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Chapter 67 No.60 Chapter Seven: Poetry Meeting
Xu Dajun really wanted to study in the Fang Clan School. It was really inconvenient for him to go to school early in the morning and leave school in the afternoon. It was really inconvenient to go in and out of the city every day.

This fucheng is not like the town in the past. Although the distance is similar, he used to have to walk for about an hour to reach the town, but the fucheng does not have time, and the city gate does not open. When the time comes, the city gate has to be closed. It is too late. Everything is troublesome.

Old man Xu hasn't considered the problem of commuting to and from school for the time being. He still thinks that Xu Dajun used to go home and see the sky when he was farther in the town.

But Mrs. Fang Xu has thought carefully here, and has already prepared Xu Dajun's room, and the bedding and utensils should all be brand new.

Even in the study room, a complete set of desks, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were set up like Fang Yuxing.

Xu Dajun looked at it, feeling warm in his heart, but after all, he felt a little bit ashamed, "Auntie, you are so considerate, it really makes my nephew and grandson don't know what to say."

Fang Xu smiled lovingly, "What are you talking about, Auntie doesn't need you to say anything, just study hard, don't meet with Auntie, just treat this place as your home, and live in peace of mind."

The younger generation didn't know much about the past, so Fang Xu pulled Xu Dajun and slowly said how his grandma used to bring up her elder sister-in-law like a mother, and how his grandpa loved her as a younger sister when he was young. of.

"So, you can't see your aunt, otherwise, your aunt will be sad."

Fang Xu's appearance is very gentle and kind, and she speaks softly, which makes people feel very kind and comfortable.

After all, he didn't give Xu Dajun time to think about it, so he waved and called Fang Yuxing, who had just come home, and asked him to take Xu Dajun out for a stroll.

Although the two are not of the same generation, they are about the same age, so it is good to play together.

Fang Yuxing was also very happy to have a good friend of the same age who could get along with him, eat and live with him, go to and from school together, so excitedly he took Xu Dajun out together.

Xu Dajun has been to Fucheng twice, but he hasn't had a good stroll yet, so he was excited to come out with Fang Yuxing.

"It just so happens that Boya Zhai has a poetry meeting today, let's go and have a look!"

Hearing Fang Yuxing's words, Xu Dajun felt as if he had been splashed with cold water when he went out and turned into the lively market.

Come on, wouldn't it be nice to have a good stroll around and have fun?Look at the Poetry Club, how exciting is that!

"I won't go, I don't know how to write poetry either!"

Fang Yuxing waved his hand, "I don't know how, let's join in the fun and learn from the sidelines. I heard that Yang Shiqiu will also go!"

"Yang Shiqiu? Who is that?" Xu Dajun was not interested in whether poetry would or would not.

Fang Yuxing admired him very much in his tone: "He is a well-known talent in Fucheng! His poetry is excellent, but it's a pity that he is studying in Sanyang Academy. Otherwise, I really want to be a classmate with him."

"It's here! Boya Zhai is in front of you!"

While speaking, Fang Yuxing took Xu Dajun a few strides, and he had already stepped into a shop.

Xu Dajun had no choice but to follow in.

Boya Zhai is a study, when you enter the door, you will be greeted by a scent of ink. There are bookshelves downstairs, and there are people walking among them, quietly picking and reading books.

The second floor is where literati gather, like a big tea room, elegantly furnished, with a big round table in the center, surrounded by tables with round chairs.

At this time, the big round table was full of people, and the chairs next to it were almost full, and many people moved the round stools behind to sit, and even those who couldn't sit down stood around the back, just to see the place. I don't want to miss the elegance of the Poetry Club.

Of course, those sitting on the big round table are all core figures.

The person who held this poetry meeting is the son of the magistrate, who loves to recite poems and compose Fu very much, and he has made many arrangements for these poetry and literature meetings.

Fang Yuxing was still young and not tall. He jumped and jumped behind him. After a lot of squeezing, he managed to find a gap. He pointed to the person at the big round table and began to introduce Xu Dajun in a low voice.

"See, the one in the middle sitting in the blue robe is Yang Shiqiu!"

Xu Dajun looked over and was stunned when he saw it. Isn't that the four teenagers he met on the mountain a few days ago!They were all sitting at the big round table, and the one named Yang Shiqiu seemed to be the one who asked for the right leg of the rabbit that day, with a serious and square face.

He knew that these people were not ordinary people, but he didn't expect that all these people knew the magistrate.

Fortunately, these "nobles" are not crazy, or if Xu Yinyin knocked someone down that day, the two siblings would not be able to go down the mountain with good arms and legs!
This is also the first time Xu Dajun has seen this ancient poetry meeting, and it is quite different from the poetry meeting that he was dragged to attend by his classmates in the town before in his memory.

As far as the participants are concerned, their levels are also different.

Xu Dajun felt that these poem-writers were very boring. He couldn't stand upright, but Fang Yuxing waited with gusto, and his face was full of interest. Xu Dajun looked at him, but he could only hold back and wait.

Just wait and wait, but Fang Yuxing still pulls him from time to time and asks him left and right, how is this person doing, and how artistic is that person's poems.

Xu Dajun was asked a lot, so he couldn't help but answer, "It's okay."

But he didn't want to. When he said these three words, the arena was empty for two seconds. Therefore, almost everyone heard the three words "it's okay" in this tone, which was obviously not very good.

Before this, the scholar who happened to write a poem chanting plums had an unhappy face. He felt that he was offended. He looked towards Xu Dajun and saw that this person was wearing coarse cotton clothes that were incompatible with this place. He couldn't help it. He showed contempt, raised his chin and said, "Oh? Think this little friend can do better? I will listen carefully."

A pair of eyes looked over, Xu Dajun reacted, and there was only one sentence in his heart: hold the plant.

He looked at Fang Yuxing, but saw that the other party was also looking at him with bright eyes, as if he could really make any better poems about plums.

Pig teammates wow.

Xu Dajun was stunned.

poetry?

Doggerel is okay, but he is good at spring sleep without awakening, mosquito bites everywhere, stricken with dichlorvos, who has died countless times, and wants to write a poem that will make people raise their hands as soon as they hear it?
He can't!

But a pair of eyes, like a demon mirror, stared at him, making him turn around and run away if he wanted to pretend he didn't exist.

In particular, the magistrate also called him by name, and said with great interest: "You can make friends with poetry, everyone can talk freely, just write a poem for us to listen to."

And the four of them, Yang Shiqiu, seemed to have recognized him, they were all surprised for a moment as to why he appeared here, and then they waited for him to speak with interest or curiosity.

The atmosphere has gotten to this point, and it's not easy for him to step down for a while.

In the blink of an eye, a certain drama that he had watched automatically appeared in Xu Dajun's mind. The scene where the protagonist was transformed into Wen Chaogong, fighting poems in front of the palace, the blood in his body seemed to be excited.

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