When Xiao Sishu heard this, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and then she suddenly stood up from her seat, high-fiving the door with an expectant look on her face.
"Bah bang bang—" After three sounds, seven or eight servants came in and saluted everyone and Xiao Sishu.
Xiao Sishu waved her hand and said loudly: "Open it!".
"Here!" The seven or eight servants responded loudly.
Walking to the left and right walls, with a few "bang bang bang bang -" sounds, the large carved sandalwood windows in the main hall were opened to the left and right.
A rather cold night wind blew in.
Fortunately, in the main hall, there was a charcoal fire in front of each table. Although the air was cold, it collided with the warmth of the charcoal fire and was instantly eliminated.
All the guests in the hall felt an indescribable sense of relaxation and joy. Xiao Sishu took two steps and came to a large window, pointed out the window and said: "Follow me and watch this moonlit night!"
In the sky, a full moon as white as jade appeared above the light clouds. The clear light filled every corner of the ancient city.
The soft light of the moon heals the broken hearts of the people in these troubled times.
The full moon shines brightly through the ages.
At this moment, from the eaves of the Xiao Mansion, a flying bell suddenly stretched out. Under the full moon, the small bell tied under the flying bell was blown by the night wind and swayed gently, making a tinkling sound.
, distant and long.
There was also the sound of rushing water. Everyone looked at it.
In the sky, there is a full moon over the Jade Bridge, and the hateful water flows eastward. In the moonlight's bright light, there is a faint trace of the vicissitudes of time.
Many weeping willows shine on the bank under the moon. During the first lunar month, you cannot see the waning moon on the willow bank. However, maybe spring will come after the first lunar month, and the moonlight seems to condense into jade light on the dead branches of the weeping willows, which is so blurry.
I feel that the winter night is full of green buds and trees full of silver flowers.
There was intoxication in everyone's eyes.
Su Ling and Xiao Jingshu stood side by side, and suddenly a brilliant fireworks suddenly rose in the sky, followed by the second, third, and countless fireworks suddenly soared into the sky, creating brilliant and colorful streams of light, floating in the sky.
Cang
Above the sky, under the sky of colorful fireworks, the ancient city, tourists, small bridges, flowing water, and deep alleys are all dyed with flowing colors. The colors are constantly changing with the rising and rising fireworks, like a dream, like a fantasy, like a poem or a song.
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The fireworks are gorgeous, and life suddenly turns gray in a blink of an eye.
Everyone looked at the fireworks in the sky and the full moon in the sky. They were speechless for a long time. Some people looked vicissitudes of life, and some people were full of enthusiasm.
After looking at it for a long time, Xiao Sishu said slowly: "How can you not be fascinated by such a beautiful scenery and a good time? If you use this scene tonight and this month to write a poem, wouldn't it be inappropriate for the occasion?"
After saying this, Xiao Sixu said first: "Today, Xiao will show his ugliness first!"
The figure of a girl suddenly appeared in his heart, with a soft light in her eyes, and she murmured her name, but it was because of the sound of water, wind chimes, waves, and fireworks that his voice was obscured.
It went on and no one heard it.
"wave......"
Xiao Sishu has always been known for his quick wit and literary talent. He just started thinking with his head down from the window, walked to his desk, picked up his pen, and started writing bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, it was done in one go.
There was a hint of intoxication in his eyes. He held the piece of paper with the poem on it in front of his eyes and opened his mouth to recite.
The moon is full of shadows, the moon is frosty, the moon is miserable, and the moon is full of stars.
Why do you need thousands of wine to eliminate sorrow? You dare not get drunk with beauty when you are passionate.
A drink to soothe the soul, a drink to sing, a dance to the cool breeze, and a dance to the madness.
If the clouds are careless, the clouds chase the moon; if the moon is careless, the moon will be round.
The vicissitudes of life will eventually come to an end, and Magu Yi will weep for Chan Juan.
The ladder to heaven collapses and blocks the heavenly realm. Entering the mortal world is a waste of time and you become an immortal.
There is only an empty dream riding on the clouds, and the blue luan is looking for the phoenix in the sky.
Everyone was full of praise, and Xiao Sishu took back his expression and said with a faint smile: "The name of the poem is to banish immortals, you are all laughing..."
Everyone praised him for a long time, and even those as noble as Wang Zhongsu kept nodding.
With the pearls and jade in front of them, how could everyone dare to be lazy? They all lowered their heads and started thinking hard.
On the other hand, Su Ling swayed her slightly drunken body to herself, then returned to her seat unsteadily, poured out a sip of wine carelessly, and raised her head to drink.
But I heard someone beside me say softly: "We agreed that we would have a drink together, but you go and drink by yourself... I will accompany you!"
Su Ling raised her hazy eyes and took a look. But Xiao Jingshu came back from the window, and then she whispered vaguely: "Don't go see the fireworks in front of the window, how beautiful they are!"
Xiao Jingshu curled her lips and said, "If you don't come to see it, I don't think it's interesting."
Su Ling chuckled, poured her some wine, and said a little drunkenly: "Then let's drink, let's do it!"
When he shouted, all the guests, who had lowered their heads in deep thought, all raised their heads to follow the sound.
I saw only Su Ling and the so-called Brother Jie sitting at that seat.
It seemed like there was no one else around them. They both had wine and laughed while drinking.
Chao Heng, Kong Xiyan, Xu Wei and Gu Buyi all frowned. They felt that Su Ling seemed too rude. They were all thinking hard about how to write a poem worthy of Young Master Xiao.
.But this Su Ling and that brother Jie only care about drinking and having fun, and don't put their thoughts on writing poems at all.
How unbecoming is this loud noise?
Xu Wei and Gu Buyi were more cautious after all, but they looked unhappy.
Kong Xiyan snorted and said, "He's just a drunk cat who likes what's in the cup. He's not worth mentioning."
But Chao Heng jumped over and said: "Su Ling, get drunk and drink too much. Go back to your bad hall. Don't disturb us. We are thinking hard. If you delay the publication of a masterpiece that will last forever, can you afford it?"
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Su Ling was probably a little drunk. After hearing what he said, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.
After laughing for a long time, he suddenly stood up, holding the wine glass in his hand, and the wine poured down.
Su Ling drank all the wine in the wine glass in one breath. Then he flicked the wine glass and pointed at Kong Xiyan, Chao Heng, Xu Wei, and Gu Buyi one by one in front of him.
Then he swayed and shouted towards the door: "Brother, let me bring you a pen!..."
The waiter in front of the door hurriedly took the paper and pen and placed them respectfully in front of Su Ling's desk.
Su Ling's body suddenly collapsed, half-bent in front of the table, holding the penholder with all five fingers, and then raised the pen tremblingly.
Maybe it was because I had drunk a little too much wine, so my hands were shaky and I couldn't write a single word completely, so I couldn't use a pen and paper.
Not only that, black ink spilled from the trembling pen tip, and the white paper was covered with ink dots.
Su Ling simply grabbed the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw the pen and the pen on the ground casually.
With a bang, it was thrown at Kong Xiyan's feet.
But Kong Xiyan hid quickly, otherwise the dirty ink would have splashed on his clothes.
Kong Xiyan just wanted to have a seizure.
But I saw Su Ling flicking his sleeves and saying with a hint of drunkenness: "I can't write well, trouble! I'll recite it, just listen, it's a bit long..." After saying this, his body swayed and he began to recite.
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises on the river with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet;
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky were of the same color without any dust, and there was a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river sees the moon for the first time? When does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon look alike every year.
I don’t know who Yingyue is waiting for, but I see Yingjiang sending water.
The white clouds fade away slowly, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Whose family is in trouble tonight? Where can I miss Mingyue Tower?
Poor Yue Pei upstairs, she should be looking away from the makeup mirror.
The jade/household curtain cannot be rolled out, and it will come back after being pounded on the clothes anvil and brushed.
At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and leap into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn't return home in the middle of spring.
The flow of spring in the river is almost gone, and the moon has set in the river pool and is tilting to the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
Xiao Sishu and Wang Zhongsu originally sat and listened, and everyone thought that Su Ling would make a fool of himself. But when Su Ling chanted the first four sentences, Xiao Sishu and Wang Zhongsu had already stood up, looking at him in amazement.
Just recite a poem.
Looking at the hall again, no one was sitting there.
Everyone stood on the spot.
No one spoke, they were dumbfounded.
After a long while, Wang Zhongsu and Xiao Sishu sighed and praised: "What a poem, is this the style of Chiji? This kind of talent should only be relegated to immortals. If they are just ordinary people, how can they be so talented!"
Wang Zhongsu even praised: "In the middle of winter, Mr. Su's poem can make people feel like they are in the richness and exuberance of early spring. It is really immersive and immersive! Reminiscing about spring in winter, the writing is like
Right now, it’s even more difficult!”
He has already changed the title of Mr. Su to Mr. Su.
Su Ling was sober at this time, and secretly thought that this time the game was a bit too much, and hurriedly and secretly bowed several times to the poet surnamed Zhang.
He simply pretended to be in full X-suit, and with the help of alcohol, Su Ling pretended to be half drunk. After looking around, he suddenly flicked his sleeves and said loudly: "Who can compose a song better than me? Who will do it?"
Everyone was silent.
Su Ling then chuckled, stood up staggeringly, and wandered up to Kong Xiyan. He waved the wine in his hand and said in a joking manner, as if he was drunk: "You come and try it?" Kong Xiyan said.
After struggling for a long time, I felt that I really couldn't write this kind of poem, so I had to sigh and lower my head, not daring to answer the question.
Su Ling wandered over to Xu Wei again. Gu Buyi approached, with a slightly calmer expression. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Xu, do you want to have a try, Mr. Gu?"
The two people blushed and waved their hands.
Su Ling turned to Chao Heng again, smiled, put her head in front of Chao Heng, and said jokingly: "Troller, why don't you come and try one?"
"I..." Chao Heng was losing combat power at the moment and wanted to say something. Su Ling's voice reciting the poem echoed repeatedly in his mind.
No matter how crazy he is, he can't write anything better.
Although Chao Heng was teasing others, he always spoke with facts. He could only pretend not to hear.
Su Ling then stood in the hall and laughed loudly: "Now, Su can drink with peace of mind..."
As he spoke, he raised his glass of wine and poured down another gargle of sake. Su Ling opened his mouth and drank heavily.
There was a look of respect on Wang Zhongsu's face. He had already copied Su Ling's poem with his own hands. He looked at it again and again, folded it up as if he had found a treasure, and put it into his close-fitting clothes. The original arrogance in his eyes had long since disappeared.
He straightened his expression, straightened his clothes, walked slowly to Su Ling, bowed and said, "Mr. Su is a great talent, but Zhong Su is not as good as him!"
As soon as these words came out, all the guests were stunned and speechless.
Who is Wang Zhongsu? Wenkui of the Jin Dynasty! Even he calls him sir, which is a shame.
How dare they fireflies compete with the bright moon?
In their hearts, Wang Zhongsu was already a bright moon, but this bright moon bowed to Su Ling.
What should Su Ling be?
Hearing this, Xiao Cangshu released the anger he had been holding in all night. He slapped the table and said, "Let me just say, Brother Su never disappoints people. Once this poem comes out, the ones we wrote will also be worthy of it."
Call it poetry?”
Xiao Jingshu's eyes were full of color as she looked at Su Ling smiling softly.
In her eyes, there seemed to be light on that young man.
Wang Zhongsu bowed again and said: "Zhongsu boldly asked me what the title of Mr. Su's poem was."
Seeing that Wang Zhongsu was respectful, Su Ling smiled casually and said: "Su is too embarrassed to bear the word sir. Only Zhongsu deserves the word sir... The name of this poem is Spring River Flower Moonlight Night."
"Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night...Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night!" Wang Zhongsu recited silently several times before sighing: "Excellent! Extremely appropriate!"
After saying that, he turned around and cupped his hands towards Xiao Sishu and said: "Third Young Master, Wang can't wait to go back and read and study Mr. Su's masterpieces carefully. I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye!"
After saying this, without waiting for anyone to say anything to persuade him to stay, he actually recited the poem "Spring River Flowers on a Moonlit Night" while shaking his head and sighing, and walked away.
Su Ling was secretly amused, this person was probably crazy.
Xiao Sishu waited for Wang Zhongsu to leave, then announced: "The top poet in this Shangyuan Poetry Competition is Su Ling, Mr. Su. Do you have any objections, or write another poem to compare?" The second half of his sentence was nothing more than Su Ling.
It's just a symbolic question.
Wang and everyone have temporarily withdrawn from the show. Which one of them dares to do whatever they want?
Hearing this, Su Ling let out a sigh of relief. As soon as he relaxed and leaned behind the desk, he bounced up and walked up to Xiao Sishu in three or two steps.
Everyone thought he was going to say something important.
But Su Ling scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "I was greedy for a drink just now, but now I feel uncomfortable holding it in. I want to go out. May I ask the third young master... where is the toilet?"
When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.
However, Gu Buyi and Xu Wei found Su Ling's true temperament, which was quite interesting.
Xiao Jingshu heard this clearly and jumped up in a hurry and said: "I know, I know, I will accompany Su Ling..."
Others don't know, but Xiao Sishu knows that this is his sister. How can a young girl who has not left the court accompany an old man to the latrine?
He felt in his heart that Xiao Jingshu was acting up too, so he just glared at her.
Only then did Xiao Jingshu realize that her brother would not let her go, so she could only pout, sit down and sulk by herself.
Xiao Sishu cleared her throat in a disguised manner, then smiled awkwardly, pointed the direction to Su Ling, and said that she would instruct her servants to take him there.
Su Ling hurriedly waved her hands and said: "Better say goodbye... I'll go by myself, feel free... feel free!" After saying that, he bowed to everyone in the main hall, and then staggered out of the door.
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Su Ling was really anxious, so he rushed to the hut and said to himself: "On a moonlit night on the spring river, a single poem dominates the existence of the Tang Dynasty. Your poetry has just started at this time, how can you compare to the great Tang Dynasty..."
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Su Ling solved the internal problem, pulled up his pants and bowed his head and came out of the hut. As soon as he walked to the door, he raised his head and suddenly realized that there was a person standing in front of him at the door of the hut, smiling at him.
Su Ling saw that this man was as thin as a monkey, and the smile on his face was indescribably vulgar.
He felt a chill, fastened his belt twice, stepped to the side, waved his hand towards the thin monkey-like man and said: "Wucao! You have lost sight of the innocence of labor and management..."
...Who are you? Are you the legendary peeping tom on a full moon night?"
The skinny monkey-like man chuckled and said: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Su. My master has invited me and sent a young man to look for you. I couldn't find you everywhere, but suddenly I saw a shadowy figure in the toilet. Little man
So I came over to take a look, and it happened to be Mr. Su."
Su Ling understood that there was only one master of the Xiao Mansion, Xiao Sishu, so he muttered: "Oh, no... This is too urgent, he wants to talk to me alone about the Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"
What's great is that if you ask me to compose poetry again, I won't be able to do it, right?"
The skinny monkey-like servant smiled at Su Ling, and his smile could match the bared teeth of a young male monkey.
But he said in a very respectful tone: "I don't know why my master is looking for Mr. Su, but I just sent you to invite him. Why don't you lead Mr. Su forward? Then you will understand, right?"
Su Ling nodded and said, "Is the banquet in the front hall over?"
The skinny monkey servant laughed but didn't answer.
Su Ling waved her hands and said, "Don't laugh, you're so scared. It's like a monkey turning into a spirit... lead the way."
The servant was not annoyed, he just nodded with a smile, made a word of invitation and said, "Master Su, come with me."
The thin monkey led Su Ling through the house, through the courtyard, and down several corridors without saying a word.
Su Ling secretly thought, just wait for me in the main hall. It must be so mysterious and difficult to walk so far.
Fortunately, I'm almost sober, otherwise all this going around would make me vomit?
At this moment, the skinny monkey-like servant suddenly stopped, and Su Ling also stopped quickly.
But here, the moonlight is melancholy, surrounded by rockery rocks, deep snow, and except for the sound of the wind, everything is quiet.
Su Ling asked: "Lao Xiao met me in such a quiet place?"
The thin monkey servant smiled faintly, pointed towards a pavilion in the depths and said: "Mr. Su, my master is waiting in this pavilion. Mr. Su, please help yourself."
Su Ling nodded and said: "Easy to say, easy to say..."
Su Ling raised his head and looked forward. In front of him was a winding cobblestone path, winding and leading to the depths ahead.
There was deep snow on both sides of the road, and hundreds of Xiaoxiang bamboos were swaying in the wind, adding to the deep silence.
At the end of the cobbled path, there is an octagonal pavilion. The pavilion is covered by white gauze curtains on all sides. The gauze curtains are blown by the wind, drifting slowly, and there is a faint candlelight swaying.
Su Ling vaguely saw someone inside through the gaps in the gauze curtain and the flickering candlelight.
It's just that it's covered by gauze curtains, the candlelight is dim, and it's far away.
Su Ling only knew that there was someone inside, but couldn't see clearly who it was.
Anyway, what the skinny monkey just said about my master is Xiao Sishu. I will have to talk to him carefully when I meet him later, so don’t do all this...
Su Ling no longer hesitated, stepped onto the cobbled path, walked towards the pavilion and laughed loudly: "Brother Xiao is so polite. Su Ling had to choose such an elegant and quiet place to see me. It really makes Su Ling