After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

Yingge had already spoken, and there was no room for maneuver, so Governor Liang's face was gloomy.

An old man from the Fu family said, "Since it is the case today, please ask Lord Liao and Lord Zhang to go to the main hall first. Writing poems always takes some time."

Liao Cheng had already agreed, but just as he was about to lift his foot, Yingge said, "No need, I've already done it."

Humph, this is too arrogant, how long has it been since she started writing the poem, and she has already finished it? Ridiculous! Someone thought bitterly.

“Writing poetry is originally about being moved by the scene and having feelings in the heart. It does not matter how much time it takes. Even if someone works hard at it, but the person is boring, then even if he spends more time, he still won’t be able to compose a poem.” After saying this, he raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Lin.

"Haha, Master Yingge is funny. In that case, please come in." Liao Cheng said.

Mr. Lin looked slightly angry, and there were laughters from all around.

"Haha, Master Yingge is really interesting. Let's hurry up."

Yingge paced forward in deep thought, taking a few steps, one, two, three steps, and then stopped, saying, "The autumn river is quiet and connected to the sky, and a lonely boat on the sea sleeps with the moon."

Oh, a poem can be made in three steps?

Su Qinghe said, "It is indeed coming with great force."

The young man was calm and his voice was clear. Fu Zijing said to the attendant beside him, "Bring me paper and pen."

Immediately, two young men unfolded a piece of paper, and Fu Zijing stood in front of it with a pen and began to write.

Yingge's voice continued over there.

"The sparkling water reflects the light for thousands of miles, and there is no moonless autumn river. The river meanders through the valley, and the moonlight spreads over the forest like smoke.

The breeze blows gently in the empty valley, and the white shadows on the shore are hazy. "

The young man paced with his head down in meditation, not looking at others or his surroundings, just immersed in his own thoughts.

"The river and the sky are the same color, clear and dust-free, the bright moon in the sky is like a disk. Who first admired the moon by the river? When did the autumn moon first shine on the river?"

"Good!" Someone shouted.

Yingge walked forward and arrived at the stage. Yutang and Zhilin, who had not left the stage yet, watched intently. Suddenly, Yutang said, "Turn down the lights."

The servant listened to the advice, and for the better effect on the stage, the originally brightly lit stage had lanterns strung up in the center. When he heard Yu Tang's instructions, he pulled the ropes of the lanterns one by one towards the young men below the stage.

The stage was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the little boy did not feel that he was illuminated by the light.

"Life is endless from generation to generation, and the autumn moon shines on the world year after year. I don't know who the autumn moon is waiting for, I only see the river sending the passing years. White clouds drift away with the wind, and yellow leaves flutter in the air, adding to the loneliness. Whose family is the guest in the boat tonight? Where is the longing reflected on the cold bridge?"

Poetry, like light, tilts down.

"It's a Yuefu poem."

"Another Yuefu poem..."

The high and low sounds came again.

"Poor..." Yu Lian..."

"At this moment..., I wish to follow..."

"Wild geese fly south... and fish leap in the water."

"What a beautiful poem, what a beautiful Yuefu poem."

The sound of the piano, accompanied by the sound of poetry, immediately brought the people around them back to their senses.

The gloomy face of Prefect Liang changed into one of delighted and astonished, watching the young man writing one sentence at a time. Two more young men came and the previous piece of paper was already full.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have brought a larger piece of paper." The young man who was writing was sweating profusely, feeling inexplicably nervous and excited.

Fu Zijing did not look up, but focused on writing in front of him.

"The moonlight on the bridge is cold, it should illuminate the sorrow of the parting people. The jade curtain rolls up with endless thoughts, and the ethereal sound of the piano touches the heartstrings.

At this moment, it is difficult to talk to each other, I wish to express my deep love with the moonlight. The sound of wild geese flying south is getting farther and farther away, and the fish jumping in the water is creating ripples. "

The young man under the stage took bigger and bigger steps until the whole piece of paper was filled up, and Yingge's voice gradually stopped.

The sound of the piano and the young man's clear voice reciting poetry seemed to still echo in everyone's ears.

Mr. Lin's expression changed from disdain to shock and then to dullness, his lips trembling as he muttered something.

After all the poems were finished, the young man turned around and looked at the bright moon in the sky until the whole place was silent.

"Good, good, good." A shout came from somewhere, and then as if to confirm this talent, fireworks dotted the starry sky and crackled and scattered everywhere.

"That's wonderful."

There was talk and applause, and no one cared about the officers and soldiers present, or whether this would offend the officials. They just wanted to express their emotions straightforwardly.

Liang Jingtian's emotions came quickly, and he said modestly with a proud look, "It's OK, it's OK."

Liao Chengyi sneered and said, "This is not something that can be judged. It is clearly a great talent. It is true that Mo City is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

Liang Jingtian said, "Mr. Zichun is a good teacher. I am worthy of being his student."

The people who had scattered around Lin Xiucai gathered together again and laughed, "Lin Xiucai, how do you feel? Did you buy it with a huge sum of money?"

“I bought it…”

"Where can I buy this kind of poem? Tell me and I'll go too. Don't be stupid anymore." Everyone shook their heads in denial.

Yingge finished writing the poem and came over, "Yeah, it's a little silly, so don't compete with me in poetry."

Su Qinghe was confused and asked, "Why?"

"Because I bully others, I feel embarrassed."

How does writing a poem involve bullying? Does it mean that you are so talented and superior to others?

Su Qinghe looked at her for a while and said, "Well, I can see that you are indeed a little embarrassed."

Yingge smiled but said nothing. Killing and arson were her survival skills, and plagiarizing poems was not something she wanted to do. But you want to say that she was a gentleman and didn't use them? But it seemed unlikely, after all, she would have to use them when the time came. She didn't intend to be a saint, and she was not a saint.

Prefect Liang waved Yingge over, and Yingge hurriedly bowed after she came over.

Liao Chengyi praised him repeatedly, and also expressed some envy: "You wrote that tune for Lord Lu, so why don't you write one for me as well?"

This, it's better not to be like this, but Yingge's face didn't show "boy, try your best."

Prefect Liang tried to smooth things over by saying, "We have exhausted all our efforts. It is definitely not possible today. Lord Liao, Lord Zhang, how about we go and enjoy the lanterns?"

The master of the Fu family also listened to the invitation again. Liao Chengyi waved his hand and said, "No, no, we have seen the best. We are all here and they can't let go today. Let's go back and prepare."

The Fu family members hurriedly declined and exchanged pleasantries. After Liao Chengyi declined, he left without changing his mind. Prefect Liang naturally accompanied him. The Fu family members saw them off until they left, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, it seems like he's not angry."

"so far so good."

He mounted his horse and left for a long time. When Liao Cheng looked back, he saw someone still standing at the door of Fu's house, watching him leave.

"Not bad, not bad, today is great." He couldn't help but say with satisfaction, "No wonder Lord Lu wanted to come here before. Judging from the situation today, that Mr. Lin is not on good terms with this Yingge?"

Prefect Liang explained for a while, and he had recommended Yingge to Lord Lu when he was dissatisfied with Yingge in Yiyuan. It was a pity that he didn't write poems at that time, and today he mocked her again...

"Literati have always thought highly of themselves and are very noble."

"No wonder, it turns out they were both holding their breath."

"Interesting, interesting, it makes for a lively scene for us."

"It's disgraceful. A grown man like you is competing with a child."

Zhang Zhe said, "Civilized people only talk about it."

This statement has insulted everyone, after all, Magistrate Liang is also a human being.

Liao Chengyi tried to smooth things over, "Oh, go back, go back."

After hearing this, Prefect Liang did not reply. He looked into the distance and suddenly said, "Sir, I heard that the Chen family's Yi Garden is also quite good and is also holding a lantern festival. Why don't you go and take a look?"

The Chen family also heard that the prefect brought Lord Liao and Lord Zhang to Chun Yutang, and they even felt a little gloating.

"That's good now. People have already remembered me for not lending you the yard. Now I'm singing poetry and dancing this time. It'll be strange if I don't get lured away!"

The Chen family was not happy for long before they heard their servant come to report that the prefect and a group of officials had come to the garden.

There were people standing at the door watching the fireworks, monkey shows, and fire rings. It was like a circus performance. In the distance there were female sumo wrestlers. The whole Yi Garden was noisy and bustling, which made the group of people who had just come from Chun Yutang a little dazzled.

The masters of the Chen family all stood up to greet them.

Liao Chengyi pressed his head which was a little noisy. "What are you doing? Why are you so noisy?"

An old man from the Chen family immediately stepped forward and said, "It's just a joke in the market. It's not presentable. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

As soon as he finished speaking, Prefect Liang said seriously, "It's just a joke. Chun Yutang held a poetry meeting to commemorate Lord Lu. What is the reason for your Chen family to do this?"

When the old man of the Chen family, who was escorted by others from the rear, heard this, he flew into a rage.

Liang Jingtian, your eight generations of ancestors.