What to send!
I don't throw away the things in the Marquis of Chun's Mansion and don't give them to Xiao Xing.Hmph, stop the Lan Poetry Club, a hundred poems about fighting wine, and the time will definitely convince Xiao Xing's heart.Huai Zong was angry, and rushed into the library without eating, if she wanted to win beauty, she had to be fully prepared for tomorrow's poetry meeting.Two hours later, the Huiwang Mansion.Xiao Xing couldn't release the scroll, and he would sing aloud when he saw the fun.After a while, the servant girl bowed in: County Lord, she didn't raise her head for the apology sent by the Hou Mansion, and said coldly: Throw it into the storage room, don't be seen by me.The turtle Xiao Xing's red lips were slightly lifted, and the smile flowing in his eyes was really moving: Take care of it, don't raise it to death.Be.The next day, the dawn penetrated the sky, early in the morning, the Lantai was overcrowded, it was a lupine scarf, and the scholars were competing.The author has something to say: Ah Jing: Master Hou, it is rumored outside that you are pursuing the county lord.Drunken Huai Zong: Who?
Who passed it on?
Tell the truth!
Huai Zong, who woke up: Ridiculous!
Ben Hou doesn't like Xiao Xing!
Chapter 5 If it is said that Shizilou is a place where scholars chant poems and drink and have fun, then Shulantai is the most elegant place in Luancheng and even the whole country.Those who enter Lantai are all good and elegant people.The morning light is faint, someone climbs the tall building early, and the boxy stop Lan platform and dance pavilion song platform are enough to accommodate nearly 300 people.Colorful flags are erected all around, and the flags are either printed with Huai characters, or printed with Xiao characters, in addition to these, there are more Luancheng family names.The second surname of Huai Xiao refers to Huai Zong and Xiao Xing.In the past three years, Xiao Xing's pen has been working hard to crusade against Huaizong, Huaizong became famous at the age of thirteen, and his fame is better than one day, and he has experienced three years of hellish chasing and fighting, and his literary talents are a thousand miles a day.is also handsome and beautiful, and there are countless scholars who worship her.Huai Zong is not complacent with her talents, she is uninhibited by nature, and often loves to sit and discuss with the scholars.Even if Huai Zong has never publicly admitted it, her reputation among the people is still so loud that it does not match her age.Xiao Xing, as the eldest daughter of the prince of Hui, the lord of Dongling County of the emperor's royal mouth, occupied the middle of the house with a stroke of wolf and Huai Zong, and she was born in a noble family, poetry, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all learned, and the daughter of the Luancheng family is headed by her.Although Huai indulged in her reputation and ruined her reputation, a fake hat was not enough to cover the noble elegance that leached out of her bones.It was spread out with the agreement of stopping the hundred poems of Lantai Doujiu, and the children of Huaimen and the daughters of the Luancheng family spontaneously stood on the opposite side.The odds of the gambling house have been opened, Huaizong pays three for one, Xiao County Lord pays four for one, the sound of the Lantai piano has not been played, and the silent war drums and gunpowder smoke have been slowly flowing in people's hearts.The triennial Lantai Poetry Club is a grand event in the literary world, and on this day, even the great Confucians hidden in the mountains will appear, aiming to broadcast the younger generation on demand.Passing on the torch from generation to generation, passing on the beauty of humanity, standing up and being proud, paving the prosperous road for Luanguo for a hundred generations.Huai Zong stepped into the Zhulantai in a snow-white robe, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Xiao Xing coming in steps, followed by Uncle Xiao of King Hui on the left, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the right.She frowned slightly, looked away, and stepped on the piano platform with steady steps, as an unstoppable rookie in the literary world, Huai Zong's eyes were solemn and solemn and his heart knelt on the piano platform.Start to flick the strings, a song of Xianling shook through the universe, the sound of the piano was ethereal, leisurely immersed in it I don't know how old I am.The elderly, the young, the powerful, the cloth clothes, are sitting on the futon, holding their breath and concentrating, feeling the humanistic atmosphere of the □□ of Zhulan, listening to the sound of the vast piano, and once giving birth to a kind of illusion of friendship with the predecessors of the Luancheng literary world three hundred years ago.At the end of the song, Xiao Xing's eyes looking at Huai Zong had a tenderness that she didn't even notice.The sound of the piano is pure and simple, and it hits the soul clean and shocking.Put aside the negative heart and be fortunate to abandon the chaos at the beginning, Huai Zong, and be the first person to be romantic.The sound of the piano sounded loudly, announcing the official start of the Lantai Poetry Meeting.In the poetry meeting, all kinds of profligate wreckage indulgence and willfulness are not expressed one by one.Huai Zong sat down in the seat with brisk steps, and Xiao Xing sat in a conspicuous position opposite her that could be seen with her eyelids lifted slightly.In the past, women were not allowed to enter the Lantai, and Luan Guo admired the romance, but although there was no harsh criticism of women, and men were conceited, they always subconsciously looked down on the women of the family who were hidden in the boudoir.So Xiao Xing was born, and at the age of twelve, he asked the great Confucian Jingyi in the world: Why can't women enter Taiwan, fight wine, chant poetry, and play music?
Jing Yan, who is in her early forties, is broad-minded and doesn't mind the young man's sharp edge, so he only looks at her with a smile: If you want, Xiaoyou can give it a try.Then Xiao Xing really fought thirteen scholars in one day, and the poems were like swords, cutting off the arrogance that lingered in the hearts of the men in the world, and the seventy-two defenders had to urgently discuss and revise the rules of the Lantai.As a result, there is no gender on the platform, there is no dignity or inferiority, and the talent is judged by the level.At that time, Xiao Xing, the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, but he also knew how to be nervous, and he sat honestly on the side and shouted for her.Huai's eyes were gentle and gentle, as if after a long time, he saw the little boy in a white robe on the opposite side helplessly and happily holding a small colored flag printed with the word Xiao, and every time he lost a person, the young man would shout: Ah Xing is awesome!
Huai Zong raised her glass and drank a drink, she was looking forward to drinking and fighting poetry with Xiao Xing in Zhulantai, but now she couldn't calmly hold a small bunting to cheer for her.She likes Xiao Xing, because she can't tell her about the crux of her age, and she is destined to be accompanied by regrets when she grows up, and today, she just wants to get drunk.Xiao Xing also thought so.Literati event, why not for women?
She prefers to compete with the younger generation at the top of the literary world, and wants to earn a ray of light that is not inferior to men!
She wants to make people in the literary circle of Luanguo, and when they mention the talented son Huaizong in the future, they will think of Tanglin Xiaoxing.The aroma of wine is overflowing, and each family will choose to offer it on this day.Wine is heroic, poetry is Chinese, wine has spirits, and poetry also has indulgence and heroism comparable to the sun and the moon.There is no question maker in the Lantai Poetry Club, there is no fixed title, and there is wine in the eyes on the Lantai.There are more than a dozen kinds of osmanthus wine, fruit wine, sorghum wine, and wine that can be named, and there are more than a dozen kinds of wine that cannot be named.The aroma of wine is wafting, the wine is indulgent and volatile, and it doesn't hurt to be drunk, and its own waiter is responsible for recording.Then, the poems will disperse, before midnight, lined with the stars and moonlight, the freshly baked poems will be scattered in the streets and alleys of Luancheng, and even children can find a few poems that can be understood.Huai Zong raised his glass and waved ink, and the poems with the aroma of wine were scattered in the wind, and talent and wine collided with the bright and bright sparks of this era, not only she was immersed in self-forgetfulness, but also Xiao Xing opposite.The woman has her own Lingyun Zhi, Xiao Xing originally wrote about the broad mind of climbing high and looking far away and not sticking to the world, and then wrote about the four seasons of the country and the mountains and rivers of the world, writing about people and things, and even the big cat unintentionally left cat paw prints on her clothes last night.Slowly, from ambition to fun, from pride to the delicacy of her daughter's family, the combination of rigidity and softness, under her pen, the thousand-word poems flowing out of nothing more than two words are not afraid.Huai Zong also writes about the mountains and rivers of the four seasons of the country and the world, writes about people and things and writes about daily trivialities, writes about the pathos of seeing the big from the small, writes about the heroic, writes about the pride, writes about the domineering and resoluteness of the mountains and rivers of the pen, writes about the enthusiasm of the soldiers in a hundred battles, writes about the joys and sorrows of the clutch, writes about others, and also writes about herself.Seven emotions and six desires, love, hate, greed, hatred, and obsession.The red dust is rolling, and no one can escape.Drunk to the bone, why not one or two people who fell?
In the midst of the snoring, there were also people who indulged in singing, and slowly, the waiters changed wave after wave, and finally His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so drunk that he couldn't lift the pen, and the drunk couch was the same as everyone else.The sky is the ground for the house, and the sleep contains the poetry of wine.The moonlight is hazy, Xiao Xing's eyebrows are affectionate, the text is not added, and inspiration is pouring out.Drunk to the extreme, he holds the pen with his heart, sprinkles with enthusiasm, and is talented, who says that only men are proud?
At this moment, the only ones who are really fighting wine and writing poems from beginning to end are her and Huai Zong.Huai Zong was not lightly drunk, her expression was confused, until she couldn't see the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and couldn't see the stars shining, she had Xiao Xing in her eyes, Xiao Xing in her heart, and in the end, she wrote Xiao Xing.She praised the beauty for her charm and charm, praised the talent for overflowing, respected the beauty for her rugged and arrogant, and feared the beauty for being indifferent and cold.She wrote about Xiao Xing, but she didn't dare to admit that she liked Xiao Xing.The crush addiction has become an unspeakable secret.The liquor is in the throat, the pen is lightly turned, and it is wanton and happy is not in the world.And the beauty, forgotten by her at the end of the pen, blooms at the tip of her heart.Fighting back and forth, she sketches, Xiao Xing writes death, she writes beautiful flowers, Xiao Xing criticizes her for being greedy for prosperity, she writes drunk songs, Xiao Xing scolds her and gets by, she writes about being manlily, Xiao Xing reprimands her for being drunk and golden.Writing back and forth, the drunken Huai Zong found that Xiao Xing was writing poems to scold her again.How can you bear it?
Go back!
Two drunkards, the poems in their pen are like snowflakes.It was like a wax moon, and the heavy snow fell in winter, tired of the waiters who sorted out the poems.In the end, there was no way, and Zhulantai sent an additional thirty-six people.The seventy-two people guarding the platform are all extremely talented poets in Luanguo, and they are looking at the drunk young girls in the distance at this moment, and they smile knowingly.Through the pieces of paper that flew like snow, I saw the Changlong era opened by the next poem.Xiao Xing finally got drunk and fell into Huai Zong's arms, she pulled Huai Zong's sleeves, the two were drunk and couldn't tell the east, west, north and south, Xiao Xing grabbed her sleeve and kept muttering, Huai Zong earned two points and listened attentively, only to hear that the county lord was angry and scolding her.turned over and over, and scolded in just four words: negative and lucky.If you listen to it again, you will be chaotic and give up.Huai Zong was so shocked by the eight words that suddenly came out that he lost half of his drinking, and he gave up in chaos?
Where's this?
Little drunken cat, wronged me again!
She grabbed Xiao Xing's shoulders and stumbled towards the railing, leaning on the railing to blow the wind, the wine gradually dispersed, Xiao Xing opened his eyes in a daze, saw Huai Zong, and hit him with soft hands.The soft palm felt very good, Huai Zong snorted, and let her lean into his arms: Hit and scolded, scolded, what do you want?
How can Xiao Xing be so drunk that he can't see her clearly, and he is not lucky!
Abandon Huai Huai from the beginning to chaos and laugh and laugh: how can there be chaos and abandonment?
Thou shalt not wronged me.Didn't you?
No.Xiao Xing didn't say a word and bit her shoulder, but it hurt, and Huai Zong frowned and was reluctant to push people away.The people of the palace were waiting not far away to pick up people, Huai sighed, glad that Xiao Xing was drunk and couldn't remember the reason for the past.She smiled: Trust me, okay?
Ah Xing, I can't bear to bear you, don't wronged me, okay?
The spring breeze was warm, the wine was fragrant, and after the people were picked up, Huai Zong staggered to the Lantai and asked the waiter: How many poems did I write with the county lord?
Doujiu writes poems, one looks at the quality, the other looks at the quantity, and the waiter looks through the booklet: Hou Ye wrote one hundred and eight poems, and registered one hundred and seven poems, the county lord?
The county lord also wrote one hundred and eight songs?
One hundred and seven songs were registered.The waiter took out another booklet, and the seventy-two people guarding the platform were not only guarding the Lantai, but also guarding the heavy poetry and rhyme of the Lantai for hundreds of years.For example, the poems and texts registered in the book, after they are written, will be judged by 72 people on the spot, and the first class is the best, and then integrated and summarized, and the ranking will be summarized.The waiter's eyes flashed, and he spit out four words: slightly better.In the first column of the roster, Huai Zong is at the top, followed by Xiao Xing.The little marquis of Rinchun is in the air, and his drunken eyes smile brighter than the stars.Sitting in the soft sedan chair back home, she thought drunkly, three conditions, Ah Xing, you lost yourself to me again.It's wonderful, the author has something to say: Is the lord of Xiao County scared the Marquis of Spring today?
Stunned.Did you win?
There is no (╯3╰).Chapter 6 Wake up with a hangover, the morning light lights up the vastness, the main house of the Marquis of Rinchun's mansion, Huai Zong is sitting on the couch in a loose underwear, his consciousness is gradually crowning, and his lips are smiling.Thinking of the chaotic situation last night, she couldn't wait to see Xiao Xing's little appearance that had to give in.It must be cute!
The two of them were childhood sweethearts, they didn't feel anything when they were young, they got older, and because of the great defense of men and women, Xiao Xing became more and more reserved day by day, elegant like a fairy in the clouds, and many times Huai Zong dug out his mind to mess around, nothing more than trying to make her laugh.Later, she lowered her and became small, but she ran away from popularity, not only to divorce her, but also to break off with her!
At that time, Huai Zong understood a truth: no matter how beautiful a girl is, she can't get used to it.In the past, she loved Xiao Xing's gentle smile, but now she wants to see her jumping with anger.Huai Zong touched his chin and picked up a light-colored robe, Xiao Xing prefers light colors, very light and elegant, the two are inseparable all year round, their style preferences have a lot of influence, they are unconsciously immersed in the bone marrow, and it is difficult to change when they are discovered.After breakfast, the sky was clear, Huai Zong lazily lay on the small bamboo couch under the peach blossom tree, closed his eyes and blew the wind, ignoring the wind and rain that blew from the Lantai overnight.Half-asleep, she asked: Did the hangover pills be delivered?
Ah Jing pouted: Sent it, in the name of Princess Huayang.Huayang is a mutual friend of Huaizong and Xiao Xing, and when he heard him say that he sent it, Huaizong tilted his head and continued to sleep.The hand unintentionally stroked the little lazy cat in her arms that could sleep better than her, and thought for the first time: Xiao Xing, I have a cat again, come and grab it.The thought flashed through her, and she felt bored herself, with wide sleeves and a mask on her face, her forearms on her forehead, tired and sleeping.Last night, Wen Siquan gushed, she just wanted to be a salted fish paralyzed in the spring light today, what is the romance, can you eat it?
The gate of the Hou Mansion is closed, blocking the hustle and bustle of all things.The back garden, silent, son-in-law is like jade, holding the pen to roll up the hustle and bustle, drunk and waking up on the bamboo couch and refusing the hustle and bustle, but I don't know that now she is willing to be a salted fish, and in the eyes of outsiders is also a unique style of celebrity and gentleman.Baume & Mercier slept upside down, and the sensation caused by the suspension of Lantai continued to ferment.The great Confucian Jingyi, who escaped from the world, was shocked by this fighting poem, and as soon as he appeared, the literary world was stormy again.Shizilou, bustling, overflowing with beauty and glory sprinkled all over the ground.The scholar in the green robe threw away his pen in annoyance: Why can't I write such a good poem?
The friend glanced at the poems he copied and said with a smile: Who do you think is Xiao Dongling?
Rejoice!
We have Brother Huai Zong to support the façade, without him, who else can hold down this new star?
The lord of the Xiao family's Dongling County, her literary brilliance is worthy of her three years of writing and stopping Lantai.
Hundreds of poems about fighting wine, full of talent and emotion are vividly volatilized in the poetry and wine, and one hundred and seven poems are born, which stunned the big Luan boy and couldn't raise his head.The two stars that shine extremely in the literary world make the contemporaries clearly feel the unprecedented pressure.In a stagnation, someone slapped the case: interesting, so interesting.Come and see!
He held the two poetry books and laughed so much that tears came out: look carefully, compare and compare, it's so funny, the little marquis of Rin Chun and the lord of Tanglin are interesting and elegant, and they are really extraordinary.Everyone looked at the desk, and at this look, they couldn't help laughing, and the laughter overflowed, diluting the previous suppressed tension.The scholar wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and held back his wilting in the entanglement: After reading their poems, I can't imagine how these two people will live in the future, it's so miserable, I don't know who to sympathize with.Another humane: Oh, this marriage is good, if the two of them can fight every day, the literary world of Luan Kingdom will be above all countries, and it will be just around the corner!
Hahaha, the county lord's words are sharp, and the scolding is loud, and the Marquis of Rinchun, as a man, can also scold the ancients and no one after him, the two of them will fight for each other's land, you come and go, and the sparks from the collision are absolutely amazing!
All of a sudden, everyone's focus shifted, and they expressed deep worries about the marriage between the two governments.