soon as he got closer, he was pulled by someone, but it was Ge Chunzhu. He only heard him begging in a low voice: "Brother Jian, please, wait for me to go in, and you can go in later."
Jian Chuan understood immediately. This was because he was afraid that he would steal the limelight from him and Qiu Lanxi. He was still wondering why Ge Chunzhu didn't show up even though Qiu Lanxi had already entered. Now he understood that he wanted to leave a window for them.
Show off to your own people.
Jian Chuan even sent poems, so naturally he wouldn't disturb the two of them at this stall, so he nodded angrily and urged: "Why don't you go quickly?"
"Okay, let's go now, let's go now."
After saying that, he walked out of the crowd with his head held high and stood on the porch, chanting: "The shepherd boy rides the ox, and his song shakes the forest. I want to catch the cicadas, but suddenly I stand with my mouth closed."
"From movement to stillness, suddenly and naturally, just right. What a poem. Sir, please come in."
After Ge Chunzhu went in, three or five people came in. They were all scholars and wanted to save face, so if they didn't have good poems, no one would show off in public. Therefore, almost everyone who dared to appear on the stage got what they wanted.
Lu Xian's fellow also entered, and closely followed Ge Chunzhu. This fellow's "Huanxi Sand" stunned the audience. Although it was still far away from being a masterpiece, it was enough to take the lead. Therefore, even Jian Chuan had to admit that this
I still have real talent, but pitiful Ge Chunzhu, he stopped Jian Chuan, but couldn't stop Lu Xian, so it was really frustrating to be in the limelight.
At this time, when Jian Chuan was about to appear, the White Lady came to Jian Chuan again, her eyebrows furrowed, and she said softly: "Young Master, please bring me in with you."
Jian Chuan was not willing at all, thinking that if Su Cha'er found out about this, he didn't know what kind of trouble would be caused, so he asked: "If you don't chat happily with Mr. Lu, why don't you go in with Mr. Lu?"
ah."
Women, especially beautiful women, always seem to have priority no matter how many dynasties they are put down. Just like this poetry gathering, if a man wants to enter, he must use his poems as a stepping stone, while if a woman wants to enter, she must
All you need to do is follow a man. There have been many examples before, and everyone is not surprised.
The white lady naturally heard the reluctance in Jian Chuan's tone, and her eyes were instantly filled with mist. When Jian Chuan saw this, although he knew that this woman was going to do that again, he had no way to deal with it, so he just
Neng pinched his nose and admitted it, then pouted and said, "Okay, okay, just put away your magical powers and just follow me."
Hearing this, Madam Bai instantly burst into tears and smiled. She held Jian Chuan's arm affectionately, and the two of them stepped onto the corridor in front of everyone's attention.
"If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan?"
Just these two sentences are enough to top the moment.
The word "Miao" came out from the waterside pavilion, and Jian Chuan continued to chant: "It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is easy to change the heart of an old friend."
"Of course."
"Lishan's words are gone until midnight, and the tears and rain are still ringing without complaint. How can I be so lucky to be a man in brocade, and I will make the same wish that day."
Complete it in one go and express your feelings directly.
Then there was complete silence in the venue, everyone was in a state of shock and confusion, only staring at Jian Chuan.
After a long time, the old voice in the waterside pavilion finally sounded: "It's like a song, like a complaint, like a spiritual song, as sad as ice and snow, but also lingering. What a wonderful word. Let me see who it is.
Great talent."
Following the sound, I saw a tall old man walking out of the waterside pavilion. Although there was a group of people behind him, their appearance was overshadowed by the majestic and upright appearance of the old man.
History books say that among Fan Zhongyan's four sons, only his second son achieved all of his character, and it was true.
At the beginning of his rebirth, Jian Chuan set a rule for himself: he could recommend himself as a historian, but he could never judge others. But when he first met Fan Chunren, Jian Chuan unconsciously respected Fan Chunren from the bottom of his heart and could only bow respectfully and chat.
Express your heart.
"Student Jian Chuan has met Fan Shangshu."
"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Jian. "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" has been handed down from generation to generation, and today's work is no less impressive. He is indeed the most romantic young man. I admire you very much. Please invite me soon."
Jian Chuan repeatedly said that he didn't dare to take it, but Fan Chunren warmly invited him, so he had to go in half a body behind.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the enthusiastic faces of Qiu Lanxi and Ge Chunzhu, and also saw the gloomy face of Lu Xian. As for the White Snake, when Fan Chunren appeared, she wisely took two steps away from Jian Chuan, although she entered the waterside pavilion with them.
But he no longer dared to move forward.
After all, oirans are just oirans, and literati may flock to them, but facing the second-rank officials of the dynasty, if you dare to flatter them without permission, it is contempt of official authority. If you are told to punish you, you will be punished. White Snake is very sensible, so be honest
Very.
However, it is said that Jian Chuan was taken to the end of the waterside pavilion by Fan Chunren, and sat in the first seat on the left under Fan Chunren's arrangement. The meaning of this arrangement is self-evident, and it is equivalent to concluding that there will not be another Jian Chuan song tonight.
Such a masterpiece.
This is indeed the case. Jian Chuan's song "Magnolia" was so good that the newcomers were daunted by it. Even if there were a few people who claimed to be brilliant, everyone found it boring after reciting it.
So not long after, no one was seen walking up the corridor anymore. Then, the middle-aged man sitting opposite Fan Chunren stood up. As he had introduced before, Jian Chuan knew that this man was Ouyang Xiu's eldest son, Ouyang Fa.
Since it was a poetry meeting, Ouyang Fa should have been prepared when there was a poem to set the scene. However, after listening to Jian Chuan's poem, he lost confidence. Fortunately, his father Ouyang Xiu's talent was outstanding and his poems were passed down to the world. His eldest son
If you use this to open the show, no one will gossip, and you can gain a reputation as someone who remembers your late father.
As a result, Ouyang Fa's opening poem recited Ouyang Xiu's famous work "Lang Tao Sha·Wish the Wine to the East Wind".
Said: Let's toast the east wind with wine, and let's be calm together. We hang purple poplars in the east of Luocheng. We always join hands at that time and travel through the fragrant bushes. We meet and disperse in a hurry, and this hate is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year. It's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. I know and
Who agrees?
Afterwards, Fan Chunren praised: "It's just the right time for us to meet, so we should drink this cup together."