Jiangnan·Luzhou City·Main Courtyard of Baichen Villa
Baichen Villa deserves to be the leading literary house in the south of the Yangtze River. There are poems, calligraphy and paintings everywhere in the villa, and it is magnificent. This may be related to the name of the owner of the villa, Prince Wu Zheng. Above the main hall, there is a four-letter hanging with the words "Wu Zheng" written on it. A plaque with big characters.
The villa's courtyard has already been arranged with seats for guests, as well as necessities for scholars such as pens and inkstones. The closer you are to the first seat, the more noble your status is, followed by nobles from various places, the three major sects and members of the royal family.
Yun Musheng and others, as representatives of Jiangnan Lanyue Villa, their seats are second only to the three major sects.
Although the difference in position will show the level of status, Baichen Villa has always had an unwritten rule. Anyone who enters the Villa to participate in the poetry meeting has the same status as a scholar. Even the most ordinary civilian scholar can be compared with The prince argued his point of view.
If someone speaks rudely in this holy place, no matter whether it is a prince or a noble, everyone can give him a slap in the face, and no one can retaliate in the future. Otherwise, he will be stigmatized by the world as a barbarian and will never be able to hold his head up again.
A few years ago, there was an idle gentleman who claimed to be the young master of Prince Taotie. When he was arguing with someone, he cursed the other person because he was born into a peasant family.
Who would have thought that as soon as he finished scolding him, he turned around and was slapped by Young Master Wu Zheng. Not only was he completely humiliated, but he was also dismissed from his position as Young Master by Emperor Ling.
After the scholars in the world learned about this, they all admired the righteousness of Mr. Wu Zheng, and powerful people no longer dared to act recklessly in Baichen Villa.
The first process of the poetry meeting is the poetry recitation and pairing among the major literati, so as to learn from each other's talents.
Yun Musheng looked around absently for a long time, but could not find the figure he was looking forward to from his seat in the airport building that day, but he still had a bit of luck in being able to find that little bit of red in the crowd.
A stick of incense has passed, and the poetry gathering is full of literati and poets. Although Yun Musheng has been interested in those masterpieces since childhood, the poems written by these half-hearted scholars are far inferior to even Chen Sanqi, which makes him Feeling that life was boring, he left the table and wanted to have a good time in this legendary villa.
Jiangnan·Luzhou City·Baichen Villa Qinting
Yun Musheng came to a lotus pond in the villa, and saw that in the pond, the water was rippling with clear light, the lotus flowers were hanging shyly, and a green leaf not only set off the softness of the flowers, but also covered the fish in the pond.
This place is not like the noise of various literati in the courtyard. There are only a few water droplets tapping on the rock, beating the rhythm of the orioles singing green willows. Yun Musheng looks at the scene in front of him, enjoying the brief tranquility.
When passing a corner, I suddenly seemed to bump into someone, and only heard a soft scream.
"Ouch!"
"I'm sorry, girl, I was moved by the beautiful scenery at the next moment..."
Before Yun Musheng could finish speaking, she was so surprised and speechless by the person in front of her. After all, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, the bird in the pond was a bird on the branch, and the person in front of her was her sweetheart.
Dressed in a gorgeous but not enchanting red dress, with a pretty face like white jade, isn't it the Lord Yue Gong, Qiu Mingming, who Yun Musheng misses day and night? People have searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she happened to bump into her. Full of arms.
Qiu Mingming calmed down, and when she saw the familiar face in front of her, her heart trembled with joy. Just as she took a step forward, she suddenly came back to her senses and immediately turned around and looked away:
"Yun... Mr. Yun is doing so well these days. Why don't you come to this corner of the villa instead of reciting poems and writing poems?"
Yun Musheng also reacted from the surprise just now, and turned to look at the pond ahead:
"I'm having a good time. The courtyard... is a little noisy. Qiuqiu, you see, it's quite quiet here, which is suitable for two people..."
When Yun Musheng said that she realized something was wrong with her words, she paused for a moment. The two of them had hardly seen each other for several years. Although they exchanged letters from time to time, the sudden meeting made the two of them at a loss.
"How about the two of you?" Qiu Mingming turned to look at Yun Musheng, her face pretending to be calm but she couldn't hide the lingering look in her eyes.
"The two...ah, of course we are enjoying the scenery." Yun Musheng finally found an excuse and breathed a sigh of relief, but who would have thought that Lord Yuegong would become reluctant at this time:
"Okay, then let's enjoy the scenery without saying anything. If anyone can't hold it in and opens his mouth, he or she will jump into the pond."
Yun Musheng's face showed some embarrassment, but he had no choice but to calm down and just enjoy the beautiful scenery quietly. But at this time, he was just like the young woodcutter in the folk tale "The Woodcutter Pity the Flowers". The yearning in my heart is not for the beautiful scenery, but for the beautiful woman.
After a long while, I finally couldn't help it and turned around:
"Okay Qiuqiu, I give up. Such an atmosphere is really strange."
"Then... I'm willing to admit defeat."
Qiu Mingming looked at Yun Musheng with a smile. Yun Musheng had no choice but to move slightly towards the edge of the pool. When Qiu Mingming saw this, she covered her mouth and laughed softly, and hurriedly pulled Yun Musheng's sleeves. road:
"Okay Yunyun, I'm kidding you. We haven't seen each other for many years. Hey, have you found a new love?"
Yun Musheng's expression suddenly softened a lot, and she began to speak in a smooth tone:
"Yes, it happens every day. Yesterday was Qiuqiu, today is Qiuqiu, and tomorrow will also be Qiuqiu."
As soon as these words came out, Qiu Mingming's face turned red with embarrassment, not just because of these words, but because Yun Musheng didn't know when he grabbed Qiu Mingming's wrist, maybe when Qiu Mingming was just pulling up his sleeves. .
Yun Musheng noticed it and quickly let go of his hand, feeling a little embarrassed. Just at this time, Qiu Mingming's maid came and broke the two people's reminiscence:
"Miss, why are you here? Mr. Wu Zheng's viewing debate is about to begin. If you don't go, you will be in trouble!"
"Okay, okay, Sister Fishbone, don't rush me, I'll be here right away."
After saying that, Qiu Mingming smiled at Yun Musheng, and then followed the maid named Yushi towards the main hall. As soon as she left Yun Musheng's sight, the fishbone girl's gossip surged up:
"Hey, sister Mingming, do you know that young man just now? He looks so handsome, he couldn't be the boy from Huayun that my sister mentioned!" Qiu Mingming reached out and poked Yuqi's nose, and said angrily:
"Don't talk too much!"
Jiangnan·Luzhou City·Main Courtyard of Baichen Villa
The Poetry Club comes to the second stage, the Scenery Debate. This is the most literary section of the Jiangnan Poetry Club. The owner of the village, Mr. Wu Zheng, will come up with a topic. Literary talents from all over the world can contribute if they have insights. Step forward and solve the problem.
In the end, the person whose answer is most favorable to Mr. Wu Zheng will be given a jade pen engraved with patterns related to the title. This is a supreme honor in the literary world. After all, only those who have received this honor in the past few years have Qiu Zhongwen, the former master of Tianji Tower, if no one can solve the question, or the answer is different from Mr. Wu Zheng's, then no one can get this pen.
People scattered in the courtyard took their seats one after another. Just hearing the sound of drums, a man walked out from behind the screen in front of the courtyard. He was holding a scimitar but looked like a scholar. He was dressed in green but didn't look weak. He looked extraordinary. I think this man must be. He is the legendary Young Master Wu Zheng.
I don't know if it was Yun Musheng's misunderstanding, but Young Master Wu Zheng seemed to glance at his position from time to time. However, thinking about how this famous Young Master Wu Zheng paid attention to a junior like him, he probably saw it wrong.
Young Master Wu Zheng drew out his scimitar, turned it skillfully in his hand, and then cut open the white curtain on the screen, revealing the pattern inside, which was a seemingly ordinary leaf of young grass. Everyone in the courtyard was a little touched when they saw this. No idea.
It was exactly noon at this time, the breeze was blowing, and the dazzling sunlight gradually poured into the main courtyard and gradually fell on the screen.
"Look! The grass is starting to grow leaves!"
