Ji Taoist

In March, Yingchun Valley seems to have become a sea of ​​flowers. Various colorful and fragrant flowers are blooming in full bloom, as if showing people their beauty and vitality. Red peonies, pink peach blossoms, white pear blossoms... countless flowers are intertwined together to form a colorful picture.

Walking into Yingchun Valley is like being in a fairyland, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. The breeze blows, and the sea of ​​flowers ripples, and the petals fall like snowflakes, covering the earth with a colorful carpet of flowers. The air is filled with rich floral fragrance, attracting bees and butterflies to dance among the flowers, adding a bit of vitality and agility to this beautiful scenery.

Beside the flowing water, a large number of literati and poets gathered here, sitting on the ground and drinking happily.

"Spring is infinitely good, and the scenery is just what I want. It is a great pleasure in life to be able to drink with you here today!" Liu Feng raised his glass and shouted.

"Hahaha, Mr. Liu, raise your glass. Let's drink up the wine in the glass and celebrate the spring!"

"Celebrate the spring!"

There were painters painting excitedly on the side, and many dignitaries were sitting on high places. The literati around them smiled and came forward to raise their glasses to invite them, but they were all stopped by the people around them.

It can be seen that only literati with a big reputation can drink a glass with these dignitaries.

"Hahaha, talented people, it's rare to gather here today. Why not write a poem for this spring, for all the adults, and for all the talented people and beauties?"

"Since it's Zhang Daru who opened the mouth, then we'll show our ugliness!"

When the literati around heard it, their eyes lit up immediately, and they picked up the paper and pen to pretend to think hard, but in fact they had already poured out the ink they had prepared.

This is the grand event of the literati, chatting and drinking.

Because there are women joining in, naturally many women with outstanding family background and appearance are surrounded by scholars.

Lingyan was no exception. She forced herself to smile and deal with the scholars around her, but she was very anxious in her heart. She looked around from time to time, trying to find Yan Buji's figure.

As a guard, Master Zhong was allowed to enter but could only stand aside and could not sit with these scholars.

Although he saw that Lingyan was a little abnormal, it seemed to be more serious than he thought.

I don't know what the lady is worried about...

"It's okay."

On the high platform nearby, several great scholars looked at the poems presented by the scholars, nodded and responded with difficulty.

If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't swear, I really wanted to slap his mother. What a bunch of shit he wrote!

The praised scholar was excited and trembling all over, as if he had been recognized by the great scholars and would be able to rise to prominence soon.

Liu Feng, who was drunk, staggered over and took a look while drinking. His face suddenly turned ugly and he said, "Old Zhang, are you blind? What is written here? How can such words come out of your mouth?"

The faces of several great scholars turned black, and the faces of the scholars next to them were also not good.

Is there such a slap in the face in public?

The scholar who presented the poem was not convinced, and asked with a red face: "I wonder what masterpiece Mr. Liu has written?!"

"Hahaha, I don't dare to claim that I have written a masterpiece, I write better than you! Everyone, listen!"

Liu Feng gulped down a few mouthfuls, smacked his lips, wiped the wine from his lips, and said with a red face:

"The orchid wind is light, the oriole sings cleverly, I should be happy to leave the valley. Flying past the north window, passing the clear dawn, the beautiful sun shines through the green curtains. The seal platform is fragrant. I just woke up and wore a jade hairpin. Why do I feel that my waist is thin, and the new skirt is wide."

When this poem came out, all the scholars present were shocked. After savoring it carefully, they found the beauty of this poem and nodded to express that it was excellent.

Several great scholars also had their eyes light up. Seeing Liu Feng start drinking again, they asked, "What about the next verse?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, so let's just leave it as it is."

Liu Feng turned around, staggered off the stage, and continued to sit aside and drink with others, laughing and talking happily, so free and easy.

Several great scholars shook their heads helplessly and laughed.

"This Liu Feng's talent is really amazing."

"He is worthy of being called Zuihua Jushi."

Several old men beside him also laughed and said, "It's a honor to hear Mr. Liu's new work. Although there is only the first verse, it is also the best among so many works, right?"

"The best? I don't think so! Hahaha!"

A great scholar next to him suddenly slapped the table and laughed in surprise.

Huh?

The people present turned their heads and looked at him in confusion.

Is there anyone who writes better than Liu Feng? !

Liu Feng didn't seem to care and kept drinking.

The great scholar exclaimed:

"There is a river between Jingkou and Guazhou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains."

When the first two sentences came out, many scholars looked strange.

"Is Jingkou the capital? Where is Guazhou? Isn't Zhongshan a high mountain in Qiandao?"

"Maybe it's just a random thought? Look at the last two sentences."

Many scholars were a little surprised, of course, this does not affect their literacy and can see that these two sentences are indeed somewhat interesting.

But with the next two sentences, the people present, including Liu Feng who was drinking, suddenly turned their heads and widened their eyes!

"The spring breeze has greened the south bank of the river again, when will the bright moon shine on me again."

Even Lingyan, who was standing aside, couldn't help but exclaimed after hearing it: "What a green south bank, it's really wonderful!"

"Good, good, good!"

"Just based on this word 'green', this is a classic handed down from generation to generation! I wonder which great talent wrote it, can you come forward to see it?!" Several great scholars stood up and looked around.

Liu Feng stood up, and the people around him were stunned.

Could it be you who wrote it?

Liu Feng walked up to the high platform and bowed to everyone, saying: "I wonder which talented scholar wrote such a masterpiece, which is much better than my nonsense. Can you come forward to meet one or two?"

The literati breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Feng just wrote half of an exquisite ci, and he can write such a great poem. How can they live?

Isn't the limelight all taken away by him?

Although I am definitely not someone who can write such a poem, as long as it is not Liu Feng, it's fine.

The literati present also have to save face, so no one dared to claim it.

A scholar in simple clothes stood up from the corner, stepped forward step by step under the surprised eyes of everyone, and bowed to several adults and scholars and Liu Feng:

"I am Zhang Xungui, meet the adults, meet Brother Liu."

Zhang Xungui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile. On his slightly delicate and immature face, there is a pair of bright eyes like stars, as if there is no dust in the world. Although his clothes are simple and unadorned, from his upright posture and majestic demeanor, one can still feel the unyielding pride and tenacity deep in his heart.

Zhang Xungui!

Is this the author of this poem? !

It's really amazing!

He is so young and can surpass Liu Feng's talent. I think he will be extraordinary in the future!

The literati present were moved and wanted to get to know him.