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Shanglin Island and the river bank are hundreds of meters apart, and are now connected by several buildings and boats.

The island is a typical Jiangnan garden-like building, with pavilions, pavilions, small pavilions and cloisters, rockeries everywhere, and small bridges and flowing water.

Simple, elegant and very refined.

The lights on the island have already been lit. Standing on the highest star-gazing pavilion in the center and looking around, it seems like stars are embedded here.

On the fifth floor of Guanxing Pavilion, Prince Xian Yu Anfu was drinking tea and chatting with Mr. Qin, Mr. Li and everyone Tian.

This is the highest point of Star View Pavilion, a huge floor that can accommodate gatherings of thousands of people. There are only a few people there, which seems a bit deserted. However, Prince Xian said that such things as excitement should be left to the young people. Let’s go there. But they were restrained. If there were good poems, they would naturally submit them.

Obviously Qin and the other two people wouldn't mind, and they would just stay in peace.

On the fourth floor of Guanxing Pavilion, it was much more lively.

The Crown Prince Yu Hongyi, one of the owners of Shanglinzhou, is entertaining guests here.

Yu Hongyi and Yu Wenyun are at the top. There are hundreds of tables below, but there is a huge stage in the middle.

At this moment, the bowls and cups on the table have been put away, and fruits, vegetables, tea, snacks and drinks have been placed. Everyone is sitting around in groups, drinking tea and chatting, which is very lively. There are also many students leaning on the fence and looking into the distance, thinking about the poems that have not yet been formed in their minds.

The highlight of the night banquet is next, the Shanglin Poetry Party.

If you can write a good poem here, you will become famous. If you can catch the eye of Prince Xian, you might even get a huge reward.

Yu Wenyun looked at Yu Hongyi, who had a wry smile on his face.

"I really gave the invitation to his father, and his father must have given it to him too."

"What if it's not given?"

"This is impossible. You don't know what Fu Daguan's biggest wish is in his life. He just wants his son to be a little literary. Now that his son has a literary character, of course he hopes that his son can be famous - this This is a place where he is famous, how could Mr. Fu miss this opportunity?"

Yu Wenyun frowned, "So... this person doesn't want to come?"

"Maybe the rumors are true. Fu Xiaoguan... is just an illusion. Those words were ghostwritten by others, and he didn't dare to come."

Yu Wenyun frowned even more tightly, "Shulan will not lie to me. A shrewd person like Shulan cannot be deceived by that kid."

"Anyway, he didn't come, so will our poetry be open or not?"

Yu Wenyun gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, waved his long sleeves: "Open!"

Yu Hongyi stood up helplessly, walked to the central stage, and stood proudly, "Everyone, I now announce that the Shanglin Poetry Recital will begin now!"

With thunderous applause and excitement among the crowd, Yu Hongyi walked towards Yu Wenyun with a smile on his face.

Then the emcee came on stage.

"There are wine, fruits and vegetables on several tables for everyone to help themselves. Tonight we also invited Miss Fan Duo'er from Yihong Building and Miss Bai Qiu from Qunfang Building to entertain everyone. Next, we invite Miss Fan Duo'er to serve as guests. Let’s play a song that is very popular in Linjiang recently - "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"

Fan Duoer appeared on the stage dressed up, playing the piano with her jade hands, and the prelude sounded, and the venue was suddenly quiet.

As soon as her voice opened, it was like the sound of nature, and this song that everyone was already familiar with was sung again.

One student listened with rapt attention, suddenly gained something, and walked quickly towards the desk.

He picked up his pen and wrote a poem.

After reading it again carefully, it seems to be no less than the song Wang Jiangnan, because he also wrote Wang Jiangnan, the full name is: Wang Jiangnan. Shanglin Ji, signed by Li Shunfeng.

A maid took the piece of paper and brought it to Yu Wenyun.

Yu Wenyun looked at it but said nothing.

Then many students started to move. They all went to the desks and handed over their proud works to the maids, and then sent them all to Yu Wenyun.

The three great talents in Linjiang are also wishing by the building at this moment.

Liu Jingxing suddenly smiled and said, "I admire that guy very much now, but the Prince's Mansion didn't give him the respect...I remember when I went to the Fu Mansion to invite him, he refused, and I was angry for two days."

"Such a grand event is rare only twice a year except for the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, but he didn't come. This shows that Fu Xiaoguan really doesn't dare to come." Tang Shuyu felt that he had seen through the man and didn't want to mention it again, so he asked again : "Brother Jing Xing, do you have any masterpieces?"

"I'll brew a little more."

"Where's Brother Yunqi?"

Yu Yunqi looked at the stars in the sky and thought for a moment, "It's not mature yet."

"You two are so humble, so I won't be polite."

"Brother Tang, please."

Tang Shuyu walked to the writing desk, took three breaths of silence, picked up the pen, and put it down.

"Qing Ping Le. Night in the Forest"

“The gentle breeze cannot hold back, but it unblocks the trees among the flowers.

Where the shallow shadows shine in the drunkenness, there is a waning moon on the magpie bridge and a starry road.

Jiang Feng’s fishing boat is slow, and the sound of Yuyu’s fairy tower is scattered.

The whispers are ripples, but the sky is blue and the clouds are pale. ”

——Tang Shuyu.

He handed this word to his maid and returned to the fence. Liu Jingxing asked: "Is it done?"

Tang Shuyu smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll go too."

"Yeah."

Yu Yunqi thought for a while and walked towards the bookcase.

Tang Shuyu turned around, leaned his back against the fence, and saw that the people on the stage had changed.

That is Miss Bai Qiu from Qunfang House.

What she is playing and singing at the moment is another poem written by Fu Xiaoguan: Nan Gezi. Traveling Appreciation.

Tang Shuyu watched with interest, thinking about the lively scene in Shibali Alley today, and suddenly wanted to drink two more drinks.

He walked to the counter and took out a bottle of wine, which was Yu Fuji's Fragrant Spring.

He poured a glass, carried it to the fence, and took a sip while leaning against the fence. When Bai Qiu finished singing the song Nan Gezi, Liu Jingxing and Yu Yunqi came over.

"It's done?"

The two nodded.

"Actually, I hope that Fu Xiaoguan really has some talent. If you listen to these two pieces of music, you will find that your attainments are indeed very high. It's a pity."

"He didn't dare to come after all... This is the third time, so he is very smart."

"I admit that he is very smart, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people snapping up this sky-high price of wine."

Yu Yunqi laughed, "I also grabbed two bottles, but I'm not willing to drink them yet. Let's get together with you two brothers when we have free time another day."

"Of course that's great!" Liu Jingxing and the other two laughed.

"What's going on over there?" Tang Shuyu pointed to the door on the fourth floor.

Yu Yunqi and Liu Jingxing look at the past...

Chunxiu is very nervous.

She followed a guard and walked up step by step.

The guard whispered to a maid at the door of the fourth floor. The maid seemed a little surprised and said a name: "Fu Xiaoguan?"

The maid's voice was a bit loud. Bai Qiu had just finished singing on the stage, so some people here naturally heard it.

"Fu Xiaoguan? Is he here?"

The sound spread, and Liu Jingxing and the other three also heard it.

"Where are the people?"

"Didn't see it."

"What's the trouble again?"

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Shanglin Island and the river bank are hundreds of meters apart, and are now connected by several buildings and boats.

The island is a typical Jiangnan garden-like building, with pavilions, pavilions, small pavilions and cloisters, rockeries everywhere, and small bridges and flowing water.

Simple, elegant and very refined.

The lights on the island have already been lit. Standing on the highest star-gazing pavilion in the center and looking around, it seems like stars are embedded here.

On the fifth floor of Guanxing Pavilion, Prince Xian Yu Anfu was drinking tea and chatting with Mr. Qin, Mr. Li and everyone Tian.

This is the highest point of Star View Pavilion, a huge floor that can accommodate gatherings of thousands of people. There are only a few people there, which seems a bit deserted. However, Prince Xian said that such things as excitement should be left to the young people. Let’s go there. But they were restrained. If there were good poems, they would naturally submit them.

Obviously Qin and the other two people wouldn't mind, and they would just stay in peace.

On the fourth floor of Guanxing Pavilion, it was much more lively.

The Crown Prince Yu Hongyi, one of the owners of Shanglinzhou, is entertaining guests here.

Yu Hongyi and Yu Wenyun are at the top. There are hundreds of tables below, but there is a huge stage in the middle.

At this moment, the bowls and cups on the table have been put away, and fruits, vegetables, tea, snacks and drinks have been placed. Everyone is sitting around in groups, drinking tea and chatting, which is very lively. There are also many students leaning on the fence and looking into the distance, thinking about the poems that have not yet been formed in their minds.

The highlight of the night banquet is next, the Shanglin Poetry Party.

If you can write a good poem here, you will become famous. If you can catch the eye of Prince Xian, you might even get a huge reward.

Yu Wenyun looked at Yu Hongyi, who had a wry smile on his face.

"I really gave the invitation to his father, and his father must have given it to him too."

"What if it's not given?"

"This is impossible. You don't know what Fu Daguan's biggest wish is in his life. He just wants his son to be a little literary. Now that his son has a literary character, of course he hopes that his son can be famous - this This is a place where he is famous, how could Mr. Fu miss this opportunity?"

Yu Wenyun frowned, "So... this person doesn't want to come?"

"Maybe the rumors are true. Fu Xiaoguan... is just an illusion. Those words were ghostwritten by others, and he didn't dare to come."

Yu Wenyun frowned even more tightly, "Shulan will not lie to me. A shrewd person like Shulan cannot be deceived by that kid."

"Anyway, he didn't come, so will our poetry be open or not?"

Yu Wenyun gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, waved his long sleeves: "Open!"

Yu Hongyi stood up helplessly, walked to the central stage, and stood proudly, "Everyone, I now announce that the Shanglin Poetry Recital will begin now!"

With thunderous applause and excitement among the crowd, Yu Hongyi walked towards Yu Wenyun with a smile on his face.

Then the emcee came on stage.

"There are wine, fruits and vegetables on several tables for everyone to help themselves. Tonight we also invited Miss Fan Duo'er from Yihong Building and Miss Bai Qiu from Qunfang Building to entertain everyone. Next, we invite Miss Fan Duo'er to serve as guests. Let’s play a song that is very popular in Linjiang recently - "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"

Fan Duoer appeared on the stage dressed up, playing the piano with her jade hands, and the prelude sounded, and the venue was suddenly quiet.

As soon as her voice opened, it was like the sound of nature, and this song that everyone was already familiar with was sung again.

One student listened with rapt attention, suddenly gained something, and walked quickly towards the desk.

He picked up his pen and wrote a poem.

After reading it again carefully, it seems to be no less than the song Wang Jiangnan, because he also wrote Wang Jiangnan, the full name is: Wang Jiangnan. Shanglin Ji, signed by Li Shunfeng.

A maid took the piece of paper and brought it to Yu Wenyun.

Yu Wenyun looked at it but said nothing.

Then many students started to move. They all went to the desks and handed over their proud works to the maids, and then sent them all to Yu Wenyun.

The three great talents in Linjiang are also wishing by the building at this moment.

Liu Jingxing suddenly smiled and said, "I admire that guy very much now, but the Prince's Mansion didn't give him the respect...I remember when I went to the Fu Mansion to invite him, he refused, and I was angry for two days."

"Such a grand event is rare only twice a year except for the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, but he didn't come. This shows that Fu Xiaoguan really doesn't dare to come." Tang Shuyu felt that he had seen through the man and didn't want to mention it again, so he asked again : "Brother Jing Xing, do you have any masterpieces?"

"I'll brew a little more."

"Where's Brother Yunqi?"

Yu Yunqi looked at the stars in the sky and thought for a moment, "It's not mature yet."

"You two are so humble, so I won't be polite."

"Brother Tang, please."

Tang Shuyu walked to the writing desk, took three breaths of silence, picked up the pen, and put it down.

"Qing Ping Le. Night in the Forest"

“The gentle breeze cannot hold back, but it unblocks the trees among the flowers.

Where the shallow shadows shine in the drunkenness, there is a waning moon on the magpie bridge and a starry road.

Jiang Feng’s fishing boat is slow, and the sound of Yuyu’s fairy tower is scattered.

The whispers are ripples, but the sky is blue and the clouds are pale. ”

——Tang Shuyu.

He handed this word to his maid and returned to the fence. Liu Jingxing asked: "Is it done?"

Tang Shuyu smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll go too."

"Yeah."

Yu Yunqi thought for a while and walked towards the bookcase.

Tang Shuyu turned around, leaned his back against the fence, and saw that the people on the stage had changed.

That is Miss Bai Qiu from Qunfang House.

What she is playing and singing at the moment is another poem written by Fu Xiaoguan: Nan Gezi. Traveling Appreciation.

Tang Shuyu watched with interest, thinking about the lively scene in Shibali Alley today, and suddenly wanted to drink two more drinks.

He walked to the counter and took out a bottle of wine, which was Yu Fuji's Fragrant Spring.

He poured a glass, carried it to the fence, and took a sip while leaning against the fence. When Bai Qiu finished singing the song Nan Gezi, Liu Jingxing and Yu Yunqi came over.

"It's done?"

The two nodded.

"Actually, I hope that Fu Xiaoguan really has some talent. If you listen to these two pieces of music, you will find that your attainments are indeed very high. It's a pity."

"He didn't dare to come after all... This is the third time, so he is very smart."

"I admit that he is very smart, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people snapping up this sky-high price of wine."

Yu Yunqi laughed, "I also grabbed two bottles, but I'm not willing to drink them yet. Let's get together with you two brothers when we have free time another day."

"Of course that's great!" Liu Jingxing and the other two laughed.

"What's going on over there?" Tang Shuyu pointed to the door on the fourth floor.

Yu Yunqi and Liu Jingxing look at the past...

Chunxiu is very nervous.

She followed a guard and walked up step by step.

The guard whispered to a maid at the door of the fourth floor. The maid seemed a little surprised and said a name: "Fu Xiaoguan?"

The maid's voice was a bit loud. Bai Qiu had just finished singing on the stage, so some people here naturally heard it.

"Fu Xiaoguan? Is he here?"

The sound spread, and Liu Jingxing and the other three also heard it.

"Where are the people?"

"Didn't see it."

"What's the trouble again?"