The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are shining brightly.
Autumn is refreshing.
More than a thousand scholars gathered, full of literary spirit. In an inconspicuous corner, Wu Zhengchun looked confused, not knowing the true meaning of Wang Song's words.
"It's a secret, why didn't you live in the firewood house with the three of us?" Wang Song narrowed his eyes and joked.
"Brother Wang." Wu Zhengchun became more and more itchy, so he stepped forward with his right foot, bent over and saluted the scholar.
"Don't say it, don't say it." Wang Song pretended to raise his hand, then waved his hand and said.
"Brother Wang." Wu Zhengchun's expression suddenly stiffened.
"Hahaha."
Chen Guhong and Zheng Chong laughed out loud.
At this moment, there was movement on the stone platform in the middle. The stone platform made of marble is as warm as jade, and under the swaying of the moonlight, it has a hazy and dreamy beauty.
At this moment, a showy foot stepped onto the steps and walked up step by step.
The owner of this showy foot is really beautiful, with an oval face that is too fat for a little bit, and too thin for a little bit less, and the rosy and slightly plump lips are alluring.
The big eyes with distinct black and white, appear deep.
The exquisite facial features seemed to be born on her pretty face.
Looking at the face is too prejudiced, because her figure is more graceful, with a moderately sized breast, a slender waist that is full of grip, and a round buttocks that suddenly grow downward.
Everything shows her beauty.
The embroidered shoes under her feet are pink, the black hair is slightly loose, and the beads on the bun sway slightly as she walks, making a clear and ethereal sound. She was covered in emerald-colored clothes slightly embellished with some red, and a long skirt with large sleeves, fluttering like a fairy.
As the owner of Xiuzu ascended the stairs step by step, like a fairy soaring in the daytime, she crowned the audience with beauty.
With her appearance, the noisy scene suddenly quieted down. Even though I saw the market again, drank flower wine, and met many top courtesans in brothels, my eyes widened and I looked at her in disbelief.
"When Shen Yuluoyan is used on her, it looks a bit vulgar."
"This is Shi Miaomiao, who crowns the world with beauty. Normally, even dignitaries would find it difficult to see her."
Even Chen Guhong felt a little distracted, if it wasn't for the primordial spirit in his head, he would have fallen under her pomegranate skirt all of a sudden. He secretly praised in his heart: "I thought that I was used to seeing modern beauties, and the so-called beauty crowning the world was nothing more than mediocrity. But I didn't expect real people to be so beautiful. Elegant temperament, classical beauties. This is something that modern times don't have. "
Chen Guhong was in a daze for a moment, let alone Wang Song and Zheng Chong, the two of them had already widened their eyes, revealing that they looked like pig brothers.
"Although we have met several times, I am still amazed by her beauty." Wu Zhengchun was also slightly distracted, and then said with emotion.
At this moment, a futon was placed on the stone platform, a table was placed, and a piano was placed on the table. Shi Miaomiao gently blessed everyone, then knelt down.
Plain hand plucked the piano.
"Boom!"
The strings vibrate slightly, and the sound of the piano is ethereal, piercing through the ears of the people, and suppressing the world with one sound.
The scholars present were immersed in the sound of the piano and looked forward to the follow-up.
Then an ancient song unfolded slowly, like a landscape painting, very three-dimensional. It is very comfortable to listen to. Chen Guhong knew the qin, but he never imagined that the sound of the qin could be so beautiful.
"The celestial sounds are faint and inaudible, but the zither sounds in this world are traceable. Not to mention anything else, just this zither sound, this trip is already worthwhile."
Chen Guhong let go of all distracting thoughts, closed his eyes slightly, and listened to the sound of the piano. Everyone present is like this, which shows that this sound can suppress ghosts, and its reputation is well-deserved.
At the end of the song, Shi Miaomiao on the stage gave another blessing to the scholars, and then left slowly, coming in a hurry and leaving in a misty way.
"The sound of the fairy is still in the ear, but the fairy trail is already indistinct." Some scholars stared at Shi Miaomiao's leaving figure infatuatedly, wishing for eternity.
But I also know that it's a fool's dream, after all, she is a famous Liangzhou scholar who is the most beautiful in the world, and it is difficult for Wan Jin to see her delicate face.
At this moment, Wu Xiude raised his clothes slightly with his left hand, stepped up step by step, and stepped on the steps. He looked at the scholars present with a smile, and Langsheng said: "Miss Shi Miaomiao, I don't need to introduce you."
After a pause, Wu Xiude smiled again: "Miss Shi Miaomiao likes crabapple, tonight's poetry meeting will be themed with crabapple. If anyone wins the ringleader, they will be able to drink tea and discuss piano with Miss Miaomiao alone."
"Boom!"
It was astonishing, but the poetry meeting was already enthusiastic before it even started.
"I want to listen to one more song."
"I want to see my face again."
The scholar's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and he immediately studied ink and prepared poems.
Wang Song and Zheng Chong also felt very moved, but they were a child, and it was too late to study chapters and sentences to prepare for the exam. A painting idiot, he devoted himself to painting all day long.
Then he could only sigh and stare blankly.
"Alas!"
The two sighed in unison.
"Although I have seen it several times and heard the sound of the piano several times. But such a beautiful woman, the heart is moved again and again. After seeing her, who doesn't want to see her again?"
Wu Zhengchun laughed, and concentrated on contemplating it first, and only when the aura was sufficient, he would be able to move freely. Then he studied the ink and swiped a brush, and the pen was full of momentum, and the twenty-eight characters were already vividly written on the paper.
Wang Song and Zheng Chong wanted to check it curiously, but seeing that Wu Zhengchun had dried the ink, they rolled up the paper and gave it to a slave not far away who was in charge of collecting the works.
"Don't look, don't look, it won't be beautiful after you look at it."
Wu Zhengchun said with a smile.
"Humph."
Wang Song and Zheng Chong snorted, then turned to look at Chen Guhong. But he also found that Chen Guhong had already written a poem and gave it to Hao Nu.
"Guhong, is it smooth?"
Wang Song and Zheng Chong asked in unison, thinking about stepping on Liang Sheng.
"The sharp sword faces east, straight to your head." Chen Guhong stood with his hands behind his back, smiling boldly. When Wang Song and Zheng Chong thought of Chen Guhong's singing that night, they were convinced, and they all showed joy.
Wu Zhengchun was absent that night, and he was squeezed out by Wang Song, so he didn't know the truth, so he could only stay in the fog.
The four friends of Suihan are discussed in a small circle. But it doesn't affect the general situation of the audience, everyone is a scholar, playing with writing is a housekeeping skill, although the good and the bad are mixed, but the poems and poems are right.
Some are fast, some are slow.
But all of them have been made into poems.
The incessant greetings caused the slaves and maidservants to break their legs. At the same time, "examination papers" fell like snowflakes on the desks of Wu Xiude, Ruan Yu, and Chen Yuan.
These three are the examiners of the poetry club.
The three examiners first screened out those too mediocre poems, leaving 30 of the best poems, and then let people read them aloud.
The seats for the three examiners are near the stone platform. Ruan Yu faced Wu Xiude, Chen Yuan cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Encourage everyone."
"Okay." Wu Xiude smiled.
"It's the first time for me to be an examiner, and maybe it's the only time in my life." Chen Yuan said with a smile, looking forward to it.
At the same time, the scholars present were also looking forward to the appearance of the leader of this poetry meeting.
In addition to scholars, Shi Miaomiao is also looking forward to it.