Yu Guhan said: "Local officials are like this, but the ministers of the court dare not be too presumptuous!"

Liu Hongzhuang stopped talking and just blinked her eyes. She always liked to watch the excitement, and it was indeed lively at this moment.

Not long after, I saw a sedan carried by four people falling on the open space in front of me. Someone opened the curtain of the sedan, and a man of about forty years old came out. He was of medium build, and his hair was tied up with a hosta.

Wearing scribe's clothes.

"I've met the prefect!" Everyone bowed. For people like Li Zhuo, Yu Guhan didn't bother to salute, but they were mixed in the crowd, so naturally no one could see their little movements.

Li Zhuo showed a gentle smile: "You don't have to be polite, I have wanted to hold today's banquet for a long time, but due to busy official duties, I don't have time. Now in this deep winter season, when everything is sleeping, let's have a lively party here.

Only by doing this can we make the world a little more alive, so that spring will probably come earlier!"

Many scribes laughed when they heard this half-joking remark, and then heard Li Zhuo say: "Everyone, please take a seat. This Ba Yong Tower is the best place to view the scenery. You are all well-known figures in Wuzhou, so

If there is a talented person who has passed through the hills and valleys, he must have already had a famous verse, right? I wonder who will come up with one first?"

"Why don't the prefect compose the music, write the lyrics, and then invite the Wu family to sing, so that this place will be really lively!" At this time, a young man in white said. He was handsome, and his every move had a gentle and elegant atmosphere.

.

"I am almost acquainted with this famous person in Wuzhou City. If I am not mistaken, you are a passing talent, right? Please tell me about Gao's name!" Li Zhuo said with a smile.

"I don't dare. I, Zhang Jiyang, passed by your place and heard that the prefect was an elegant scholar. He held a banquet and recited poems here, so he came to be elegant!" The young man couldn't help laughing.

"You can also write lyrics, but poetry belongs to the same family. As long as you have good sentences, you can bring them out for everyone to enjoy together! As for the Wu family's singing you mentioned, I don't know if the Wu family is willing to sing for you.

Yes!" The smile on Li Tao's face did not diminish at all. This Wu family is actually a member of the music studio. In this Wuzhou city, if the literati and elegant people compose music and lyrics, they will go to her to sing.

The Wu family member is twenty-seven or eighty years old and has a beautiful appearance. Her name is Wu Yanyan, and she is among the crowd. Hearing Li Zhuo's words, she couldn't help but smile and said: "Why do you say that, Master Taishou? As long as the music is good, the slave family will be happy."

I’m afraid you won’t hear it?”

Everyone smiled when they heard this, and then many talented people were working hard to write lyrics and compose music, and some were studying verses. After nearly half a stick of incense, someone came up with a work. After a group of people talked about their character,

He continued to write poems and lyrics.

Yu Guhan and Liu Hongzhuang seemed a little out of place with these people. They shuttled among the crowd, either looking at the poets, the piano players, or the painters. However, the works of these celebrities,

All of them were unacceptable to Yu Guhan. Even Liu Hongzhuang felt awkward listening to it. She whispered: "These people are really good at complimenting each other, and the things they create are not even comparable to mine, let alone...

Senior brother and you, it’s really disappointing!”

Yu Guhan deeply agreed, but it was not appropriate to be high-profile at this time, let alone express emotions. He composed a poem and said with a smile: "This road is blocked by them, otherwise we can go upstairs to see the scenery of Wuzhou."

good!"

Liu Hongzhuang said: "It's not good to show martial arts in front of this group of scornful Confucian scholars. Otherwise, it wouldn't be difficult for us to use Qinggong and directly attack them!"

The swords of Yu Guhan and Liu Hongzhuang were both placed in the inn. Naturally, no one could tell that they were from the martial arts world at this time.

Yu Guhan glanced at the crowd and said, "Did you see it? That Zhang Jiyang is no ordinary scribe. His temples are slightly bulging and his eyes are filled with lightning. He must be a master!"

"I really didn't notice it if you didn't tell me, but he has some real talents!" Liu Hongzhuang said.

Yu Guhan just smiled, his true talent and learning were nothing more than that in front of him. At that moment, he lost all interest and said: "Let's go!"

Liu Hongzhuang nodded, but at this moment, a sound of piano came from the forest behind. The sound was deep and a bit more chilling than in the deep winter. Many talented people who were reciting poems and writing poems in the building were shocked.

The person who played the piano before also secretly felt ashamed, because this sound of the piano is the real sound of the piano. Once it sounds, it will affect people's minds.

At this moment, no one spoke, they were all listening quietly. The sound of the piano continued, sketching out a scene of white snow and red plum blossoms blooming alone in the cold. During this period, the cold wind howled, making those who listened to the music feel like

Everyone feels the cold.

Immediately afterwards, among the flying snowflakes, the red plum petals danced with the wind. They were still eye-catching between the snow-white sky and earth, but in the end they fell to the ground helplessly. The snowflakes became bigger and bigger, drowning the bright red flowers, and the sky and earth remained the same.

It was all white, but only the branches were still bright red, and the fragrance filled the air, filling the universe.

After the song ended, everyone felt that their intentions were still unfinished. Li Zhu couldn't help but clapped his hands and shouted: "Today's song is the most important. Guests in front of us, how about coming up and having a few drinks?"

At this time, there was a carriage parked in the woods where all the leaves had fallen. The carriage was very simple and not at all luxurious. On the deck of the carriage, there was an old man in his fifties sitting. If it weren't for the talented piano player

, no one would look at the carriage at this time.

At present, the imperial court attaches great importance to literature, and anyone who is accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy and painting is very popular. Logically speaking, this simple carriage should not be the only owner of this carriage.

When Yu Guhan saw this carriage, he thought of the piano music just now, and thought in his heart: "The owner of this carriage has an indescribable arrogance in his music. It is obvious that he is unwilling to join forces with Li Zhuo and others, and he is not aware of Li Zhuo's invitation.

, will he agree?"

At this moment, a woman's voice came from inside the carriage:

The Eight-Yong Tower has been popular through the ages, leaving its legacy to future generations.

The water leads to the southern country for three thousand miles, and the air pressure reaches the fourteen states of Jiangcheng.

There was an indescribable vicissitude in the voice. Everyone was stunned when they heard this poem. When they reacted, the carriage had already gone away.

However, Yu Guhan could hear the continued irony. Now that the Central Plains had fallen, only half of the Song Dynasty was left. It was the time to worry about the country and the people, and to try to restore the country, but these literati and people in the government only knew

Reciting poems and composing poems here makes you happy and romantic.

As a prefect and a smart person, Li Zhuo couldn't hear the irony in this poem. However, many scribes at the moment were praising: "What a poem, what a poem! Only the prefect can host a banquet here."

To attract such an expert, in my opinion, this eternal romance is not about Ba Yong Tower, but about the prefect!"

Everyone was talking to each other, and hearty laughter kept coming out, looking happy. But the more Li Zhuo heard this, the more disgusted he became. At this time, he couldn't help but said to himself: "Strange, why is this voice so familiar?
Chapter completed!