The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the night frost.
September 13th is already the late autumn season.
By the Qujiang Pool in Chang'an City, the leaves of the sycamore trees planted on the shore of the lake have turned yellow, and they are clustered together like golden waves.
Autumn is getting stronger, and tourists come to Qujiang Lake to enjoy the autumn. They are scrambling to catch the tail of autumn.
Today, the banks of Qujiang Pool are even more crowded and lively.
Because the annual Qujiang Poetry Fair is held today.
All the well-known literati and poets in Chang'an City gathered in Qujiang, vowing to compete with each other.
As for the daughters of wealthy families, they looked far away from the small buildings in the courtyard beside Qujiang Pool, hoping to take this opportunity to find a beautiful woman.
Zhao Xun came to Qujiang accompanied by Jia Xingwen and Wangcai.
But he didn't expect the scene to be so vast and spectacular.
A few days ago, his legendary novel "Nie Xiaoqian" became a hit in Chang'an City, and he quickly took advantage of the popularity and wrote several companion chapters.
The experience of a liberal arts student tells Zhao Xun that he must take advantage of his popularity to write more articles and make more money.
An outdated author is no better than a dog, and an offended author has no human rights.
Zhao Xun is now famous in the streets and alleys of Chang'an, so he naturally wants to seize the opportunity to make a lot of money.
There is no shame in making money based on your ability.
Amitabha, Amitabha, Mr. Pu Songling, please let me go.
Of course, apart from rushing to write the novel, Zhao Xun spent all the remaining time preparing for the Qujiang Poetry Festival.
Although the mountain chief had already given crazy hints to Zhao Xun through dreams, Zhao Xun still felt that nothing would be stable until the last moment.
It is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. If he really wants to become the disciple of Shan Chang, he must make a splash at this Qujiang Poetry Festival and show the power of Wenquxing.
In this era where fighting for strength is not as good as fighting for fatherhood, whoever has more godfathers will be able to go further.
Zhao Xun has already recognized Yuan Tiangang as his adoptive father, and he has Wu Quanyi as his master. If he can become a disciple of Shan Chang again, then he will not be able to walk around in Chang'an City, but at least he will not be bullied and plotted by others.
"Brother Mingyun, you're fine."
Zhao Xun followed the voice and saw that it was Luo Shaoyuan, the prince of Pingnanhou, a famous dandy in Chang'an City, and felt bad luck in his heart.
This Luo Shaoyuan is notorious in Chang'an City. He is proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. He is not good at anything and ranks first in food.
Wait, wasn’t Zhao Xun like this before?
But luckily, he encountered the Soul Seizing Body, and since then his life has undergone a 180-degree change, the kind that even ten cows can't pull back!
Maybe Luo Shaoyuan also wants to make changes?
The prodigal son can't exchange for gold, so Zhao Xun should also give Luo Shaoyuan a chance.
Besides, don't reach out and hit the smiling person. The two of them have already had a relationship before, so there is no need to be so stiff.
"Ah, it turns out it's brother Shao Yuan. I haven't seen you for a month, and brother Shao Yuan has become even more handsome."
I have to say that this Luo Shaoyuan has a good skin, and Zhao Xun's praise can be considered as a sentiment.
Of course, compared with Zhao Xun, Luo Shaoyuan is still far behind.
Zhao Xun and Luo Shaoyuan walked towards Qujiangchi Pier one after another, while Jia Xingwen and Wangcai followed behind.
"Why do you think Brother Shao Yuan wants to come to Qujiang Pool?"
Zhao Xun asked casually.
"Why, only you, Zhao Mingyun, are allowed to come, but I, Luo Shaoyuan, can't come?"
Zhao Xun's face did not change when he heard this, with a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Luo Shaoyuan laughed and said: "Brother Mingyun, I'm joking with you, don't take it seriously. To be honest, it was the old man in the family who asked me to come, saying that he wanted me to learn more from you. It's up to you to judge Brother Mingyun,
Didn't I hang out with you all the time in the past few years? At that time, we were inseparable. The old man didn't say much at that time. Why, now that you have become famous, he has started to teach me a lesson. What a big deal.
"
Hearing this, Zhao Xun breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, fortunately, Luo Shaoyuan is still the disciple he knew.
Not long after, the group arrived at a boat next to the pier.
Compared with the painting boat that Zhao Xun boarded on his last trip to Qujiang Lake, today's boat is obviously larger.
Everyone knows that the organizer of this Qujiang Poetry Society is Haoran Academy. Naturally, the academy cannot be inferior to others in terms of pomp and circumstance, and it will be looked down upon.
At this time, there were people waiting in front of the boat. When they saw Zhao Xun and his party coming, they bowed their hands respectfully and politely and said, "Guys, please show me your invitation."
Although the Qujiang Poetry Fair was an occasion for literati to fight, some dignitaries in Chang'an City were still invited.
There is no way, these people are sponsors and the father of the funder.
All the expenses for this poetry meeting were borne by them, so it was reasonable for the funder’s father to take advantage of the popularity.
There is no doubt that the Luo family is one of the financial owners.
Luo Shaoyuan and Zhao Xun took out the invitations one by one and boarded the ship gracefully.
Wangcai and Jia Xingwen were a little embarrassed.
After getting on the boat, Zhao Xun turned around and said to Jia Xingwen and Wangcai: "Brother Jia, Wangcai, you go for a walk along the lake first. I will come find you when the poetry meeting is over."
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After entering the cabin, Zhao Xun couldn't help but sigh that the ancients really knew how to play.
An artificial water channel runs through the spacious cabin.
The canal is blocked on both sides with wooden boards, maintaining a slightly inclined angle. On one side of the canal is a miniature waterwheel, from which the water is poured into the canal.
On the other side of the canal is a man-made lagoon.
Zhao Xun didn't know what this thing was used for, and was afraid of showing his cowardice, so he lowered his voice and asked Luo Shaoyuan beside him: "Brother Shaoyuan, why do they want to build an artificial water channel in the painting boat?"
Luo Shaoyuan looked proud, thinking that there is something else that Zhao Mingyun doesn't know about you.
"Brother Mingyun, this is a newly made object by me. It's very cold in winter and it's not suitable for drinking water outside while drinking water. So I can use this object instead."
Zhao Xun suddenly realized what he said.
It turns out that this is a miniature version of the curved water cup ornament.
Rich people really know how to play.
Wait, isn't he also a rich man? Why is he living so shabbily?
If it needs to be changed, this must be changed.
Life still needs to have a sense of ritual.
"Brother Mingyun, although everyone hasn't arrived yet, it's boring to sit here. Why don't you write a poem to cheer up your mood?"
Just when Zhao Xun wanted to praise Luo Shaoyuan, this bad teammate came out and Zhao Xun said in his heart that he can't be moved, he can't be moved.
But he couldn't offend Luo Shaoyuan, so he could only nod slightly, walk around and chant:
"There are thousands of people in Chang'an, and they all have their own camps when they go out. But I and the mountain chief travel leisurely on horseback.
Walking to the head of Qujiang River, the reflected grass and trees are bright. The color of Nanshan is good, and the patient is in a good mood.
The white feathers of waterfowl are turned over, and the green stems of lotuses are curled by the wind. Why bother to go to the waves, when you can just take the tassel here.
The scenery will never come back again, and it will be difficult to enjoy it again. Sitting in the world of sorrow, the sound of evening drums is heard.
After returning home for a night, the worries of the world will come back to life. If you listen to Yaohua's singing, you will be clean again."
