It was already early when Liu Feiyun and others entered Louyun County. If you delayed other things and had a meal, it would be almost dark.

People are very strange creatures. It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. In the valley, Liu Feiyun and others cook, barbecue, or various delicious soups every day. After about two days of travel, they eat dry food and simple dishes, and their mouths are almost fading out of the birds.

At this time, I felt much more happy to eat such a good table at the Han Restaurant.

When the lights were on, Liu Feiyun and his group took a break and went out to the street to experience shopping that they had not experienced for a long time. Looking at the hawkers' shouts and a wide range of goods, everyone was in high spirits.

I walked all the way and saw that I would not be stingy when I saw what I like. Liu Feiyun was like a child at this moment, eating this and that with Xiao Li Yu. Even after dinner, I could not meet the temptation of some snacks.

However, what I heard along the way made Liu Feiyun and others a little strange. There seemed to be too many people along the way, and most of them were scholars. When they met, they said: "Good brother, brother is polite..."

"Brother Liu, do you know what's going on? Why are so many scholars coming?" Liu Feiyun asked Liu Shuhan.

Liu Shuhan shook his head: "I don't know very well, wait, I'll ask."

The news is a bit difficult to find out, but so many scholars came out to play together, it is definitely not a secret. Liu Shuhan soon found out that he was back.

He said: "Feiyun, I found out that there is an event called Wuyanghe Poetry Festival here to be held, and they all came to participate in the exchange."

"Wuyanghe Poetry Festival is compared to poetry?"

Dong Fang, Liu Yi and others next to him were very curious about Liu Feiyun's questions, especially Li Yu, who blinked and asked, "Uncle Liu, what is the Wuyang River Poetry Club?"

Regarding these people's doubts, Liu Shuhan told him nothing about what he had inquired about.

The so-called Wuyanghe Poetry Fair is indeed a competition for writing poems. To be more precise, as long as everyone has talent, they can display their poems and songs in front of everyone. If there are excellent works, they will become famous all over the world soon.

As for the origin of this poetry meeting, you can tell from the name that it is related to Wuyang River. Wuyang River runs through Wuyang County, and the scenery of this section of Wuyang River in Louyun County is the most beautiful place. The water is vast and flat, and the green mountains on both sides are continuous. Especially the scenery at night, it looks like a pearl under the stars.

Such a scenery naturally attracted many literati and poets to come here to leave their ink traces, and everyone also exchanged poems and songs together. Over time, the Wuyang River Poetry Festival was formed here.

Now it has developed into a grand event in Ziyun Kingdom, and many literati even came from other countries. Liu Feiyun and others happened to come this time.

"Brother Liu, let's go and have a look?" Liu Feiyun had never seen him before. He had gained a lot of interest after Liu Shuhan introduced him.

"no problem."

Liu Feiyun looked at Dong Fang and others, and they all nodded. Li Yu liked the most lively thing, so naturally she would not be unwilling to do so.

As the night gradually faded, the lights on the Wuyang River were still as bright as day, and people came and went on the shore, and many people sat on the ground, and the water flowed, and a few poems appeared from time to time.

If you want to say that Liu Feiyun still has some appreciation for poetry, he was also a person who was familiar with 300 Tang poems. He could recite poems even if he could not write poems. Unfortunately, many years have passed, and he has long forgotten the good poems of the past. Except for some relatively simple ones, such as "Spring Dawn" and "Praise the Farmer", he certainly doesn't know who the author is, but the content is still a bit memorable.

When I recite poems and write poems, I will definitely not participate, not only Liu Feiyun, Liu Shuhan and Dong Fang, they will only be able to read at most. If I want to talk about literary talent, then forget it.

"It's quite lively, there are indeed many people."

Such a grand event is full of scholars who are consciously talented, and of course there will be many good women here to see if there is any kind of husband.

There are a lot of flower boats parked on the banks of Wuyang River. Of course, these are just ships with more gorgeous decorations, not the kind of unreasonable ships that everyone thinks.

Now all the people stayed on it are all the ladies, famous gentlemen and great scholars. They will pass the screening at the Xu hour, from 7 to 9 o'clock in the evening, and invite talented men to travel to Wuyanghe together. At that time, they will show their talents and learn from others and attract everyone's attention.

At this time, the sound of piano on the boat was waving, and many people were adding color to this grand event.

However, the conditions for boarding the flower boat are not low. Not only do you have to write three poems on the spot, but one of them must be given by everyone on the flower boat. Of course, these questions have been well prepared, but you only need to draw the servant in front of you.

Originally, Liu Feiyun was not going to board this so-called ship, so he came with everyone to watch the fun, but Xiao Liyu refused. When he saw the beautiful flower boat, he shouted: "Brother, I want to board that boat to play."

"Brother, brother."

Li Yu shook Liu Feiyun's hand and acted coquettishly, especially those pitiful eyes. How could Liu Feiyun bear to refuse?

He could only say helplessly: "Xiaoyu wait first, my brother doesn't know if he can go up, so he can try it first."

Seeing that Liu Feiyun agreed, Li Yu didn't care whether he could do it or not, and shouted: "Brother is the best, brother is the best."

Liu Feiyun shook his head helplessly, then looked at Liu Shuhan and Dong Fang with a wry smile. Liu Shuhan patted his shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, I believe you can."

The little guys had spoken, and Liu Feiyun could only try it forward. According to observation, so far, the people who passed by were only a few slaps, which shows how strict it was.

"This young man wants to climb the flower tower?" the servant asked when he saw Liu Feiyun approaching.

"Yes, don't know what rules are there?" This needs to be confirmed again.

"We need to write two poems by the young master, and then we will write another poem based on this, and then we will pass it on to the gentlemen on the boat and vote to decide whether to pass."

The servant's answer was similar to what Liu Feiyun thought, but it was even more strict.

But after all, I am also a modern elite. Although I have forgotten all the knowledge, it should be no problem to spend some brain cells.

"Young master, you can start."

Liu Feiyun nodded, recalling the poems that he still had in his mind. In different worlds, he was not going to be able to get to the top by relying on poetry, songs, etc., so it doesn’t matter if you borrow them for the time being.

At this time, Li Yu was also encouraged: "Brother, come on, you are the best."

Liu Feiyun nodded with a smile, and thought of the first two songs in his heart.

"The first song, "Praise the Farmer." Liu Feiyun signaled to the servant, and then began to speak out his work: "It's noon to hoe the wheat, and sweat drips into the soil. Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard."

The servant's ability to appreciate is not very strong, but it is not bad either. This poem sounds simple and unpretentious, but it has a profound meaning. He honestly recorded it. Then he said, "Young Master, please give me the next song."

"Okay, the second song, "Spring Dawn", spring sleeps without feeling dawn, and birds cry everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, how many flowers fall."

Liu Feiyun's speech attracted the praise of the scholars around him. Compared with the previous song, this song does not have many gorgeous words, but the meaning is strong and the scenery is real, and the charm is even more endless.

The servant took a pen and recorded it stroke by stroke, and then said respectfully: "Young master is very talented, but the rules are unbreakable. Next, we need to set questions. Please draw a piece of paper from the box with the questions you need."

Liu Feiyun took out a piece of paper from it according to the instructions, which read the three words "lights", "love" and "dangjing".

This question was then read out by the servant in public, causing a stir. If there was only one requirement, it would be very simple, but the combination of three was not ordinary difficult.

Liu Feiyun was stumped. If it were just lights or love, he could pick out something useful from his mind, but he could not write poetry by himself. What should he do?

Looking at Li Yu's expectant eyes beside him, he really didn't want her to be disappointed, but because of his limited ability, he was not a major in this field. If he had known that he would travel through time, he should have chosen a liberal arts department at the beginning.

"Young Master, do you have any thoughts?" the servant asked softly when he looked at Liu Feiyun thinking.

"Let me think about it again."

Unfortunately, it was just one sentence or two, and I didn’t have the ability to piece them together.

Just as he was thinking hard, a sudden sound of fireworks burst out from the sky, not fireworks.

Liu Feiyun was startled at first, but soon calmed down and thought to himself: "It turns out that there are fireworks in this era."

But then he was stunned. This scene reminded him of the scene deep in his memory. Although he was studying science and was in a laboratory, he was not a person with very low emotional intelligence. When he was chasing his wife in his previous life, he was very happy.

Fireworks, announcements and a poem that holds her hand under the dim lights.

Thinking of his wife in his previous life, Liu Feiyun's mind was filled with memories and chanted unconsciously: "The Qingyu Case, the east wind blooms thousands of flowers and trees at night, and the stars are blowing down, and the stars are like rain."

This sentence describes the scene in front of you just right.

Amid everyone's cheers, Liu Feiyun did not stop and continued: "There is a fragrance on the road with the fragrance of BMW carvings. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the dragon fish dances overnight."

At this point, the words "dangjing" and "lights" have been matched, and they are written incredibly colorfully.

"The moths and willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance. I searched for her for thousands of times, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim light."

After reading it, Liu Feiyun sighed slowly, things changed. But soon he adjusted again, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"Okay." The final touch made people applaud. Some young women who had passed by also heard Chunxin secretly said, would the 'she' this person was looking for?

The servant recorded what Liu Feiyun did word by word, and after writing, he said, "Young master, wait a moment, let everyone taste it." After that, he turned into the cabin.

The servant left, and the talented men who were waiting and watching around came forward to say hello. They were impressed by Liu Feiyun's talent.

"This brother, Han Yu, is so polite." This man bowed with both hands.

"I'm right, Fan Yan, I'm polite."

“Below….”

"Liu Feiyun, you are polite." Many people came forward to see the greeting, and Liu Feiyun also returned the greeting one by one. This is basic politeness. But why are the names of these people so familiar with them?

But just as they were about to have a further conversation, the servant who had just entered came out and shouted, "Young Master, please come in."

Liu Feiyun confessed to the crime, "Sorry, everyone."
Chapter completed!