"What do you think Mr. He?"
"Ah? Oh..." He Baichuan suppressed the shock in his heart and said with his hands, "Miss Lou is indeed a quick thinker, and the answer to the riddle with the word 'Well' is the most consistent with the riddle. Miss Lou's explanation made me enlightened, admire, admire.
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Lou Qingyi returned the favor and said, "Young Master He is so praised. I was inspired by him to think of it."
He Baichuan looked in the direction of Lou Qingyi's finger and saw an ancient well more than ten steps away, hidden among the magnolia trees.
Behind the black veil, Lou Qingyi covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. Her beauty was like that of a fairy, which made He Baichuan who turned around almost froze. How could such a romantic and beautiful woman be born in this world?<
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Because her face was covered with black gauze, Lou Qingyi didn't shy away from it and let him look at her.
"Miss, I'm going to receive my reward!" Zi Ling said happily.
"Go ahead."
"Ah..." Zi Ling just turned around and let out a scream.
It turned out that a strong gust of wind blew up the corners of her skirt
He Baichuan smiled slightly, and when he looked at Lou Qingyi again, his expression suddenly changed: "You...how could you...
"Today is a grand event in Jiangling's literary world, and it is also a great opportunity to win the heart of a beautiful woman. No wonder I didn't remind you, I must be the first to get there..."
"Brother Liu, I think what you are saying is inappropriate. In terms of poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting, I have worked hard for more than ten years, so I may not be any worse than you, Brother Liu."
"That's right, what Brother Jiang said is absolutely true. You and I each have our own abilities. If two people like the same woman, let's compete. I think the girl and the brothers will have their own judgment."
"Okay, okay, okay, in that case, I won't say anything more..."
Literati have always looked down upon each other since ancient times. Especially in front of a beautiful woman, this emotion will be inadvertently amplified several times.
The small boats and painted boats on the lake gradually moved closer to the Ying Tower. People abandoned their boats and came ashore one after another. The number of onlookers gradually increased.
When there were more people, the talented people just now refused to give in to each other, and their words gradually became sharper. After all, no one wanted to lose face in front of so many people.
After just a moment, they were already shouting and blushing. They did not say any foul words in their mouths, but more of them. Their body language was not so rich and exaggerated. In addition, they were no different from the quarrels of peddlers in the market.
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"Everyone, everyone, please don't hurt the peace and say something fair." A thin and dark scholar emerged from the crowd, "You can't get a result by arguing here, why don't you come up with a few
This new poem is for everyone to judge, and we can all decide which one is better and which one is lower."
"Who are you?"
"Down here..."
"Forget it, let's not ask. I have never seen this person before. He must not be a well-known figure..."
"Exactly, if he was really talented and learned, Brother Liu and I would have heard about it long ago."
"What Brother Jiang said is absolutely true. How come everyone is allowed in!"
The black-faced scholar never expected that his "fair words" would bring the people who had been arguing so much to stand on the same front. He was ridiculed, and he withdrew from the crowd and looked for someone.
Zhang Xiaoji sat down.
At this time, there was already a person sitting next to him. Under the silk scarf, there was a handsome face. His eyebrows were slightly lowered and his eyelids were slightly lowered. He was staring at the tea cup in his hand, as if he was thinking about something.
The surrounding scene is still chaotic, and the quarrel over there has started again. There are people watching, talking, watching indifferently, talking and laughing, all kinds of voices are heard, and the atmosphere is getting more and more lively.
He Baichuan raised his eyes slightly and found a dark and thin scholar sitting in front of him. Just now he lowered his head and pondered, completely unaware of the person sitting next to him.
The thin black scholar smiled at him, and He Baichuan nodded gently. He was in a mess at the moment and didn't want to talk to anyone.
"Brother..." The thin, dark scholar wanted to strike up a conversation, but when he saw He Baichuan quickly lowered his head, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
He Baichuan was in a good mood today. It was an unexpected surprise to meet Lou Qingyi here, but this surprise soon burst like a bubble.
He accidentally raised his head again and saw the figures of Lou Qingyi and the maid. The two women were facing away from him. Judging from the direction they were walking, they should be walking towards the stairs. The second floor was more quiet and elegant, and more suitable for the upstairs.
Qingyi’s temperament.
For a moment, he had the urge to follow her, but in the end he resisted. After all, she had already...
He Baichuan sighed heavily.
At this moment, several familiar people came over and He Baichuan greeted them one by one. Among them was a fat scholar. He Baichuan had met him once before. He vaguely remembered that his surname was Wang, but his name was not.
Can't remember.
Everyone asked He Baichuan about his trip, and He Baichuan answered patiently, but his mind was obviously not on that, which sounded a bit boring, so everyone naturally changed the topic.
At the beginning, it was naturally a quarrel between several scholars not far away.
Someone seemed to know the scholar named Liu and laughed and said, "This Mr. Liu is usually a bit arrogant. You may not know that he is from Xicheng."
After Mr. Liu's identity was revealed, everyone laughed.
Although Jiangling is the capital of the Western Liang Dynasty, the West City and the East City are almost divided into two. The East City is under the jurisdiction of the Western Liang, while the West City is under the jurisdiction of the city defense general appointed by the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
Generally speaking, the East City is still in the style of the Southern Dynasties, while the West City is more militarized and managed in the Northern Dynasties.
In the eyes of many scholars, since Mr. Liu came from Xicheng, although he has some grace in his gestures, his talents and learning are estimated to be limited.
Although the scholar surnamed Wang was not as well-dressed as the others, he did not lag behind others in speech. He said: "Everyone, I just saw that there are many talented women here today. This brother Wang has been here for a long time." In Xicheng, I don’t have much chance to see him, so it’s understandable that he behaved like that a little out of style.”
Someone thought for a moment before nodding: "So, what Brother Wang is saying is that I just met Miss Shen Manyuan." His words were quite exciting.
"Is she Shen Yueshen's granddaughter?"
"Exactly!"
Shen Manyuan was born into an upper-class gentry family and was the granddaughter of Shen Yue, the literary leader of the Southern Dynasties.
The official family and scholarly family not only provided her with material life support, but also created rare learning opportunities for her.
Shen Manyuan was deeply influenced by Qi Liang's palace style poetry due to her living environment and social interactions. It can be said that she is a relatively typical palace style poet.
"The pearls are lingering in the emeralds, and the golden qiong is among the precious leaves. Cutting the lotus does not seem to be made, but the flowers seem to grow on their own. The low branches brush the embroidered collar, and the slight steps move the Yaoying. But it is easy to make the clouds into a bun, and the eyebrows are easily formed."
A scholar slowly recited Shen Manyuan's "Ying Steps and Shaking Flowers", and naturally received a round of cheers.
This chapter has been completed!