As soon as I entered the door, I wrote a poem. This was undoubtedly the Liangshan Gate. At this moment, Xue Qing’s name and this poem should have been spread throughout Jieyuan and will be passed on to the outside.

The first time I wrote a poem on the Dragon Boat Festival was a teenager who was angry. Afterwards, Xue Qing didn't mention it and did not form associations everywhere to write poems. When he went to Shuangyuan, he simply refused to write poems. This time, he was so exaggerated and high-profile.

Xue Qing said: "Is there any? Always like this. It's not surprising that the priest master came to the scene and wrote two poems."

When it comes to being exaggerated and high-profile, he declared that he would be better at the top scorer in the exam. When it comes to Cuju, I can be arrogant enough to know that sentence three times. Thinking about it this way, Zhang Liantang smiled and didn't say anything else.

Xue Qing thought for a while and said, "Brother Liantang, don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility."

Zhang Liantang looked at her, smiled this time, and said, "I know you have a sense of your own doing things, but your sense of responsibility is a bit beyond ordinary people's imagination."

For example, when asking about the selection of palace maids for the younger sister next door, at most, he thought that he would not leave Qingmei and went to visit him. Who would have thought that he would dare to steal someone out?

Xue Qing said: "No... that's a coincidence."

Zhang Liantang knocked her head with a fan and said, "I thought you wouldn't come this time. I'm a little scared when you do things now."

Xue Qing laughed and said, "Then I'm still going to school, what are you afraid of?"

Zhang Liantang looked at her and smiled without saying anything.

Chu Minghui leaned over, looked at Zhang Liantang and Xue Qing, and said, "What are you talking about? You are laughing so happily?"

Zhang Liantang said: "I'm talking about how many poems Xue Qing can write tonight."

Chu Minghui said: "It's so boring...Fifteen people are watching lanterns, what poems do you do?"

Xue Qing smiled and stood up and said, "Then let's go and enjoy the lanterns."

Nuannuan nodded happily, and Xue Qing held the wood and walked to Pei Yanzi. Pei Yanzi had finished writing. Seeing that she looked down, she handed the pen over and said, "Are you here?"

Xue Qing said: "This poem is not suitable for cursive script."

Pei Yanzi smiled, looked at her right hand hanging down beside her and said, "Go and have fun."

Xue Qing thanked him and greeted the other teenagers.

"...Go and see the lights and stroll around the scenery, and look forward to Young Master Qingzi's other masterpieces."

"...Remember to watch the singing and dancing half an hour later. Young Master Qingzi, you must choose the best one."

The boys laughed at this reminder, and Xue Qing said that he and Chu Minghui, Zhang Liantang and Zhang Shuangtong left the hall.

At this time, as Zhang Liantang said, Xue Qing's name was mentioned everywhere. Everyone here knew that the Jieyuan Lantern Festival was mainly because Xue Qing wrote a poem, and Pei Yanzi promised a lot of money to invite the prostitutes to perform. Although the absurd things done by the young playboys, the adults of the Pei family did not object, which shows that they had acquiesced.

"That Xue Qing...is sensational...it's not credible at all."

Several people were drinking and watching the lanterns on a small curve bridge. Naturally, they could not help but mention Xue Qing, and someone said unhappy.

"But the Dragon Boat Festival song is really good." Someone said, "Siucai Lin, you are also praised."

Lin Xiucai said: "What I praise is poetry."

Someone laughed and said, "That means it's really a poem I bought."

This statement has always existed and more after the banquet in Shuangyuan Zongzhou. While talking and laughing, someone came and held a piece of paper and said, "Come on, there is a good poem."

Tonight is a lantern festival and a poetry festival. When watching the lanterns and watching the moon and feeling the scenery, you naturally need to write some poems and notes. In previous years, this was the case at the lantern festival in Chang'an City. Just like dragon boats on the Dragon Boat Festival, the restaurants and officials would invite literati scholars to write poems in advance. Although the Pei family’s Jieyuan Lantern Festival did not deliberately ask everyone to do this, the invited literati and poets are all literati and poets, so they naturally have to do elegant things.

It is normal to write poems.

"Today is fast... This is the first song..."

"...Read it quickly and listen...I don't know who it is..."

The visitor had already read it loudly. After hearing it, everyone present nodded and praised it. As expected, the scholar Lin even reached out to take the paper to take a closer look. The visitor had already read the signature, Guo Mansion, Xue Qing.

Lin Xiucai's hand stopped immediately, and hummed and shook his sleeves and pulled it back. Everyone present was stunned.

"It's Xue Qing again?"

"Yes, I said I wrote a song before I got off the car."

"Then...is this bought again?"

There were piano and drums and music coming from the discussion, and people scattered around the garden looked at the sound.

"...the song and dance have begun." Everyone greeted him, "Let's hear how good it is written."

Lin Xiucai said: "I would rather watch the lanterns."

Others smiled and held him, saying, "It's better to look at a beautiful woman."

Because there is no headlight festival in the city, the Pei family's lantern festival is more attractive. It is Hong Jie'er's ability to prove her status and a chance for newcomers to gain fame. Therefore, all those who come to Jie'er are beautiful women with good colors and art.

"Gao Xiangxiang is here with you, Xiucai Lin.....Miss Xiangxiang is so good at singing this time."

Lin Xiucai was a little proud and looked disdainful, saying, "What's the glory for singing that kind of poem is the best." Even though he said that, he followed everyone to the place where the singing and dancing were.

The vocals echoed with the wind and spread throughout Jieyuan. Standing on the pavilion near the water, you can see the people in the garden gathering in one direction. Zhang Liantang picked up a lamp hanging at the foot of the pavilion and said, "Go, see if you go."

Xue Qing said: "I'm here to see what I said."

Zhang Liantang laughed, and indeed raised the lamp to his ears. He looked at Xue Qing. The face of the young man in blue-shirted clothes under the moon was immediately clear.

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine... I don't know what year the palace in the sky is..."

The singing came from the water with the wind, and the sound was clear and melodious, which immediately made the surrounding scenery become ethereal.

Zhang Liantang said with a slight ear: "It's really a good word."

Xue Qing laughed, stretched out a finger and waved it, "One word..."

Zhang Liantang said, "I'm not talking much." After that, he raised his finger to Xue Qing and sang at his lips. He listened carefully, and the lamp in his hand was still in his ears.

Xue Qing smiled at the face of the young man illuminated by the lamp. Chu Minghui and Nuannuan saw some lights and shouted, while Zhang Shuangtong sang along with the singing, lingering in his ears with the sound of the water.

"...... People have joys and sorrows... The moon has phases... This is difficult to be complete in ancient times..."

There is a high stage in Jieyuan. There is no light around the stage, and it is dark. There is only a little light on the stage. The woman with long sleeves dancing and sounds are like Chang'e in the Moon Palace. People who watch this scene should applaud and applaud, and the song makes people silent, for fear of disturbing the people in the sky.

The whole park was quiet, and everyone looked at the stage, feeling refreshed.

A good word.

"It's true that I can afford a daughter." Someone murmured.

Xiucai Lin was also lost in his mind. If he bought it, he would have to pay a fortune.

The people around were so excited that they praised the goodness of this poem. The women waiting in the backstage room were also a little surprised... Unexpectedly, the first woman on stage shocked the entire Jieyuan to silence, and she couldn't feel nervous and regretful.

The first time to appear on stage is unfavorable, because the audience's mind has not yet condensed, but I didn't expect that this poem would be so good, which amazed everyone in an instant.

The maid retracted her gaze from the crack in the window and whispered: "Sister, why not promise you that you will be the first to play... The first one was remembered, and everyone will have nothing new to you next."

Chunxiao was closing his head in front of the mirror and laughed, "Wrong, I am, as long as I am not the first to play, it will be excellent whether it is in the middle or the end." After that, he looked to the side, "Young Master Leting, right?"

Leting, who was sitting in the inconspicuous corner by the wall, raised his head, nodded with a smile, and said, "Yes."

Chunxiao almost blurted out inexplicably whether it was me or him. Fortunately, he reacted and bit her mouth and looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. Why did she be jealous with a man?
Chapter completed!