Boating is everywhere on Xilin Lake. Hakka boats of all sizes set sail and float leisurely on the sparkling lake.
The most lively time of the Spring Talent Fair is in the afternoon. At this moment, most of the talents have already boarded the boat, catering to the sound of poetry coming from outside. A poetry competition has already begun.
"No. 1 ship Xi Ruiyun wrote a poem: Wing Chun tune, send to Qingyue Tower, Miss Xiyu, I need 38 flowers..."
"Ship No. 23, Master Ma Yuanru, has a seven-character quatrain. He will travel to Xilin tomorrow and get 12 purple orchids..."
"Ship No. 7, Miss Sima Ruyu, sang a poem about spring breeze and got 27 purple orchids..."
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A sound of trumpets came from the lake, as clear as silver, touching the heart and mind. As the sound fell, waves of exclamations and praises sounded on the lake, and the waves of the lake undulated slightly.
On the ship No. 138, Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun sat side by side on the bow. A small table was placed on the table. On the table were one plate each of muffins, osmanthus cake, peanuts, and melon seeds, along with two jugs of water and wine.
Xiao Bi, a girl in green clothes, and Xiao Lian, a girl in yellow clothes, held oars and sang happily in the breeze...
In this situation, even those who are not interested in visiting the lake can feel a different kind of comfort...
The boat drove aimlessly, passing by pavilions, temples, pavilions, historical sites, and mountain gorges, as if a beautiful and moving picture unfolded, one after another before the eyes of tourists.
Listening to the chants on the lake, Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun were puzzled and couldn't help asking: "You two girls, are you sending flowers for this poem? What's the use of it?"
Xiaobi replied with a smile: "You two young masters are not aware of something. The person who set the rules for the Talents Meeting this time is Zhang Changling, the great scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion. The food and drink provided on the boat are only for the talents and beauties who can board the boat."
You get the most basic treatment, and that's it. If you want to add more food, it's not impossible, but the people sitting on the boat need to improvise poems, or play music and sing songs. Then the maids on the boat will chant
The sound spread far and wide. After the organizer of the conference, the royal family appointed the old scholars upstairs in Xilin Lake to jointly taste and present a few purple orchids, the national flower of Tiannan. Only when a certain amount is accumulated can they obtain the corresponding mountain delicacies and birds.
, delicacies from the sea, fine wines…”
Xiaobi eloquently explained the rules for visiting the lake and enjoying the scenery. Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun were amazed when they heard this.
"It turns out there are so many ways in this. Zhang Changling is worthy of being a bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion. He can come up with such brilliant ideas."
Feng Jueyu took a gulp of the wine in the glass and his tongue was licking his tongue. The wine was also tasteless.
Feng Jueyu picked up the jug and was about to pour another glass, but when he picked it up, he found that the jug had become lighter. He shook it and found it was empty.
I looked up and saw Mu Qianjun opposite, holding another wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth.
"Damn, Brother Mu, you drank all the wine?"
Mu Qianjun shook the wine bottle vigorously, poured the last drop into his mouth, wiped his mouth with great dissatisfaction, and said: "What bullshit rules? You just don't let me drink to my heart's content."
Xiao Bi and Xiao Lian covered their mouths and smiled softly. Although the young man in yellow shirt in front of him had little literary talent, he was cute and cute. He was just too good at drinking. After just a while on the boat, the two standard bottles of wine were consumed by him.
One person drank everything.
"Mr. Mu, I can see that you are a hero in drinking. But if you don't have the best words to say next, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink anymore."
"Giggle," Xiaobi and Xiaolian said, laughing out loud.
Mu Qianjun glanced at the two girls, curled his lips and said, "I'm not happy, I'm really not happy. I asked you two ladies, can you give me another crossword puzzle?"
The two women smiled: "Master Mu, this little maid cannot be the master."
"Then what should I do? I'm a drunkard and a merry man. I should have known that I wouldn't be able to get on this broken ship."
"If the young master regrets it, my maid can send the two young masters back."
Feng Jueyu didn't enjoy his drink either. He only drank one glass of the two bottles of wine, and the rest went into Mu Qianjun's stomach: "Oh, Brother Mu, I'm trying to lure a wolf into the house." Feng Jueyu said
He put his hand on his forehead, looking deeply regretful.
"Hehe." Mu Qianjun scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "You made me laugh. If I had known this, I would have brought some wine."
Day, this guy’s head is full of wine, why don’t I drink you to death?
Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to this drunkard, just looking at the scenery.
In fact, he is also a good drinker. He originally thought that Mu Qianjun was an upright person and a person he could be friends with, so he planned to have a good time drinking with him.
Unexpectedly, this guy is a typical person who values wine over friends. He drank two bottles of wine as soon as he started drinking, leaving nothing for himself. He is really nothing.
Seeing that Feng Jueyu was silent, Mu Qianjun rolled his eyes and whispered: "Hey, brother, how about we find a way to exchange for some wine?"
"What can I do?" Feng Jueyu raised his eyelids.
Mu Qianjun said: "Didn't you bring that book with a thousand poems? Let's mess up the nice sentences in it and recombine a few poems. Maybe we can fool those old immortals."
Feng Jueyu wanted to die. He raised his thumb and said, "Awesome, you are so awesome..."
Xiaobi and Xiaolian trembled when they heard the laughter, and said: "Master Mu, you are so funny. Even our two girls remember most of the poetry collection. Do you think the bachelors can't tell?"
Feng Jueyu laughed and said: "Brother Mu, save it. If you want to have a good drink, why not get off the boat? There is nothing to see here anyway?"
"How about that?"
I thought that when it came to drinking, Mu Qianjun was in high spirits, but he suddenly retorted: "No, no, I can't get off the boat, even if I don't drink, I can't get off the boat."
"Why?" Feng Jueyu was stunned.
Mu Qianjun stopped talking and said, "Oh, brother, don't ask, I can't get off the boat anyway."
"Then just bear with it." Feng Jueyu sighed.
When it comes to reciting poems and composing poems, Feng Jueyu is indeed not good at it. Composing poems requires abundant inspiration. Every famous line that is famous throughout the ages cannot be obtained casually. People like Li Bai, the poet of the Tang Dynasty, and Du Fu, the poet sage, who can
It is not the great talents of the world who have created a large number of classic masterpieces.
When it comes to the method of killing people, Feng Jueyu admits that no one is convinced by him, but when it comes to writing poems, no one is convinced by him...
Feng Jueyu felt depressed and sat on the boat looking at the surrounding scenery. There were mountains, water, and beauties, but there was no wine. It was too bad.
Looking at Mu Qianjun again, this guy looks like a gentleman. What's going on with his eyes? Why are he swallowing his saliva while staring at the purple orchids on the surrounding ships?
Isn't this girl ready to rob if she can't drink anymore...
Just when he thought of this, Mu Qianjun slapped the table and stood up: "Damn it, if you don't give me a drink, I'll grab it..."
Well……
"Don't do it." Xiao Bi and Xiao Lian were startled. This was the Spring Talents Association. If they took someone's wine because they couldn't compose a poem, it would be a big joke.
Feng Jueyu stared at Mu Qianjun blankly and suddenly felt happy: "Brother Mu, are you such a good drinker?"
Mu Qianjun said sternly: "Of course, I don't drink or have fun. If you offend me, even Zhang Changling, I won't give him face."
Yes, I'm still a fool.
Feng Jueyu thought for a while, then slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay, for the sake of Brother Mu, Feng will make an exception today."
"Exception?" The three people who said this were confused. What do you mean, you have the ability to compose poetry? Who are you lying to? Didn't you just show off with a book of poems written by someone else?
The reason why Feng Jueyu made an exception was naturally not because of his outstanding literary talent, but because he planned to write down all the poems he remembered in exchange for some wine.
Anyway, I’m not famous, so it’s not too much to exchange for some wine. At worst, it’s not like I wrote the poem. Well, it wasn’t me at all.
Come on, I'm going to be shameless today and compose poems in exchange for wine, which will shock the spring talent gathering.
Feng Jueyu was so happy that he suddenly became heroic and shouted to Xiao Bi: "Xiao Bi, take down the sail."
There was an obviously big number hanging on the canvas. Feng Jueyu didn't want people to know that he wrote the poem. It would be too shameless to say it out like that.
"Why did you take it down?" Xiao Bi was puzzled.
"If you are asked to withdraw, then withdraw, Xiaolian, and get the four treasures of the study." Feng Jueyu rolled up his arms and sleeves, preparing to pretend to be cool for a few buckets of wine.
Mu Qianjun blinked and said happily: "Brother, have you figured it out? Great, take out the poetry collection and let's study it together."
"Study?" Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes.
Xiaolian was puzzled, but she still went into the houseboat and took out the Four Treasures of the Study.
The canvas was removed and there was no obvious ship number. Feng Jueyu picked up his pen and pondered, and suddenly asked: "Xiao Bi, Xiao Lian, how many purple orchids can I get in exchange for wine?"
"If you have more than ten sticks, you can exchange them for a pot of wine. If you have 50 sticks, you can exchange them for a jar. If you have more than 100 sticks, you can exchange them for three jars. If you can reach 500 sticks, you can drink freely."
500 sticks? Feng Jueyu shrank his neck. He just heard shouting from outside that Xi Ruiyun, the most talented person in Tiannan, only got 38 sticks for one poem. How many poems do you need to write?
But when I think about it, I am so scared. Master Li, Master Du, etc. are possessed by me. How can I still not get a mere 500 sticks?
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu closed his eyes. After a long time, he picked up the pen and wrote down on the paper. The speed was as fast as a copying machine.
After finishing writing an article, he handed the paper to Xiao Bi in a very arrogant manner: "Read..."
Xiao Bi, Xiao Lian, and Mu Qianjun surrounded him at the same time. They didn't believe that this bluffing and swindling talent could have the ability to compose poetry, but after reading it, the three of them were stunned.
Xiaobi and Xiaolian recited it silently three times, then looked surprised and said to Feng Jueyu with great respect: "It turns out that the real person of the young master does not show his face, and the little maid has blind eyes and cannot recognize Mount Tai."
After that, Xiaobi put the pulp aside, took the rice paper and read out loud:
In the spring, talented people will meet in the south of the world.
In March, the water of the lake is clear, and the spring birds in the cloud mountains are singing. The purple orchids reflect the Linxi, and the boat is passing through the Dongting.
Drinking companions come to meet each other and drink wine together. When the cup is in hand, the singing prostitutes must not stop talking.