The car was swaying and carrying Yu Ling and Wang Huanzhi to the destination of the poetry meeting. I saw a dense bamboo forest with green colors in the scenic valley. A curved and clear stream passed by the forest. Dozens of handsome men were sitting around the stream, each with a pair of clothes and belts, dressed with big sleeves and graceful scholars, and every move was full of elegant charm.
Seeing Wang Huanzhi coming with someone, the organizer's eyes lit up suddenly, and he walked over excitedly, bowed respectfully to Wang Huanzhi and said: "Sir, I am willing to come here, which will make our poems more beautiful!"
I dare not, but it was just a coincidence that Wang and his friends came to join in the fun
Wang Huanzhi smiled and returned a bow
The man then noticed the strange boy beside Wang Huanzhi. He saw that his face was like a fan, his eyes were as clear as spring, his eyes were flying, his demeanor was extraordinary, and he immediately felt a little admiration and said: In the lower Qin Lian, how dare you ask this brother, the name of Taigao?
Yu Lingluoluo replied generously: I admire you for a long time, and I have a surname of Lin, and I have a single name of Yu.
After a polite greeting each other, Qin Lian led them to a beautiful location next to the flowing water with a beautiful scenery. Yu Ling looked up and saw a place on both sides of the winding water, with thick brocade mats placed on them. Next to the brocade mats were placed in exquisite short tables, with jade pots filled with wine and several plates of exquisite desserts.
The clear stream winds down the rocks and flows in the winding and narrow waterways. On both sides of the stream are quiet forests and bamboos. Sitting by the stream enjoys the scenery and drinks is indeed an extremely elegant thing.
Seeing that the people had almost arrived, Qin Lian stood up and announced that the Qushui Liushang poetry meeting had officially begun. Someone used a tray to hold out an exquisite yushang. The so-called yushang is actually a lacquerware. There is an oval container in the middle and two small ears next to it, which are used to hold wine.
Qin Lian bent down and put the oak in the stream, allowing it to follow the flow. According to the rules, if the oak stops in front of someone, the person will improvise a poem. If he cannot write it, he will be fined a glass of wine.
When Yu Ling heard that she was about to write a poem, she couldn't help but feel panicked. She was just watching the fun, not to be embarrassing! Wang Huanzhi saw her uneasy, held her hand secretly, and comforted her in a low voice: Don't worry, so many people may not be so unlucky. Even if it's your turn, isn't there me?
As soon as he finished speaking, the small Yu Shang stopped in front of Yu Ling without any hesitation. Qin Lian immediately smiled and said: Oh, it seems that Brother Lin is going to take the lead today.
Yu Ling gritted her teeth and picked up the wine cup, secretly complaining in her heart that poetry was not her strength, and it was not even more urgent to write poetry on the spot. Where could she write it? She looked at Wang Huanzhi like she asked for help, and saw the latter smiling and signaling her. Yu Ling turned her head and said shyly: Brother Qin, can I ask Brother Wang to make a song for me?
At this time, a man next to him wearing a black and gorgeous costume and looking like a noble prince suddenly said: It is OK to make a substitute, but you still have to be punished for drinking.
Everyone agreed with this statement. Yu Ling refused, but he could only drink a full cup. He drank too quickly and almost choked. He covered her sleeves and coughed. Wang Huanzhi patted her back with pity. Then, in front of everyone, he spread the white rice paper. With a wave of the sheep, he wrote a poem to read: Mandarin ducks fly, and his feathers are solemn and travel to the plateau. At night, he stayed in Lanzhu and said, "Yang Yong and Yong are harmonious." Gu Xiang's couple are generous and generous, and they are roaming with each other.
As soon as Wang Huanzhi wrote the poem, it immediately attracted everyone's praise. They rushed to circulate his calligraphy. Yu Ling saw that Wang Huanzhi was praised and praised, and she felt honored in her heart. She pursed her lips and smiled slightly.
However, in fact, she was too happy. I don’t know if it was God who deliberately made things difficult for Yu Ling or wanted Wang Huanzhi to produce more masterpieces. Then the wine was stopped in front of Yu Ling, which made Yu Ling have to drink a cup of wine, while Wang Huanzhi kept writing poems
Many of the people present were well-known for Wang Huanzhi's name, but Wang Huanzhi was in high power in his early years and later lived in seclusion. There were only a few people who had seen him truly talented and learned. Many people were just heard of his talent. Now they have witnessed him with their own eyes and neatly writing more than a dozen good articles, beautiful articles, and every word is not to mention his powerful and elegant calligraphy, which is hard to find for a thousand gold. They couldn't help but admire him, and secretly praised him as the head of the world's first family known as Zhilan and Yushu!
Yu Ling drank more than ten glasses in a row. Although the wine was not high, she couldn't help but feel dizzy. Her pretty face quietly flushed. Her big almond eyes were rippling. Her eyes were flowing unconsciously, which made people's heartbeat.
At this time, the poetry meeting had reached its climax. The wise men put aside their reserve, drank and talked loudly, sang with wine, lying on their side, or lying high, and even more casual people who were not careless and had their chests, half naked, and only wore a gauze shawl.
Yu Ling had already drank a few more cups, but when he saw that everyone was unruly, he couldn't help but look drunk, and held the wine glass to Wang Huanzhi with a soft glass, and said with a giggle: Huanzhi, come, I'll give you a cup...
Yu Ling's voice was soft and sweet, and her soft and boneless body was tightly attached to Wang Huanzhi. When she raised her wrist, she exposed a white and snow-white forearm. Wang Huanzhi's eyes darkened. He held her wrist and said with a warning: You are drunk!
Yu Ling was unmoved, giggled and poured it into Wang Huanzhi's arms to act coquettishly. Wang Huanzhi had no choice but to let her drink and go crazy.
Their intimate attitude fell into the eyes of others, but it was a unique scene. Yu Ling had red lips and white teeth. After drinking a few cups, her face was dizzy and her eyes were filled with spring water. Although she was wearing men's clothing, she had a unique and elegant and handsome appearance.
The current trend is cheerful and enjoyable. Not only does the nobles and scholars and officials have a popular concubine, but they also like male style. Many people see Yu Ling and do not write poems, but they sit and lie down with Wang Huanzhi, with a close expression. Naturally, they regard her as Wang Huanzhi's favor, and the look at her changed a little.
Seeing that Yu Ling was getting more and more fussed, Wang Huanzhi attracted the attention of people around him. He felt that letting her continue to make trouble would not have a good impact, so he wanted to leave the table drunk, but unexpectedly someone stopped them.
Seeing Wang Huanzhi coming with someone, the organizer's eyes lit up suddenly, and he walked over excitedly, bowed respectfully to Wang Huanzhi and said: "Sir, I am willing to come here, which will make our poems more beautiful!"
I dare not, but it was just a coincidence that Wang and his friends came to join in the fun
Wang Huanzhi smiled and returned a bow
The man then noticed the strange boy beside Wang Huanzhi. He saw that his face was like a fan, his eyes were as clear as spring, his eyes were flying, his demeanor was extraordinary, and he immediately felt a little admiration and said: In the lower Qin Lian, how dare you ask this brother, the name of Taigao?
Yu Lingluoluo replied generously: I admire you for a long time, and I have a surname of Lin, and I have a single name of Yu.
After a polite greeting each other, Qin Lian led them to a beautiful location next to the flowing water with a beautiful scenery. Yu Ling looked up and saw a place on both sides of the winding water, with thick brocade mats placed on them. Next to the brocade mats were placed in exquisite short tables, with jade pots filled with wine and several plates of exquisite desserts.
The clear stream winds down the rocks and flows in the winding and narrow waterways. On both sides of the stream are quiet forests and bamboos. Sitting by the stream enjoys the scenery and drinks is indeed an extremely elegant thing.
Seeing that the people had almost arrived, Qin Lian stood up and announced that the Qushui Liushang poetry meeting had officially begun. Someone used a tray to hold out an exquisite yushang. The so-called yushang is actually a lacquerware. There is an oval container in the middle and two small ears next to it, which are used to hold wine.
Qin Lian bent down and put the oak in the stream, allowing it to follow the flow. According to the rules, if the oak stops in front of someone, the person will improvise a poem. If he cannot write it, he will be fined a glass of wine.
When Yu Ling heard that she was about to write a poem, she couldn't help but feel panicked. She was just watching the fun, not to be embarrassing! Wang Huanzhi saw her uneasy, held her hand secretly, and comforted her in a low voice: Don't worry, so many people may not be so unlucky. Even if it's your turn, isn't there me?
As soon as he finished speaking, the small Yu Shang stopped in front of Yu Ling without any hesitation. Qin Lian immediately smiled and said: Oh, it seems that Brother Lin is going to take the lead today.
Yu Ling gritted her teeth and picked up the wine cup, secretly complaining in her heart that poetry was not her strength, and it was not even more urgent to write poetry on the spot. Where could she write it? She looked at Wang Huanzhi like she asked for help, and saw the latter smiling and signaling her. Yu Ling turned her head and said shyly: Brother Qin, can I ask Brother Wang to make a song for me?
At this time, a man next to him wearing a black and gorgeous costume and looking like a noble prince suddenly said: It is OK to make a substitute, but you still have to be punished for drinking.
Everyone agreed with this statement. Yu Ling refused, but he could only drink a full cup. He drank too quickly and almost choked. He covered her sleeves and coughed. Wang Huanzhi patted her back with pity. Then, in front of everyone, he spread the white rice paper. With a wave of the sheep, he wrote a poem to read: Mandarin ducks fly, and his feathers are solemn and travel to the plateau. At night, he stayed in Lanzhu and said, "Yang Yong and Yong are harmonious." Gu Xiang's couple are generous and generous, and they are roaming with each other.
As soon as Wang Huanzhi wrote the poem, it immediately attracted everyone's praise. They rushed to circulate his calligraphy. Yu Ling saw that Wang Huanzhi was praised and praised, and she felt honored in her heart. She pursed her lips and smiled slightly.
However, in fact, she was too happy. I don’t know if it was God who deliberately made things difficult for Yu Ling or wanted Wang Huanzhi to produce more masterpieces. Then the wine was stopped in front of Yu Ling, which made Yu Ling have to drink a cup of wine, while Wang Huanzhi kept writing poems
Many of the people present were well-known for Wang Huanzhi's name, but Wang Huanzhi was in high power in his early years and later lived in seclusion. There were only a few people who had seen him truly talented and learned. Many people were just heard of his talent. Now they have witnessed him with their own eyes and neatly writing more than a dozen good articles, beautiful articles, and every word is not to mention his powerful and elegant calligraphy, which is hard to find for a thousand gold. They couldn't help but admire him, and secretly praised him as the head of the world's first family known as Zhilan and Yushu!
Yu Ling drank more than ten glasses in a row. Although the wine was not high, she couldn't help but feel dizzy. Her pretty face quietly flushed. Her big almond eyes were rippling. Her eyes were flowing unconsciously, which made people's heartbeat.
At this time, the poetry meeting had reached its climax. The wise men put aside their reserve, drank and talked loudly, sang with wine, lying on their side, or lying high, and even more casual people who were not careless and had their chests, half naked, and only wore a gauze shawl.
Yu Ling had already drank a few more cups, but when he saw that everyone was unruly, he couldn't help but look drunk, and held the wine glass to Wang Huanzhi with a soft glass, and said with a giggle: Huanzhi, come, I'll give you a cup...
Yu Ling's voice was soft and sweet, and her soft and boneless body was tightly attached to Wang Huanzhi. When she raised her wrist, she exposed a white and snow-white forearm. Wang Huanzhi's eyes darkened. He held her wrist and said with a warning: You are drunk!
Yu Ling was unmoved, giggled and poured it into Wang Huanzhi's arms to act coquettishly. Wang Huanzhi had no choice but to let her drink and go crazy.
Their intimate attitude fell into the eyes of others, but it was a unique scene. Yu Ling had red lips and white teeth. After drinking a few cups, her face was dizzy and her eyes were filled with spring water. Although she was wearing men's clothing, she had a unique and elegant and handsome appearance.
The current trend is cheerful and enjoyable. Not only does the nobles and scholars and officials have a popular concubine, but they also like male style. Many people see Yu Ling and do not write poems, but they sit and lie down with Wang Huanzhi, with a close expression. Naturally, they regard her as Wang Huanzhi's favor, and the look at her changed a little.
Seeing that Yu Ling was getting more and more fussed, Wang Huanzhi attracted the attention of people around him. He felt that letting her continue to make trouble would not have a good impact, so he wanted to leave the table drunk, but unexpectedly someone stopped them.
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