After Zhao Hao returned to his seat, the host Lu Qing stood up and said polite words such as "Thank you for your visit to Penghu" and the Peony Flower Festival officially began.

Everyone was drinking and chatting, and after three rounds of wine, the peony meeting also reached its climax.

Lu Qing, the owner of Baihua Manor, rose up long, held a wine bottle in his hand, smiled, and slowly said aloud: "Today, the peony flowers are blooming the most. At this grand event, I have been invited to invite the plum blossom lay Buddhist to come forward and play a clear sound for you."

The audience was silent in an instant, and the elegant bird was silent, and then suddenly burst out with warm applause and cheers.

Zhao Hao was confused and asked Liang Lie next to him in confusion: "Who is Mr. Meilin? Is he very awesome?"

When Liang Lie was asked suddenly, he immediately showed an innocent look and shook his head desperately.

"Mr. Meilin's layman's piano skills are famous all over the south of the Yangtze River. Three years ago, Mr. Qingzhen heard one of his songs and was shocked by the sound of nature. Since then, Mr. Meilin's reputation has become increasingly popular, but he is indifferent by nature. He is proud of getting one of his songs in Jiangning City, but he does not spare any money to seek it."

The answer to him was actually Zhao Ji.

Zhao Hao nodded, but secretly missed it in his heart. Let me go, although Uncle Yun is a thief, he is quite gossipy and knows a lot of this kind of entertainment news.

"My dear masters, Meilin is polite!" A cold voice came from the southeast corner, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw a long silk satin curtain hanging in the southeast corner, like a silk wall. The cold and soft sound came from behind the curtain. Behind the hazy silk curtain, a graceful figure was filled with worship.

The fingertips were gently lit, and the sound of the piano sound came up in the air. The audience was silent in an instant, and no one spoke any more, and even the sound of the needle falling to the ground was clearly heard.

The sound of the piano rose up. In an instant, the person was already in the peony flowers. The flowers were blooming petals, white as snow, red as clouds, and tender stamens emitted a faint fragrance; the spring light was bright, the spring breeze was swaying, colorful butterflies flew around the flowers, and only felt their clothes flying among the flowers; just as they were relaxed and happy, suddenly there was a beautiful person among the flowers, floating in the flowing snow, dancing in the sleeves, and peonies in the faces were red, this person only deserves the sky, when will they be graceful to the world... When the scenery was beautiful, the sound of the piano suddenly turned again, floating and flying freely, like a wisp of clouds in the blue sky, like a fisherman's song on the moonlit night of the spring river, like a rainbow that was clear after the rain, white, fresh, ethereal...

At the end of the song, everyone in the hall was drunk by the sound of the piano. The sound was quiet and quiet, as if he was in a dream. No one dared to make any sound, as if he was afraid to break the beautiful atmosphere created by the sound of the piano.

"The heart of the piano is as beautiful as jade, unparalleled in the world!"

The owner of Baihua Manor Lu Qing rose up and exclaimed sincerely.

As soon as Lu Qing finished speaking, the audience woke up as if they were dreaming, and the applause was thunderous.

Damn, it’s so amazing. If you want to be a master of the music industry in the future, you will definitely be the one who holds the ears of the music industry!

Zhao Hao couldn't help but exclaim. When he raised his head, he saw a white slim figure standing up after the silk curtain, holding the piano and turning away.

Zhao Hao was about to turn around, but suddenly his heart moved again. He found that the woman was walking very slowly and unsteadily, as if she would fall down if she walked quickly.

When Mr. Meilin left, the atmosphere of the banquet gradually became lively, and gradually became the style of poetry gatherings. I saw a lot of wine, drinking, savoring poetry, enjoying peonies, and singing and dancing. It was so lively.

When those literati talked about the growing popularity of poetry, they didn't know who wanted to start a poem with the theme of peony. At the beginning, it was just a small-scale battle of poetry. After that, Lu Qing simply stood up and asked everyone in the hall to use the theme of peony. Those who are interested can keep a masterpiece, either poetry, lyrics, or fu, and then let everyone appreciate it.

Next to Lu Qing, there were a group of great scholars in Jiangning, most of whom were in their thirties. They were drinking fine wine while savoring poems. What was placed in front of them were new works delivered from each table.

Today's poems are mainly young people, and the quality is not high, which makes Lu Qing frown slightly, but overall, there are still a few high-quality poems that make him happy.

At this time, he was talking and laughing with a few great scholars. Really good poems have come out, and it is probably difficult to have a masterpiece later, so the two of them were discussing these excellent poems.

"Three springs are full of peony stamens, half leaning on the red railing and colorful butterflies back. After this flower blooms, all the flowers are dark, and we will return in the spring of the next year... Duke Lu, although the Zheng family is prosperous for the queen, they are also full of talents. The eldest son Zheng Ning is very talented and has entered the Imperial College as soon as possible. Although these three sons Zheng Yu are arrogant and arrogant, his poetry skills are good. I heard that he will also attend the Imperial College next year, and his future is promising."

Lu Qing smiled slightly and picked up a song and said, "Although Zheng Yu's work is good, its character seems to be a little worse... Compared to Mr. Xie Yu's masterpiece, it is a bit worse. I heard that Xie Yu will enter the Imperial Academy in March, and this work is indeed extraordinary. Look... the kites fly, grass grows and peonies are flourishing, and the flowers are flying. The green orioles are singing, and the restaurant is selling by the post road and bridge. Let's make an appointment to find the fragrance together, and the flowing clouds are full of clouds. The past is wasted, and I still like Pan Lang's hair is not yet blooming... Is this song "Ug Nuer" better?"

While evaluating the poems, everyone chatted. From time to time, there were newly sent poems, divided into several copies and read them by everyone. There are still good poems, but if they want to surpass Xie Yu's poem "Ugly Nuer", they may still be of a small level.

"Huh~" Lu Qing suddenly let out a soft cry, which attracted everyone to look at the poem in his hand.

"In the evening of spring, a few apricot ornaments are fragrant. The cold wind is clear, and the spring dreams are far away. The willows are piled with soft smoke, and the flowers are hidden in the deep courtyard. The first test is to paint a light shirt and paint a fan, but the peony is not yet red... Who is this song "Visiting the Golden Gate" written by Mr. Xiangxue?"

When everyone carefully appreciated the poem, they all felt that the artistic conception was very elegant, graceful and fresh. It was indeed the best work in the poem, and they all showed a look of surprise.

A slave quietly walked up and said a few words in Lu Qing's ears. Lu Qing's face suddenly showed a look of enlightenment.

"It turns out that he is the daughter of the Wang family... He is a strange woman. No wonder the princes and grandsons of the city have always dreamed of but cannot. I am afraid they will never be the thing in the pool."

The Confucian scholars understood Lu Qing's praise and looked at Wang Jue without realizing it.

At this time, Wang Jue had become a hot figure in the banquet. From time to time, young men went to toast and chat with him, including Xie Yu, Zheng Yu and others.

Opposite Wang Yu, a young man in purple sat upright, half-covered with a folding fan, gently and slowly sipped the sake in the glass, looking at the nose and the heart, and turning a blind eye to the people surrounding Wang Jue, and never looked at anyone directly.

However, everyone in the hall gradually realized her identity, and most of the teenagers who came to meet her were coming to her.

"This brother, I have a fate to meet him. I am here to go to Zheng Yu. I wonder if I can respect you for a cup of brother?"

“…”

Zheng Yu, the third son of the Zheng family, has red lips and white teeth, and looks great. Although he is not as talented as his brother Zheng Ning, he also has a place in the Jiangning literary world. He is young and rich, has a dignified appearance, prominent portals, and full of literary talent. He is a typical tall, rich and handsome girl. I don’t know how many Jiangning girls have fascinated.

However, it seemed that it would not work in front of the girl in purple dressed in a man. Zheng Yu stood with a glass of wine and didn't get any response. However, Wang Jue was dissatisfied and called him a drink with Zheng Yu and sent Zheng Yu away.

"This brother is very beautiful. I wonder who is Brother Wang, can you recommend it?"

Compared to Zheng Yu, Xie Yu not only refused to give in to each other, but also had more talent and was much more mature than Zheng Yu. He adopted the curve of saving the country and quietly asked Wang Jue for recommendation, but in the end he was still ruthlessly rejected, but he did not show his face in the end.

Zheng Yu and Xie Yu are already among the best among the young people in the hall in all aspects. Even though they are so coldly treated, the others are not to mention that they are here. Everyone comes in pleasure and returns in a bad mood.

At this time, the poetry meeting has come to an end, and three excellent poems were selected - Zheng Yu's "Appreciation of Peony", Xie Yu's "Chou Nuer", and Xiangxue's "Visiting for the Kinmen".

Three great scholars including Lu Qing personally copied it with rice paper and hung it on the screen in the hall for everyone to appreciate it.

After shaking his head and reading, everyone praised him and felt ashamed of his own. Especially after someone inquired about the identity of "Sakule Xiangxue", he was even more uproar, and the eyes next to Wang Jue were even stronger.

Since entering the hall, Zhao Hao was still curious at first looking around, and then watched the strange flowers and plants in the village by the railing. Later, the piano music of Mr. Meilin and the singing and dancing of several singers made him very interested. However, when the peony flowers entered the poetry meeting mode, Zhao Hao felt boring and even bored.

They shook their heads and dragged their long tunes and chanted gorgeous sentences, and a group of fools next to them cheered... The scene was like the funeral singing in the countryside when they were a child. It seemed that they were so stupid that they were so stupid that they were so embarrassed that they had caused Zhao Hao's embarrassment, so they simply closed their eyes to rest, which was completely incompatible with the style in the hall.

This scene inadvertently fell into Zheng Yu's eyes - he led the crowd to humiliate Zhao Hao once two years ago. Now he has been attracted by the number one beauty in Jiangning, but after being treated coldly, he unconsciously turned his attention to Zhao Hao's side.

Zheng Yu smiled coldly, waved to let the slave beside him approach, and gave a few words of instructions quietly, and the slave agreed and left.

"The four major palaces in Jiangning City have their own excellent works, but the Zhao Mansion is the only one who is missing... Today, it is rare for Mr. Zhao to come. Why not ask Mr. Zhao to leave a peony poem and gather the excellent works of the four major palaces, so that I can talk about it later. What is the honor of it?"

Zhao Hao was closing his eyes to rest, his mind was drowsy. Suddenly, he heard the three words "Young Master Zhao" and heard the man's words clearly.

Just in the messy Zhao Hao was already in the mood, many people had already agreed.

"Yes, if the four major prefectures in Jiangning stayed together to recite the masterpieces of peonies, it would become a good story in the future."

"Mr. Zhao is a royal family member, and his bloodline is from the official family. His work will be excellent."

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Damn it!

PS: Well, it’s not that the author doesn’t work hard to update, but that the author is unwilling to join the 2000-word party... According to the old bird author's approach, the new book period is 2,000 words per one, 4,000 words per day, less than 30,000 words a week, and it’s called daily double updates. Although the author has no double updates every day, it has updated more than 40,000 words a week...
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