The two slowly walked through the garden and arrived at Mujiang Terrace.
Although this place is named after Taiwan, it is located on both sides of a narrow river.
Looking up, Tang Sufan was still wondering where Qin Huaiying and Cheng Chumo were, and where were those random guys.
His eyes were immediately attracted by the current situation.
In the middle of the Furong Garden is an artificial river, with a bridge every ninety-nine steps.
The bridge is decorated with carvings and colorful decorations, pavilions and railings are erected on both sides, and the flow of people is like water, which is the most eye-catching.
In that river, there are seven lantern cruise boats parked at the moment.
This lantern cruise is a unique feature of Chang'an City. It only appears every year during the Lantern Festival or when the court and the people celebrate important events.
And every one here is a precious object, and it can be seen that the cost is extraordinary.
The power of the family was immediately revealed.
Interlacing lights and noisy voices.
The Furong Garden in the royal garden was extremely lively for a while.
At this time, countless talented scholars were already composing poems in front of the tables set up on the shore.
After everyone has finished their poem, someone will transfer the rice paper to the lantern.
In this way, it is beautiful and freehand, and even at night, those great scholars and sages with bad eyesight can see it clearly at a glance.
Then hang the lanterns on the cruise ship, and the cruise ship will circle around to select the hundred best poems.
This method is quite novel.
In addition to talented people, there are also beauties.
Some women rose up, and some wrote poems and nominated them to compete for the title of women.
This kind of scenery was probably only seen in the Tang Dynasty.
Tang Sufan glanced around and saw an inscription hanging high on each lantern boat.
Take the first one as an example, with "Willow" as the title.
The second one is titled "Cloud".
The third one is titled "Xian".
…
Looking around, it seems that after each poem is composed, the verses written under the corresponding title must be hung on the attached lantern boat.
For a while, countless students looked sad and thought hard. Then they pretended to have a "sudden inspiration", then their strokes flew like flying, and finally nodded with satisfaction.
At the poetry meeting, there are only a few people who are inspired by the scene and can compose a poem in seven steps.
Like that, unless you are extremely talented and brilliant, or you are arrogant and don't know what to say.
But if there are a hundred or ninety-nine people who do this, they will overturn.
But that student all has a dream of becoming a scholar, no matter if he is pretending or if he is really talented.
This is the last word to be successfully selected.
Therefore, whether it is today's student association or other poetry gatherings, it is not uncommon for talented students to polish their poems in advance and guess the topics to compose poems.
They even bought inscriptions and lyrics, but it was tacitly understood and hidden in the dark.
But to pretend, you still have to pretend to be a human being.
That way of shaking one's head and thinking hard is not uncommon in this student union.
Over the years, the poems of the Chang'an Students Association cannot be the same topic, and there are always one or two guesses.
As for whether you can be the best in poetry, it really depends on your overt and covert abilities.
Somewhere.
"I didn't expect that Brother Liu would actually choose to use clouds as the topic. This topic is very difficult to argue. It seems that Brother Liu is a great talent!"
Naturally, there were also conversations and comparisons, and the man who called himself Brother Liu was also happy.
At a garden party before, I came across a poem about clouds by chance, but I probably didn't take it to heart. But now that I think about it carefully, I find it is quite consistent with this scene.
Not only are fewer students selected for the "Cloud" question, but it is more difficult, but once written well, the chance of being selected is naturally much higher than other questions.
Now, I happened to have some good luck.
Brother Liu bowed his hands in salute and said with a flat smile: "No, no, I'm just inspired by the spirit. It's wonderful to see the clouds in the sky. I just got a chance to think about it——"
"Haha, Brother Liu is so talented, so talented!"
Scenes like this can be seen everywhere in this crowd of countless students.
This topic has been around for a long time, and only now are the scattered lanterns started to be hung on lantern cruises.
When a question is given, it is naturally impossible to answer it immediately. You have to think deeply about it at least.
Even if you are "quick in thinking", you can't be that fast, right?
Naturally, there are also people who pretend to be quite competent.
On the middle bank of the river.
There was a student in a long gown, with his hands behind his back and fluttering clothes, looking at the winter plum blossoms in the distance, contemplating without moving, as if he was thinking hard.
This scene happened to be seen by Tang Sufan. Isn't this the dog from the Zheng family who came to Xiaoyaoxuan to provoke him before?
Zheng Laosan?
This bitch pretends to be decent, but no, tsk tsk——
Not as handsome as me~
But what he didn't see was the sadness flashing across Wang Xinyue's face next to him...
I saw Zheng Lihao thinking hard about a cup of tea, and then his face became happy, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a proud smile.
Then he waved with one hand, showing outstanding momentum.
"Here comes the pen!"
Zheng Lihao's unique gesture naturally frightened a group of people, and they quickly followed him.
I'm returning the sword!
Tang Sufan was a little embarrassed about this performance in the second grade.
But it's not very embarrassing, after all, he has pretended to be like this before.
Men, just decorate, but not too much.
The maids and servants who were already walking among the crowd naturally quickly brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones to the third young master of the Zheng family.
The difference in treatment is obvious at a glance.
Zheng Lihao drove with ease and walked to the desk where there were few desks. He was calm and relaxed, and his writing was as fast as a snake.
Before anyone could take a look, he grabbed the rice paper and handed it to the boy next to him to hang on the boat.
He has the demeanor of an unruly and talented person.
Zheng Lihao also thinks that this wave has the right amount of chicness and uninhibitedness.
Sure enough, there was a flurry of flattery coming from all around.
"Brother Zheng is so talented! He is the best among us..."
"Haha, it seems that Brother Zheng has passed this first level, but it's something that comes easily. Congratulations to Brother Zheng in advance~"
"..."
For a time, there was a flood of flattery.
There is no way, he is the third son of the Zheng family, the third young master of the Zheng family.
To countless people, he was born to be Master Jin, and it would be good to take good care of him.
And in a place like this, all you get is a face.
"This Zheng Laosan is really good at pretending~"
Tang Sufan smiled, but did not join the crowd.
Instead, she and Wang Xinyue stood aside, watching the lively and complicated scene.
By the way, he could also... chat with the ladies who passed by and took the initiative to say hello to his handsome little poetry fairy.
He has no intention of fighting with them.
Just when Tang Sufan was watching this "Zheng Laosan" show off.
"Brother Fan, Brother Fan~"
A groaning voice came from beside Tang Sufan.
There were too many people around, and Tang Sufan didn't notice anyone approaching.
When he turned his head when he heard this sound, he saw the dark face of Yuchi Baolin approaching him.
Tang Sufan almost said something about the quintessence of Chinese culture on the spot.
But it wasn't this guy's sudden approach that startled him.
But this guy didn't know what happened. His dark face was already dark, and now it was stained with a lot of mud.
Moreover, there are a lot of redness and swelling, combined with the dark and resentful complexion, how can it not be scary?
Not to mention Tang Sufan, even Wang Xinyue looked frightened and took a step back in a hurry.
Tang Sufan came back to his senses and said angrily: "Didn't I ask you to find someone else's girl? How did you end up like this?"
I saw Yuchi Baolin with a dumbfounded look on his face, and said helplessly: "Brother Fan, I was beaten——"
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Chapter 2 is coming
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