I don’t know what day it is today, but the Su Causeway in Nanhu is so lively. I can see that an empty space on the Su Causeway is busy with traffic, and countless people are surrounding it. It is surrounded by three floors outside and three floors inside. Under the grand occasion,
It kept attracting onlookers.
On the South Lake, many talented people and beauties were standing on the painted boat, standing on their tiptoes, looking towards the crowd. Such a prosperous scene was rare in the entire Yan Kingdom.
However, among this crowd, I saw many handsome young men reciting poems and composing poems with their heads wagging, with a rather elegant air, which made people guess what was going on here.
The only place that can have such a literary style, with talented people from all over the country gathering here, is the Poetry Society of Yan State!
Now the Yan State Poetry Club is being held in Yancheng this year, so it is named Yancheng Poetry Club. Since it is held on the shore of Nanhu Lake in Yancheng, it can also be called the Nanhu Poetry Club. There are lanterns and colorful lights on the embankment, and bright lights can be seen everywhere.
Underneath, you can see different faces and various dialects. It is true that people from all over the Yan Kingdom are here.
"Pa bang bang..." The cheerful sound of firecrackers came one after another, as festive as the Spring Festival. The children outside the crowd covered their ears and played on the Su Causeway, but the pretty ladies did not dare to stand in the crowd.
He looked around freely among the crowds of people, and could only purse his red lips, looking for the talented person he liked.
And I saw the talented men from all over the Yan Kingdom scanning the beautiful beauties one after another with wolfish eyes. However, when the ladies looked at this, they quickly shook their heads, looking very talented and coquettish.
The coquettish look made many old literati shake their heads secretly. Some people did not come to see the poetry meeting, but simply came to join in the fun. The world is really in decline...
In the center of the surrounding crowd, there is an open field. The circular field is surrounded by a circle of large desks. Most of them are sitting behind the desks. There are a few old literati, and there are also many young talents. They should be members of the poetry club.
contestant.
Directly in front of the venue, on a newly built high platform, there are several desks. The desks are neatly arranged in a straight line, and behind each desk, there is an old man who is half a century old sitting.
What is surprising is that they all wear black gauze hats on their heads and crane court clothes. They are all officials of the Yan Kingdom!
These officials, all with handsome features and holding feather fans in their hands, must be civil servants. One can't help but guess that they must all be academicians of the Hanlin Academy.
Sitting in the center was an academician of the Hanlin Academy, whom everyone knew. Since Confucius retired to seclusion, this person had replaced Kong Li in the top position of the Hanlin Academy. He was none other than Fang Junyi, a well-known scholar in the literary world today.
There are more than a dozen bright lamps hanging high on the high platform. Under the fiery red lights, the faces of these academicians of the Hanlin Academy are white and rosy, as if they are coated with a light layer of rouge.
Behind the desks in the audience are all the talented scholars participating in the poetry meeting. They gather in groups and have obviously formed cliques. This is also the unwritten rule of the Yan State Poetry Meeting, fighting openly and secretly!
And this clique atmosphere has turned into a competition between ancient cities. The talented people looking at Yan City are on the right side of the stage, Aofeng City, Ruyue City... and so on, there are more than a dozen
So many.
Since all the ancient cities of the Yan Kingdom are here, Lingyun City will naturally not be absent. Right in front of the high platform, old literati led by Chen Juren are sitting in it. Most of them are gentlemen from Mingli Academy, which can be regarded as important.
The teaching staff of Mingli Academy was improved when I went to school.
Fang Junyi saw from a distance that everything was ready at this moment, and the annual poetry meeting was about to begin. He stood up first, clasped his fists and said: "Dear fellow villagers, talented people in the literary world, I am not talented, this annual poetry meeting The Yan State Poetry Contest is organized by me personally, and I hope you will bear with me wherever I go. Through this poetry congress, I hope that we in the Yan State will produce talented people from generation to generation!"
What a talented person from generation to generation! Mr. Fang’s words undoubtedly affected the atmosphere of the audience and pushed the poetry meeting to its first climax. Everyone applauded and showed their strength, while the reserved ladies looked forward to it, not knowing. How many young talents will emerge this year?
"Miss, do you think my uncle will be here?" Two beautiful women were sitting behind Chen Jin. One woman was cute and cute, and she could be seen as a well-behaved little maid, while the other woman had picturesque features and was pretty. The face is frosty and the cold temperament is stunning...
They are the eldest lady of the Shen family, Shen Bixin, and Miss Shen's personal maid Lan'er. They arrived in Yancheng the day before yesterday and were waiting for Zhu Ziming's arrival. However, Zhu Ziming has not arrived yet. Lan'er was worried, but Hao didn't know what to say, so he whispered...
A trace of paleness appeared on Shen Bixin's face, and she bit her red lips: "He will come, he will definitely come." Lan'er saw the bitter look on the young lady's face, and lowered her head in a submissive manner. She and the young lady knew both in their hearts. , when I was on the green mountain, my uncle went to rescue Miss Liu, but there was no news about him or Miss Liu after that.
Neither of them knew if something unexpected had happened. This unknown hesitation made them worried and scared...
Shen Bixin's red lips almost bled from being bitten by her, and she murmured to herself: "He will be fine. This bad guy only bullies others, so how can he be bullied by others?"
Thinking of everything she had with the bad guy, Shen Bixin had a lot of thoughts, tears glistened in her eyes, and she was about to shed tears.
Seeing the sparkle in the young lady's beautiful eyes, Lan'er lowered her head and thought to herself, the young lady is really kind to her uncle...
Fang Junyi cleared his throat and continued: "Today's Yancheng Poetry Fair is like previous years. The winner will get a hundred taels of gold and a hundred pieces of silk!"
This reward is just like last year. It is a measure by the Yan State court to encourage the first place. On the surface, it is a reward from the court. However, everyone knows that they dare to make a decision easily without the approval of the superiors?
It is obvious that the organizer behind this Yan Kingdom Poetry Society is the current head of the royal family and the highest-ranking person in the Yan Kingdom - the Emperor of the Yan Kingdom!
If you can win the prize of the Poetry Society in front of the Emperor's eyes and gain the Emperor's appreciation, you will be promoted to an official position just around the corner. How can a smart person look at a mere bit of gold and silk?
The allure of this poetry meeting is undoubtedly huge...
Many people who participated in the poetry meeting couldn't help but rub their palms and were eager to try it. This opportunity only comes once a year, so you must not let it go easily!
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