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Chapter 92 092: Two Poetry Clubs

After reading the poems, everyone in the banquet tasted a different flavor.The form of this poem is quite different from Tao Qian's. Unlike the free ancient style poems, this poem has a neat rhythm and a sonorous rhythm.Through poetry, they seem to have seen a stubborn hermit who is full of ambitions but can't express them, so he has to pin his ambitions on the mountains and rivers.

"Where is Brother Cui? It all comes to light!" someone sighed.

The drinker pointed to the end of the banquet, and everyone looked around. They expected to see a weather-beaten middle-aged man, but they didn't expect to see a young man, at least three to five years younger than the people around him.

"Old people often say that youth is mature, I don't believe it, but when I see you today, the ancients will never deceive me." Jiu Ling said.

Cui Boyan smiled dullly, "My teacher taught me to write. Compared with the teacher's poems, my poems are just the tail of a dog."

His words immediately cleared everyone's doubts on the field.

"So that's it. It seems that the young man's teacher is a hermit!" Jiu Ling nodded. She is not an inquisitive person, as long as no one says that this poem was plagiarized, it will be fine.

"Then we will recommend these two people to go to the central area! Do you have any opinions?" Jiuling continued.

As the saying goes, there is no first in writing, and there is no second in martial arts.Who are the literati willing to convince easily?But the poems were placed in front of everyone, and Jiu Ling just glanced at his own works, and the poems of Zheng Yisong and Cui Boyan had already been sent upstairs by the servants.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the wine drinker motioned to the two female companions to take them to the central seat.

……

"Still writing?" After hearing the new drinking order, Cui Boyan couldn't help but feel like a frost-beaten eggplant. The joy that the blind cat had just encountered when it encountered a dead mouse was gone.

"What's wrong? Cui Lang, why did the car suddenly stop working?" Who cares about Cui Boyan the most right now is definitely the female companion next to him.

She was just a newcomer to the brothel, with no power, and was assigned the youngest one. Her companions joked that she was a potential stock, but she did not expect that her companions' mouths seemed to open up.

"I only have these three axes, and I can't write any more poems!" Cui Boyan was helpless. Wang Ji helped him revise the poem just now several times.

The female companion accepted it calmly, "Cui Lang, you don't have to think so. Those who can go to the banquet in the center are all famous talents in Chang'an City. They are already among the best."

Not long after, Jiu Ling came down from downstairs.

"The Dajiu Order said that the next topic of our poetry meeting is Yanzhi. But we can't use the poem just now."

Everyone was shocked, and they only said in their hearts: "What a strange day!"

Jiu Ling's well-trained demeanor made her smile all over her face, but in her heart she had already scolded Shangguanyi who was acting as the big Jiu Ling to the point of blood.Before the banquet was over, the big wine order got drunk.She had to continue with the previous topic.

"Brother Cui, good luck has come for you! Last time your siblings gave you a poem, it's great to get it here!" Zheng Yisong felt envious, his little brother, luck is invincible.I got one from the teacher; I got another one from my wife.

"Isn't that good?" Cui Boyan was a little moved, but he still had scruples. If he took the poem written by Xiaolan and brought it by himself, wouldn't he be unable to hold his head up in front of her again?

"Husband and wife are one, what's yours is mine, what else should I take into account?" Zheng Yisong explained.

In Cai Xiaolan's farewell poem, as soon as the unique female perspective appeared, it aroused countless surprises.

The wine order was re-read, "I sent you to win the Toad Palace Gui, and diligently sent the letter back to Luowei. How can there be a three-foot sword from Longquan? People who lean on the building will miss each other."

It was the first time she saw such poems, and she used the words of her wife at home to express her confidence in winning the title. At the same time, she also showed that she was a deeply affectionate person and would never let down her beloved wife.The original love between husband and wife, under the background of the imperial examination, is extremely personal but not gorgeous.

"Xiao Langjun, this poem?"

"It was written by the wife of the family!"

Cui Boyan didn't have the nerve to pretend to be the author of this poem.But that's how poetry gatherings are, with poetry and wine, it's lively enough.Anyway, no one will come out to accuse someone of plagiarism.

However, after today is over, the title of Cui Boyan's poem has been spread.

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Of course Cai Xiaolan didn't know what happened in Chang'an City. She was sitting on the table at the moment, eating the food in front of her with relish.Sitting beside him was Cui Dongping.

"Sister-in-law, I can't understand a word they said!" Cui Dongping listened to the beautiful girls for a while, but couldn't understand them.

"I told you to read more, but you didn't." Cai Xiaolan replied.However, she didn't understand and didn't listen, and kept focusing on destroying the food in front of her.

The poetry meeting held by the judge's mansion was grand and the music was elegant.Not only some people presented poems, but also some people sang and danced.It's just a big song and dance party.

If you don't look at this kind of scene seriously, do you still have to waste your brain thinking about how to write a poem?Or simply copy one from the future?
Cai Xiaolan shook her head, pushed away the distracting thoughts, and focused on watching the show.

The other women who came were not as pure as Cai Xiaolan. Some were chatting to make friends, some wanted to find out the identity of the visitor, and some took this opportunity to exchange works of female celebrities...

"Hey, Sister Lu, who is sitting next to Sister Mei?"

"Oh? That one's name is Cai Xiaolan!"

"Looking at her clothes, she looks like a sister from a wealthy family. Why have I never seen her before? Could it be that she comes from somewhere else like my sister?"

Lu Shiyu couldn't answer this question.

"Sister, you don't go out much. This Cai Xiaolan is very famous in Yangzhou Prefecture. She is not behind in giving porridge and saving people. And the recently popular food tofu is from their family." Lu Shiyu is concise and concise. Xiaolan's identity.

The people who came to the fun were all women. Under the leadership of Lu Shiyu, everyone randomly gathered the words according to the rhyme book, compiled a few poems, chanted some, and listened to the music. The poetry meeting was almost over.

"Miss Cai, do you know if there is a poem?" Seeing that Cai Xiaolan didn't take the initiative to speak, Lu Shiyu came over and asked.

"I'm a rough person, how can I write poetry! Do I have to write poetry to participate in the poetry meeting?" Cai Xiaolan declined.

"Of course not, then you should eat more pastries. I ordered them from Yunzhi Pavilion. The rose cakes, lotus leaf cakes, and Qiqiao Lianzhu inside are all their high-quality products. They are delicious!" Lu Shiyu looked at The pastries in front of Cai Xiaolan were still neatly placed, only the corners were eaten.

"Okay, thank you Sister Lu!" Cai Xiaolan's cheeks gained a few wisps of blush.

If the maid in charge of serving tea and water hears the master's words, she will die of anger and come back to life again.It was clear that Cai Xiaolan had eaten up several plates of pastries, and the ones on the table were all new ones that hadn't been touched much.

A small episode that passed quickly.Nothing special happened at the poetry meeting. Someone had a nose on his forehead. He had to ask Cai Xiaolan, how could Cai Xiaolan, a mere first-class businessman, deserve to sit with a noble lady.

"Hicc! It's a pity!" Cai Xiaolan hiccupped after going out, and then said it was a pity.

"Hiccup!" Cui Dongping, who was also stuffed with pastries, looked back at her three brothers and sister-in-law with a strange look on her face. She didn't understand what was so pity.

It's a pity that no one came up to her to hate her, which made her full of poems for later generations and had no room to play.

　Hmph, no thanks today!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)