Destiny Concubine

Chapter 166 Yunzhou Poetry Club
Three days later.

The annual Yunzhou Research Conference kicked off.

Meng Qinghuan came to the venue of the conference early in the morning, the Xingyue Lake in Yunzhou City, which is said to be a very famous landscape in Yunzhou.

But in Meng Qinghuan's view, they are two artificial lakes that complement each other, with lush green forests on both sides, green hills in the distance, pavilions, small bridges and curved corridors, creating a lake and mountain scenery, the scenery is not bad.

There are many literati sitting together in small groups, reciting poems, discussing wine while drinking tea.

Suspicious, Meng Qinghuan stared at Ye Mohan beside him with a pair of startled eyes and asked him, "Is this the academic conference?"

The so-called theory of learning should be to gather the strengths of hundreds of schools, eliminate the shortcomings of thousands of schools, fight with each other, and argue impassionedly.But obviously, the scene in front of him was somewhat different from what Meng Qinghuan had imagined!
Ye Mohan played with the folding fan in his hand, glanced at the scene in front of him, and replied with a smile: "You don't know, the reason why the academic conference in Yunzhou City is held for a month is that the knowledge discussed is different. It is poetry, also known as Yunzhou Poetry Association, which aims to meet friends through poetry!"

"And the content discussed later includes martial arts, chess skills, rhythm, strategy, and state affairs. The winner among them can enjoy the reputation of the sixth son of Yunzhou. But as far as I know, this son's reputation is not easy to enjoy, especially this poem."

"Because martial arts, chess skills, melody, and strategy can all be used to determine who wins and who loses, only poetry and state affairs. But the most fierce debate is still poetry, so the reputation of this poet and prose has been vacant for several years."

Meng Qinghuan probably understood what Ye Mohan meant. If he wanted to win the top spot, his poems and essays must be recognized by everyone.

But there are always those who are dissatisfied, so it is very difficult for this poet to be picked!
"Hearing what you said, I'm really interested." Meng Qinghuan's eyes lit up, and a sly look flashed across her.

Ye Mohan raised his eyebrows, and asked her: "Could it be that you want to win the crown of Young Master Shiwen?"

Meng Qing raised her lips happily, she just smiled and said nothing, she is a person from modern times, she has memorized many poems and quatrains of famous people, it doesn't matter whether she picks up the laurels or not, it's always okay to show off.

"Let's go and have a look." Meng Qinghuan couldn't wait to walk towards the place with the most crowds.

It turns out that the Yunzhou Poetry Association composes poems based on propositions. The entire poetry association has three propositions, namely hurt feelings, scenery, and the world.

Seeing these propositions, Meng Qinghuan's thoughts kept jumping. She stroked her sleeves eagerly to try.

Ye Mohan picked up the Langhao pen on the table and handed it to her, saying: "Let me see your talent!"

Meng Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, took the pen and ink without any politeness, and began to write vigorously on the rice paper.

"A couple for a lifetime, two places of ecstasy, longing for each other but not blind date, who is the spring for?" Ye Mohan stood on one side, reading the poem written by Meng Qinghuan, his eyes slightly startled, he looked up at Meng Qinghuan With a serious look, I felt a little more admiration in my heart.

He lowered his head and continued to watch Meng Qinghuan write the second poem: "Green sky, yellow leaf field, autumn colors in waves, cold smoke and emerald green on the waves!"

As he recited, many talented scholars immediately gathered around to appreciate the two poems she just wrote.

After the third song, Meng Qinghuan raised her head slightly, and Ye Junli's shadow flashed in her mind, and her heart was deeply touched. She dipped her pen in ink, and wrote on the plain rice paper: "Please, the three-foot sword, the beacon fire city head!" Leaking the liver and gallbladder. Loaning the king for 30 years, the prosperity and prosperity of the country. Turning through a thousand files, covered in fog, and hanging on my mind, I sigh with admiration for the simple and beautiful history!"

I don't know who applauded and praised: "Wonderful!" Immediately, all the people in the poetry meeting gathered here, reading these three poems written by Meng Qinghuan one after another.

"It's a good one to ask you for a three-foot sword, and the city of Fenghuo drains your liver and guts. Lend you for 30 years, and the country will be prosperous and prosperous. May I ask what your name is?" Someone in the crowd came over with a poem that Meng Qinghuan had just written.

Meng Qinghuan raised his head and saw the person standing opposite him, he couldn't help being surprised, it turned out to be him!

　"My dear friends, guess who Xiao Jiu saw, if you guess correctly, tomorrow will be four more, and I will give you sweets!" "

　　
　
(End of this chapter)