After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

Even though he cursed Magistrate Liang eight hundred times in his heart, Master Chen still had a smile on his face. This was the difference between an heir and a little child.

Fortunately, everyone talked and laughed during the period and got over the embarrassment. As for whether I mind it psychologically or not, it doesn’t matter. We can only talk about it later.

Liao Chengyi and Zhang Zhe left without staying for too long. Chen Jia's lantern festival was disbanded, and news from Chun Yutang also came.

"They sat down and praised it profusely."

"It is said that Yingge is so shameless that he said that this event was held to commemorate the talent of Lu Daren."

"It's really shameless."

"These are the most important things. The key is why Lord Liang is targeting us so much?"

"Is it to find a scapegoat?"

"Hmph, forget it. Let him investigate. We didn't do anything."

Everyone in the room was talking about it, and suddenly there was a different voice: "Hey, that's great..."

Hey, everyone was attracted by the sound of "That's great". At this time, they saw the man holding a piece of paper in his hand and looking down at it. The man was reading it seriously and seemed to be in a trance.

The people around were puzzled and asked, "What's so good? What are you talking about?"

"It's Yingge's poem. It's really good."

"Yingge."

"Isn't it the Water Melody? Haven't I said that before?"

"Yes, it's really good."

“I’ve seen it all before.”

"Didn't you say last time that the Liu family paid for it?"

People in the hall were talking about it, and the man shook his head and said, "No, no, it's not, this is a new work."

"New work, are you writing new poems again?"

Old Master Chen, who had been silent the whole time, said, "Read it out loud."

That person should say, "The name of the poem is "On the Night of August 15, Mid-Autumn Leaves Recall Liu Yuxi."

As soon as this was said, everyone asked, "Who is Liu Yuxi?"

"I don't know. Since it's a memory, it must be from a good friend. Let's listen to it in a new year. The moon will be bright tonight..." the man read out slowly.

It was just a poem, and the hall fell silent for a moment.

"This boy, this poem was written by her. It's rare that she has some talent."

Some people also hesitated, "At this age, he has only written two poems for a month..."

Before he finished speaking, the man who got the paper said, "It's not two poems, it's three poems, and this is just one of them."

"Another song?" Everyone looked stunned.

Old Master Chen sat on the chair and snorted, raised his hand and said, "Read it again!"

The man lowered his head and read again, then flipped the paper in his hand and said, "I'd better stand up and read it."

Everyone thought he was going to start, but he ended up acting in a weird way.

Can a poem be so solemn?

"The autumn river is quiet and connected to the sky, and a solitary boat sleeps with the moon on the sea. The sparkling waves reflect the thousands of miles away, and there is no autumn river without a moon hanging over it."

The poem was very long, and the people in the hall felt like it had been recited for a long time. But when the poem was finished, everyone felt it was too short. They kept recalling and repeating the poem over and over in their minds, as if only this could comfort them. Everyone did this, and the room became completely silent.

It seemed like a long time had passed before Old Master Chen said, "I have nothing to say, nothing to praise."

There are indeed no words to praise him, as if any praise would be pale and powerless, and any language would be disrespectful to him.

No one seemed to be surprised at what Old Master Chen said. Everyone knew the quality of scholars' poems. Some people might be dissatisfied, but this poem was indeed good.

"At such a young age..."

Compared with the quietness of the Chen family, Chun Yutang was quite noisy at this time. Yingge was surrounded by everyone, and the teenagers were dispersed by the adults.

"Master Yingge, come this way."

"Master Yingge, I want to ask a question, your word..."

"Master Yingge, look at me..."

There was chaos under the stage, and the woman who was singing "Song of Water Melody" on the stage was completely ignored. After all, they had heard it many times tonight, and how could it be as attractive as two new poems?

Yutang in the room smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

"Luckily we have all finished our performance, otherwise we would have been so angry that we would have vomited blood just like those people behind us."

She and the maid were jumping for joy, and suddenly saw Zhilin, who was packing up the zither. The little maid who was pulling him over straightened her clothes, walked over and bowed heavily to Zhilin. "Master Zhilin, I know I was wrong, and I'm sorry."

Zhilin raised his head and said, "Wrong, it is indeed wrong, but it is also human nature, but the result is good."

It was natural for her to be afraid of power and not want to show up at that time. After all, she was just a powerless brothel girl.

Yutang smiled playfully and said, "How do you know what kind of feelings does Young Master Lin have for Chen?"

Her situation is normal, but what about Lin? Isn't he afraid that he will anger the officials in the capital, which could lead to him being beheaded?

Zhilin thought for a moment and said, "It's human nature, but a gentleman values ​​his word. If you've promised, you must work hard to fulfill it. You must always try your best to do it."

Yutang always admired the aspirations of scholars. She smiled and answered yes, then ran to the window and said, "Hey, Master Yingge is surrounded and can't leave now."

Yingge wanted to be polite, so she would not do it herself when someone came to show her kindness.

Su Qinghe said to the people around him, "Everyone, elders, uncles, and brothers, please forgive me. I promised her mother to help take care of her. She is injured and has not recovered yet. I dare not let her stay too long. It is time to send her home."

Everyone knew about the story between Yingge and Chen Junhe. It had only been a month or so. Besides, Yingge was still using a cane. The young man was thin and frail, and it was indeed not suitable for him to walk outside. If he wanted to answer the questions about the poems, he would have more time in the future. Thinking of this, everyone felt relieved.

Then he laughed and praised her a few more times and let her leave.

After the adults left, the young men who had been unable to squeeze forward surrounded Yingge again.

"Yingge, did you hear that? Just now, the elders of the Fu family said to Yingzi that after you published these poems, no one dared to chant the moon anymore."

"Yingge, you are amazing. From now on, no one in the world will dare to say that you are dreaming to be the top scholar."

Yingge thanked them one by one, and the performances of the prostitutes on the stage ended while they were chatting and laughing. However, no one paid attention to them in the end, and no one cared who was more outstanding in the end. However, the selection still had to go on, so the first performers were very happy.

"Yingzi, which one do you choose?"

The young people asked curiously.

"Well, of course I'd choose Miss Yutang."

When the boys heard her say this, they laughed or talked about Zhilin, but they didn't know why Zhilin went up to perform.

“But, he really sang very well!”

“The tune is also novel and the singing is beautiful.”

"Haha, let's not talk about the other things. As Yingzi said, of course I would choose my own classmates."

The word of Yingge's choice spread quickly, first because of the poem and then the song. Then the students who came later all responded and chose Yutang of Chunyi Tower.

Su Qinghe tapped Yingge's head with his fan, leaned over and whispered, "You don't avoid suspicion. You choose yourself. It's said that the land should not be taken away by outsiders..."

Yingge also replied, "I have put so much effort into this, there should be some reward, isn't it? Isn't this for myself?"

"Why bother? I thought you could really compose a poem in three steps."

"You know that one minute off stage is the result of ten years of hard work. If you can compose a poem in three steps, then you must be a god."

"I forgot to eat and sleep, read books from ancient times to the present, and finally found so many poems with the moon as the theme. Isn't this a lot of effort?"

"So, you searched so much just for today's sensational success?"

Yingge thought, Oh, of course not. The purpose of searching the past and asking the present was to find out which other poems in this dynasty had not appeared. Fortunately, the result was good. Thank God, this poem "Night Mooring" did not appear. It was indeed the treatment of the protagonist.

Prefect Liang, Lord Zhang Zhe, Liao Chengyi and others left in joy because of the poems and songs. Chun Yutang was also in a relaxed mood. Although he did not pay attention to many of the subsequent song performances, he was still very serious about the selection.

The Fu family organized it themselves. They did not participate in the selection, but they still knew personal preferences.

Soon everyone’s selections came out.

"The old man of the Fu family said that Yutang sang well."

"Yutang, that?" someone asked in confusion.

"Oh, that's the one with the male and female chorus."

"Oh, oh, now I remember, it really has a different tune."

"Behind the stage there are performers and people taking a rest. Some are happy while others are worried while waiting. Before the game, people are nervous. After the game, they are nervous again while waiting for the result."

Soon the results came out, "Oh, my good daughters, daughters..."

This was the voice of Yu Chunhua, the mother of Chunyi Building. Seeing her happy expression, everyone had some guesses. The girls from other buildings shook their sleeves angrily. When the girls from Chunyi Building saw her coming, they swarmed over and surrounded her.

"Mom, mom, mom..."

All in a mess, all in a daze, hoping that the name his mother calls is his own.

Yu Chunhua did not look at them but looked around the hall, "Where is my Yu Tang, where is Yu Tang?"

It was Yutang? It was them?

The maid had been guarding the door. When she heard her mother's call, she immediately ran over and said, "Miss, Miss, Mom is looking for you, Mom is looking for you, Miss, you win, Miss, you win. Woo woo..."

Yu Tang couldn't believe it. He was already dazed at this moment, muttering, "Is it me? Is it really me?"

Yi Yuchunhua had already walked over quickly, put her arm around her and said, "Yes, it's yours, and it will be announced soon. My good daughter, you really lived up to everyone's expectations, and today you finally made it."