After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

As the two were talking, a voice came from the front: "Er San Lang, you are here."

It was obvious that the voice belonged to Ye Muyang. He ran over with a big laugh and said, "Why are you still here admiring the lanterns? Go, go, those people over there can't wait any longer." He then finished playing the Yingge and left.

Liu Ziheng carefully supported Yingge, muttering "be careful, be careful".

Ye Muyang looked at the crutch in Yingge's hand and muttered softly, "It's too weak. He has to use it again." Of course, he just said this. They walked forward and came to a hall next to the water. The hall was spacious, with five large rooms. Mats were laid out and many people were already sitting down to drink, laugh and enjoy the scenery of the lake.

There were a dozen young men gathered in one corner, and Fu Zijing was among them.

When they saw Yingge coming, they all greeted her with a smile.

"You came a little late, so you have to write a poem as punishment." We have already thought about it, so you should hurry up too.

"No, no, you are too late, Yingge has already made it." said one person.

The boys looked at the people who were speaking. They were Su Qinghe and Su Qingyu from the Su family, and the one who was speaking was Su Qingyu, who was one step behind.

The young men didn't understand what he meant by this, and cast doubtful glances at him. Su Qingyu smiled and pointed outside, saying, "As soon as Yingge got off the carriage and stopped in front of the door, she recited a poem. The news has spread over there by now."

This was really unexpected. The young man was quite curious, so Su Qingyu read the poem aloud.

Fu Zijing smiled and said, "It's a good poem," and then he picked up the pen and asked, "What's the title of the poem?"

Yingge said, "When I just got off the carriage, I thought of an old friend. It happened to be the 15th of August, so I'll call it "Remembering Liu Yuxi on the 15th of August."

Ye Muyang was the first to react and asked, "Who is Liu Yuxi you are talking about?"

Yingge said, "An old friend from my hometown."

Ye Muyang said "oh" to indicate that he understood. Fu Zijing had already transcribed the poem, and the other young men also came over to watch.

Fu Zijing said, "This is the first place. You are lagging behind." After hearing this, the young men returned to their seats to think about their poems.

Su Qinghe sat down next to Yingge and looked at her and said, "Master Yingge is coming with great force this time."

She composed a poem as soon as she entered the door, which undoubtedly showed her ability to show off her talent for teaching. I'm afraid her poem has spread all over the world by now.

Writing poems during the Dragon Boat Festival is a young man's impulsive act, and then he kept silent about the rhyme, and kept a low profile. He even refused to write poems in the face of power. It was surprising that he was so exaggerated and high-profile this time.

Yingge said, "Really? It has always been like this. It's not surprising that the future number one scholar was moved by the scene and recited a few lines of poetry."

If we talk about exaggeration, the first time he loudly announced that he wanted to be the top scorer in the imperial examination was even better. Then there was the last mahjong match. All together, he was quite arrogant. Thinking about it this way, it seemed that there was no problem. Su Qinghe smiled and said nothing.

Yingge thought about it and roughly guessed his worries, "Brother Qinghe, don't worry, I know what I am doing."

Su Qinghe was not surprised to hear her say this, but this time he really laughed, "I know you know your limits, but your limits are always unexpected."

For example, if she inquired about the girl next door selecting a palace maid, it would stand to reason that she would go and visit her because she had been together for a long time and couldn't bear to part with her, but who would have thought that she would be able to steal the person away.

Yingge said, "Well, maybe it was just a coincidence."

Su Qinghe hit her head with his fan and said, "For example, this time, I thought you were back, but you came back instead. Now when I see you, I feel like something is going to happen, and my heart is beating non-stop."

Yingge laughed when she heard what he said, "I'm still in school, what are you afraid of?"

Su Qinghe didn't say anything, he just looked at her and smiled. The meaning was not made clear, but probably everyone knew it.

Ye Muyang leaned over and asked, "What are you talking about? You look so happy." He looked at Su Qinghe and then at Yingge.

"Well, we were talking about Yingge being able to do a few poems tonight."

"In fact, it's very boring. Why make it so complicated to enjoy the lanterns and even write poems?"

"Okay, let's go enjoy the lanterns now," Yingge said.

Xiao Taohong was dancing with joy when she heard this. She immediately stood up and helped Yingge to come to Fu Zijing. Fu Zijing had already finished writing the poem. When he saw her coming, he lowered his head and handed the pen to her. "How about you do it?"

Yingge smiled and said, "This poem is not suitable for cursive writing."

Fu Zijing smiled and looked at his right hand hanging by his side. "Then go and play."

After Yingge bowed and thanked them, Xiao Taohong accompanied her to greet the group of teenagers one by one and walked towards the place where the lanterns were hung in front.

"Go ahead, go take a look around, and look forward to Master Yingge's next masterpiece."

"There will be singing and dancing in half an hour. Master Yingge, you must choose the best piece."

The young men smiled and gave instructions, Yingge answered yes, and then left the hall with Su Qinghe, Ye Muyang, Su Qingyu and others.

At this time, on the other side of Chun Yutang, as Su Qinghe said, people were discussing Yingge's name everywhere. Everyone who came tonight knew that Chun Yutang's lantern festival was all because Yingge wrote a poem, and Fu Zijing spent a lot of money to invite prostitutes from the brothel to sing it. The outside world had mixed reviews, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the young man was absurd and frivolous, but the elders of the Fu family did not object, which showed that they all acquiesced.

"That Yingge is boastful and flattering, she doesn't deserve it at all..."

On a small path, several people were watching the lanterns facing the moon with wine jugs in their hands. It was inevitable that some people would appreciate it while others would be indignant.

"But, during the Dragon Boat Festival, didn't you admire her song about the dragon boat race?"

Mr. Lin said, "I am not praising a person, I am praising a poem."

"Oh, I heard that the poem was bought by her?"

This saying persisted until after Lu Gongqing's banquet, when everyone was talking and laughing, someone came up and said, "Here, here, this is a freshly made poem."

Tonight is both a lantern festival and a poetry party, so naturally there will be literati and poets who will be inspired by the scene and write some poems. This was also the case with the merchants in previous years at the Mo City Lantern Festival. Although Chun Yutang did not specifically request the same today, since all the people who came were literati, it was natural that they would do many elegant things.

It is normal to create poems.

"Quick, this one today is relatively fast, I guess I'm the first one."

"Come, listen carefully, I wonder who it is."

The man had already read it out, and everyone present nodded and commented, praising it as a good poem. Just as Mr. Lin was about to reach out to take it, he heard the man read out "Liu Mansion, Yingge."

Mr. Liu paused as he stretched out his hand, snorted, and retracted his sleeves. Everyone present was stunned.

"Why is it her again?"

"Yes, I heard that he composed the poem as soon as he got off the carriage."

"I'm afraid this wasn't bought again."

During the discussion, the sound of a piano was heard in the distance, and the sound spread all around Chun Yutang.

Everyone looked towards the sound.

"The singing and dancing has begun. Let's go and have a look."

"It's all about hearing how well it's written."

Lin Xiucai said angrily, "I'd rather watch the lanterns."

Others also echoed, "Why not go and see the beauty?"

Since Mo City did not hold a lantern festival, the Fu family's lantern festival would be more attractive. It was a good opportunity for those who wanted to become famous and gain fame. Therefore, those who came to Chun Yutang were all the most outstanding beauties in Dudu.

"Gao Xiaoyu came here with Lin Xiucai, right? Miss Xiaoyu will definitely win a fortune this time."

Mr. Lin was a little proud, and after a pause he said with some disdain, "What does it matter if I win the first prize by singing some poems?" Although he said that, he still followed those people to the singing and dancing place.

The singing spread throughout Chunyutang. Standing in the pavilion by the water, one could also see where people were gathering. Su Qinghe took down a lamp hanging next to the pavilion and said, "Let's go and take a look."

"What you said, I'm here, I can see it from here."

Su Qinghe laughed loudly and raised the light to shine on the young man next to him. Under the moonlight, the young man's blue coat was hazy, and his face suddenly became clear.

“When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky... I don’t know what year it is in the palace in heaven...” The singing voice came from the opposite side, the voice was gentle and beautiful, and the surrounding scenery suddenly became ethereal.

Su Qinghe listened attentively and said, "It is indeed a good poem."

Yingge smiled, stretched out a finger and waved it, saying, "We have only just finished one sentence."

Su Qinghe didn't say much. He just put his finger to his lips and said to Yingge, "Listen carefully." He still held the lantern to his ear.