After Zhou Bai's body was strengthened, he put on a thin white spring shirt. With his clear face, it would have been easy for others to look down upon him.
But upon closer inspection, we found that Zhou Bai had firm eyebrows and bright eyes, and had a peculiar temperament that attracted people's attention.
Mature? calm? Or is it confidence? In short, I won’t be treated like a teenager who has just tied his hair.
At this time, Qi Hua, who held the Tingshan Poetry Meeting, noticed him and quickly stepped forward to pull people into the pavilion.
Zhou Bai's enthusiasm for Qi Hua was undeniable. He had experienced it during the previous few gatherings, and he always met everyone with a smile.
"I've met Brother Qi. Thank you Brother Qi for providing such a pleasant venue. I've met all of you. Please bear with me and forgive me if Zhou has any inappropriate remarks." Zhou Bai said calmly and gestured one by one.
Some people looked normal, just treating Zhou Bai as a normal attendee; some people were full of goodwill, because they had heard Zhou Bai's poems, or they wanted to make friends; but some people looked worried, as if they didn't care at all. Welcome him.
Zhou Bai didn't pay much attention to the others, but he was deeply impressed by those who didn't welcome him.
The tycoon of Pingcang County, Zhao Liangji, and several talented young men who were well-known in the county were dissatisfied with Zhou Bai.
As for the other people in Pingcang County, they must have fallen into Qi Hua's eyes. Although this person was very enthusiastic about Zhou Bai, he actually had high standards.
No matter how the people present felt about Zhou Bai, they would not make any mistake in front of Qi Hua and greet them one by one.
"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's continue communicating. If the poem is well written, I will be lucky."
Qi Hua was born in the Wangqi family of the county, and he was the direct descendant of Xingwu Bo Qiwu, and he was the successor to his title.
It's just that although Qi Wu was an earl and made great contributions to the expansion of the northern border, he was born at the wrong time and was not a founding hero.
Those whose title is not preceded by the founding of the country cannot be hereditary. Even if the title is obtained through meritorious service, it can only be hereditary at a reduced level.
Passed down for several generations, Bo Zinan's third-class noble titles had been inherited by Qi Hua's ancestors. When it was his turn, he was already in the fourth generation and could only hold the title of Xiaoqi Lieutenant.
Xiaoqiwei has the benefits of a sixth-grade official position, followed by third-grade officials. It is not until Wuqiwei that Xingwu Bo's blessings are exhausted.
Looking at it this way, the imperial court is actually worthy of Uncle Xingwu. After all, the gentleman has been killed for five generations.
The Qi family has always been inherited as a noble family, and its main positions are in the army. Later, Qi Hua's grandfather realized that sooner or later the lintel would decline, so he allocated his strength to study for the imperial examination.
It can only be said that the path to the imperial examination requires not only talent, but also resources.
With the efforts of the "Earl" Mansion, Qi's father won the Jinshi, and gave up his title to Qi Hua, and entered the court as the fifth-rank Guanglu Temple Shaoqing.
Fortunately, Qi Hua's father was strong, otherwise the decline of the Qi family would have been imminent, and Xiaoqiwei's sixth-grade treatment could not support a wealthy and powerful family in the county.
Have the descendants of warriors finally studied and learned Taoism?
Zhou Baiwang's Qi Technique naturally opened up, and a cloud of luck rose up, and the entire Canglan Pavilion suddenly gathered like mist and rain.
Since he was looking at a group of people at once, the introductory Qi-gazing technique could barely hold on for a few moments, and Zhou Bai only had time to take a cursory glance.
Qi Hua is the most noble, his destiny is hidden in the depths and has never been revealed, but he has red and yellow Qi, and the thick white Qi around him is almost as white as snow, and his luck is infinitely higher than everyone present.
As for the others, most of them have a few wisps of red energy flowing, and the white luck is gathering and not dispersing.
There was only one person next to Zhao Liangji, who was filled with red aura during his foreign luck, and the light yellow aura was particularly obvious.
This person was a celebrity, and Zhou Bai also knew him. Sun Yucheng was the concubine of the Sun family in Bei'an County. He was talented and well-known.
In my memory, this Mr. Sun was not a simple man. He used his concubine to seize his legitimate son and became the unshakable heir of the Sun family.
Later, a catastrophe took advantage of the situation and swept surrounding counties and counties, becoming a strong competitor for the hegemony of the state.
Since there is no way to deal with it, Zhou Bai wants to find out the details, but his practice is not in place. He just saw too many people in the introductory Qi-gazing technique, and it is no longer enough to observe people's fate.
This self-confidence immediately aroused Sun Yucheng's luck alert, and a mist emerged, directly blocking the visit.
The main theme of the poetry meeting is of course poetry discussion. Just when Zhou Baiguan was thinking about it, the poems in the pavilion had already gone around in a circle.
"Snow ape, bamboo and green moon invade the window, who picks the beaded sleeves and the moon shines brightly..."
"Brother Zhao, your poem is a good poem but it doesn't fit the occasion."
"Oh, I'm ashamed. I'm good at classics and meanings. Why don't we let Ping Cang take the top spot? His poems have been famous in the county and city recently, and no one can challenge him." As he spoke, Zhao Liangji turned around and pointed the finger at him. Zhou Bai.
Moreover, there are many compliments and insults in the words, and the literati are dismissive of each other. If they hear it, many people will look bad now.
Especially Sun Yucheng, either because of his good friendship with Zhao Liangji, or because of luck, the two were incompatible with each other, and he was not happy with Zhou Baipo.
Then he said: "Hongxiu, change a song to entertain Mr. Zhou; add incense, take out the paper from Chengxintang and prepare to record it. When the poetry meeting is over, take it back to the county for recitation."
Immediately, two beautiful maids accepted the promise, the gentle guzheng tune suddenly sped up, and the excitement seemed to disrupt people's thoughts. The plain white and neat precious clearing paper was also laid out, just waiting to be written.
"Zhou Bai? You're late, why don't you come up with ideas and wait for the next round." Seeing someone targeting him, Qi Hua couldn't help but say kindly to Zhou Bai.
Zhou Bai laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "Since Brother Zhao and Brother Sun have such kind intentions, why shouldn't I dare to show my shame? There is a seven-step poem in ancient times, and I should follow it."
"Okay, Haoqi Qianyun, I will pour wine for Brother Zhou to make him happy!" Qi Hua's eyes lit up, he poured a cup of hot wine from the warm wine pot and handed it to Zhou Bai.
In fact, many people in the pavilion are not crowned and have no habit of drinking, but through the ages, how can impromptu poetry be accompanied by good wine!
Zhou Bai knew what Qi Hua meant. He stood up and took the wine glass. He lowered his head and smelled the wine. He took another sip and found that it was a good jade wine.
He held the cup in one hand and put the other behind his back, taking the first step toward the east.
I saw a graceful stream surrounding Tingshan, and the sound of flowing water could be heard faintly.
Green mountains, tinkling flowing water, such an elegant scene, how can you not feel sad.
At this moment, the "noisy" sound of the piano cannot overpower the gurgling stream, let alone the east wind blowing from the mountains.
"The mountains and rivers are a perfect match for each other, let's use words to reconcile them!"
Immediately after the second and third steps, the clear voice has brought out the words.
"Let's toast the east wind with wine, and let's be calm together. The willows are hanging on the purple road in the east of the north city. We always join hands at that time, and travel through the fragrant bushes."
After the fourth step, the upper palace has emerged, and everyone's faces are slightly solemn, at least it's a red word.
Of course, many people wonder where this boy, who is only fifteen, came to join hands with a close friend, and where does he get the sense of the vicissitudes of time.
Zhou Bai ignored their doubts, exclamations, and even anger. Some people felt that the words were not his.
Step five, step six...
Gathering and separation are painful and hurried, and this hatred is endless.
This year's flowers are more red than last year's.
It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who knows?
In the seventh step, the wine has just been finished, and I have all kinds of emotions as I "know who I am with".
At some point, Hong Xiu, who was ordered to play, stopped playing the piano, and Tian Xiang, who was writing the lyrics, forgot to put the period on.
The entire Canglan Pavilion was silent, leaving only the mountain breeze and the lingering stream.
