Chapter 12： Wen Yan (1/2)

Pei Ziyun couldn't help smiling, picking up chopsticks, eating it, wondering: ”What is the purpose of this feast, which costs a lot?”

原 The original owner of the previous life has a bit of memory. He came once and listened to the chat again. After a while, he understood things.

原来 ”It turned out that this is a banquet set up by people in the city. Although this is a move from the previous dynasty, the new dynasty is also respected, loves reading, and is good at managing money. It is already a wealthy city.”

”Because it was a person from the former dynasty, he didn't show up. He was very supportive. He hosted this banquet every year. In the seven counties in the house, the top ten children were invited and celebrities in the city participated.”

”Not only the banquet, but also a literary meeting later, writing and writing poems, will be under the guidance of seniors. If you can stand out, not only will there be generous rewards, but also the spread of the name of the text.”

These children were born of this feast.

At this time, I suddenly heard a noise in front of me. It turned out that people were coming here.

Pei Ziyun looked at it. In front of him was a majestic old man, who was in a moody mood, talked to the lifter, went upstairs, and was followed by two people.

This person looks like he is only forty years old, with a mustache and a must-have character. It is not surprisingly dressed. What is impressive is the dark eyes.

Pei Ziyun eats slowly. If he is thinking, this will make people know, Yue Qiushan, the word of Run.

老 This old man is obviously an official. As long as the official has this style, if you think about it carefully, you will remember: ”It's Jinfu Fuyuan of the government!”

Fu Yuanguan to the minister of the ceremony, now retired.

Seeing these two people seated, a little bit older, some people stood up: ”Students are brave enough to throw bricks to attract jade.”

The person in front of you, singing aloud at this moment, or a poem or a essay, later, another person stood up. As soon as this person stood out, everyone looked together.

I saw that the boy was wearing a blue shirt and looked in the lamp. He was chic and attracted the attention of Fu Yuan and Yue Qiushan. I saw that this man was singing.

Pei Ziyun looked up and saw the man, his eyes instantly became cold.

Zhang Yanyu!

I want to say that this person does not have much to do with Pei Ziyun now. To say the original owner, he can only say that there is a slight conflict. Anyone mixing his feet will waste the original owner for several years.

Suddenly remembered: ”It seems that Yue Qiushan has an in-law relationship with Zhang Huanyu?”

At this time, another person's poem was praised by the old man, and Tang Zhen was indignant.

After a while, Fu Yuan's title came up, and the scene outside the building asked for the title of fisherman. This is the banquet of the feast. Either the person can do it or not, and sing the song on the spot with confidence.

The three of them were still thinking about it. Pei Ziyun looked outside and happened to see a fishing boat passing by, so he instructed his fellows to take the ink and paper.

The three of them were all shocked. When they came around, I saw that Pei Ziyun had only a few strokes and made the poem. Tang Zhen took it and read it aloud:

”Fisherman!”

”The fisherman is near the western rocky night at night, and the bamboos of Chu are burned in Xiaoxiang.

The smoke is not seen at sunrise, but the sound of landscape is green.

I look back at the midstream of the sky, and the heartless clouds on the rocks are racing. ”

When you say good poems, the words only fall, and you just listen to others silently. When Yue Qiushan's eyes lighted up, he praised loudly, and Fu Yuan nodded slightly. When the poem was circulated, everyone was applauded.

Poems were circulated, people talked, and the guys in the shop handed in ink pens and papers at the request of these readers. Many scholars picked up the pen and wrote, and some scholars handed out the ink after use. The paper bag was closed.

Pei Ziyun stood up and filled a bowl of soup. When he saw the scholar took the pen, ink and paper, he didn't care about it. He let the scholar take it, as if he hadn't seen it.

Being confused, Pei Ziyun looked back, and Ma Ma was holding his own poem at this moment. A scholar said, and saw Pei Ziyun sitting with Tang Zhen, Wang, and Li Shusheng. It was a change, and glanced fiercely.

At this time, sitting on the right side of Wang Tongsheng, when staring at this side, he stared back hard. A group of people across a few tables were full of conflict at this moment.

At this time, Pei Ziyun realized that the three scholars Tang, Li and Wang must have concealed something. The three must have some inside information with Ma Yi's team, and they were about to ask. At this moment, listening to the noise in front of them.