Twenty-three,

On the fourth day of the September 1st, Zhou Xuan and his four men came to the north bank of Yuzhang River. Yuzhang River is the Gan River, and the other side is Hongzhou City.

Zhou Xuan was riding on the horse and was a little excited. He revisited the old place a thousand years ago. He saw the river on both sides of the Yuzhang River, with wide rivers and vast water flows. There were plain fields and wilderness on both sides, and there was no trace of acquaintance.

The four of them walked east along the river, hoping to find a ferry to cross the river, but they saw a lonely building on the other side with raised corners and flying eaves, green tiles, green corridors, powder and green, and magnificent.

"Tengwang Pavilion! Is this Tengwang Pavilion?" Zhou Xuan shouted.

Lai Fu had never been to Hongzhou, and he looked confused. The Sichi turned his head and ignored him. The Sanchi replied: "Master, this is Tengwang Pavilion."

Looking at the Tengwang Pavilion from afar, Zhou Xuan felt very kind and shouted: "When you cross the river, I want to climb the tower to write poems."

Sanchi obviously came here and led Zhou Xuan down for three miles. He saw a long floating bridge connecting the two sides, with a large cable boat fixed at both ends with eight large iron oxes. Each iron ox weighed 50,000 to 60,000 kilograms. Without such a weight, it would not be able to maintain such a long floating bridge.

The floating bridge is more than one meter wide, and small carriages can be crossed. There are fences on both sides. When riding a horse across the bridge, the horse's hooves swayed slightly. The horse's hooves stepped on the thick wooden board and "dongdong" sounded like beating a drum.

Before we arrived at Tengwang Pavilion, we heard the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras coming from the pavilion, as if a feast and singing and dancing were being held.

Tengwang Pavilion is the first of the three famous buildings in Jiangnan. It was built when Li Yuan's son Li Xuanying was appointed as the governor of Hongzhou. It had been more than 300 years by Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty. I don't know if it was rebuilt later. The building was ten feet high, with three floors on the bright side and six floors on the dark side. It looked majestic and magnificent.

There were artists performing acrobatics and hundreds of shows in the square of His Excellency Tengwang, including roller coasters and dry boats, ropes and rods, swallowing swords and spitting fire, fish and dragons and dragons, which were very lively. After asking, I realized that the Double Ninth Festival was coming soon. The Zhennan Protectorate and the Hongzhou Governor ordered the whole city to celebrate. These artists had to perform operas every day from Mid-Autumn Festival to Double Ninth Festival.

Zhou Xuan held Ma Xingwei and looked at it for a while. Two female artists walking around with ropes tied their hair in green scarves, wearing red outfits, and their waists were extremely thin. They went back and forth on a rope that was stretched like a bowstring two feet above the ground, rolling and jumping, making various thrilling movements. When the two of them faced each other, they had already crossed by one side, and they were agile and agile.

Zhou Xuan asked Lai Fu to watch the horses, and he and Sanchi were about to climb to the Tengwang Pavilion to enjoy the whole time.

At this time, two young scholars walked past Zhou Xuan. One said, "Mr. Chen held a chrysanthemum appreciation poetry meeting today. I wonder if he would invite Mr. Wei?"

Another said: "They are mortal enemies, so I'm afraid they won't invite you."

The one who said earlier said: "Although it is not harmonious, one is the son of the protector and the other is the son of the governor. These superficial etiquettes are still needed. Please definitely ask for it. I wonder if Mr. Wei will come?"

When Zhou Han heard the "Chrysanthemum Appreciation Poetry Festival", he was energetic and felt that the hero had a place to use his skills. He bowed and said, "You two brothers stay here. I want to participate in this poetry festival. I wonder if I can recommend it to you?"

Two young scholars looked at Zhou Xuan and saw that he was born in a meeting. He should not be a famous scholar in Hongzhou. He asked, "Brother, the noble surname? Where is the fairyland?"

Zhou Xuan said: "I am the next surname Zhou. I just came from Jiangzhou and I like to recite poems and write lyrics on weekdays. It happened to be a grand event on Tengwang Pavilion--"

"Haha, a passing Jiangzhou man also had a good manners to recite poems, which made people laugh!

A presumptuous voice came from behind, interrupting Zhou Xuanwen's polite words.

I heard the young scholar whisper in a low voice: "Young Master Wei is indeed here!"

Zhou Xuan slowly turned around and saw a tall and thin young man with a light-captained appearance walking proudly under the crowd of several Qingkes. He looked at Zhou Xuan with a slanted eyes and laughed, "We seven-year-old children in Hongzhou can also recite poems, but it is okay for Jiangzhou people to recite a single sentence. It is difficult to make a poem!"

The few Qinggus around the young master of Jinbo all sneered in agreement.

The paper style is that Hongzhou has always been more prosperous than Jiangzhou, and Hongzhou has indeed produced talented men. This can be seen from the annual imperial examinations that the number of people is far higher than Jiangzhou. Speaking of prosperity and prosperity, Hongzhou is also superior to Jiangzhou. Therefore, Hongzhou people always feel that they are so superior to Jiangzhou people and look down on Jiangzhou people, but ordinary people will not be as direct and so explicit as the brocade-robed young man said.

Zhou Xuan smiled slightly and said, "There are very few people in Jiangzhou who are good at poetry, but they are just one of the few. Although there are many people in Hongzhou who are proficient in poetry, no matter how many they are, it is not your turn."

When the young master of Jinpao heard this, his face turned blue. Unexpectedly, a man from Jiangzhou was so sharp that he dared to contradict him. He didn't know how to deal with it for a while!

The Qingke Gang beside him stood up and shouted, "Do you dare to compete with us?"

Zhou Xuan said: "What are you afraid of!"

An elegant and handsome young man walked out of the Tengwang Pavilion, who looked twenty-six or seven years old, quickly came over and said with a smile: "Brother Wei, you are late, you will be punished for three poems."

This young master of brocade robe is Wei Jue, son of Zhennan Jiedushi. The handsome man who came out was named Chen Ji, and was the son of the governor of Hongzhou. These two can be called the two leaders of the Qingliu Yashi in Hongzhou. However, Wei Jue relied on his power to be artful and elegant. Chen Ji was indeed talented and admired by the scholars of Hongzhou literati. This made Wei Jue very jealous and often wanted to find opportunities to destroy Chen Ji's prestige. Unexpectedly, his ancestors were humiliated first with the Supreme Prince of Teng. He was still a despicable Jiangzhou native!

Wei Jue ignored Chen Ji, pointed at Zhou Xuan and shouted: "You, go upstairs for me. If you, a native of Jiangzhou, don't recite a few decent poems for me today, I will never forgive you!"

Chen Ji had learned from the two young scholars that the conflict between Zhou Xuan and Wei Jue was caused by Zhou Xuan's witty words, and smiled and said, "Brother Wei, this is a beautiful gathering. Don't make scholars talk about Brother Wei bullying others. Come on, since this young master Zhou can do poetry, please attend this annual chrysanthemum appreciation poetry meeting."

Wei Jue was very gentle and did not want to give the image of a bad young man. He suppressed his anger and nodded, saying, "Okay, okay, today I want to see what kind of wrong poems are being recited by Jiangzhou people!"

Zhou Xuan bowed to Chen Jigong and took the three cynical figures upstairs, while the four cynical figures followed closely.

He hovered straight to the sixth floor, which is the highest floor, with a hall in the middle, and a side hall from east to west. The corridor surrounding the pavilion was filled with chrysanthemums, fighting for beauty and revealing fragrance. In the hall, a group of literati were singing, some were drinking, some were preparing to recite poems, and some were teasing the officials who helped the wine, and the celebrities were romantic, and all kinds of things appeared.

A song in the southwest corner was holding the pipa, playing and singing by himself, and singing:

"The chrysanthemums are sad, the orchids are weeping in the dew, the silk curtain is cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon is not familiar with the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light passes through the red house at dawn. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and went up the tall buildings alone, looking at the road to the end of the world. I want to send colorful papers without a ruler, but I know where the mountains and rivers are long."

This is one of the ten small words "Dielianhua" copied to Ruichu by Zhou Xuan half a month ago. Unexpectedly, it ended here!

Zhou Xuan walked over and asked the song: "Who did the good lyrics and music sung by the girl?"

The song said: "It is said that it was filled in by a talented man nicknamed "Zhou Qicha" in Jiangzhou. It is widely sang. There are people singing Zhou lyrics in the well. The brothel sisters are ashamed of not being able to sing Zhou lyrics. If one day I can see Zhou Qicha with my own eyes, I will be willing to die."

Zhou Xuan was slightly shocked and thought to himself: "Is it so exaggerated? It seems that I should not reveal my identity, otherwise someone will die!"

Wei Jue kept staring at Zhou Xuan. Seeing that he was talking and laughing with a song, he walked over and said, "Didn't people in Jiangzhou say they want to go to the pavilion to recite poems? Didn't they say they wanted to compete with me? Today, in front of so many people, I wrote a poem with the theme of appreciating chrysanthemums and writing a poem, and I saw who is better than who is lower?"

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. I said you have poor poetry writing, but the group behind you praised you for your kindness. What do you say?"

Wei Jue was furious: "Let everyone present comment on it. I have already written a seven-character poem. I will chant it first-"

Zhou Xuan thought to himself: "Why are you so anxious to recite poems? It's even more urgent than me! Either you have a cursive draft, or the few clear guests behind you have written it for you. If you want to recite, I won't let you recite it!" He said: "Let's go, don't hurry to throw bricks and jade. You haven't even appreciated the chrysanthemums yet, so what poems are recited! You don't have to use chrysanthemums as the title. You can also enter the title by climbing high and looking far away. Don't let people misunderstand it for the past."

After saying that, Zhou Xuan left the hall and came to the corridor on the north side. Looking from the railing, looking at the flying clouds of Nanpu, the green mountains of the west, looking at the Yuzhang water, the river winding, and flowing at the intersection of the Lord Tengwang-

The 200-two-two-double-gold words of the four fools had already finished speaking. He had been pretending to be mute since yesterday afternoon. At this time, he couldn't help saying, "Zhou Xuan, look at that young master Wei, you are asking his subordinates to help him write poems!"

Zhou Xuan had long noticed that Wei Jue called the two Qingkes aside and whispered, and the two Qingkes began to frown and think, obviously they wanted to make a few more songs for backup!

"I know, let him memorize it first, and wait until it's in vain - you owe me a tael of silver."

"I kindly remind you that you are worthy of my money, it's too much!"

"I expected something I wanted you to remind me that I can't lose a penny of money!"

Siqi was so angry that he was dizzy again, so he could only grit his teeth and think: "When the tea fight wins, the third brother can't help but protect him. Let's see how I torture him!"

Suddenly, I heard a cheer in the hall, and the poets in Hongzhou began to recite poems. Zhou Xuan looked at the scenery in the corridor, with a transcendent style.

Wei Jue memorized two more poems and was eager to recite them. Seeing Zhou Xuan still wandering on the corridor, he thought that the Jiangzhou people wanted to escape from chanting, so he pulled Chen Ji over and said, "Hey, Jiangzhou people, you have been looking far enough, have you been looking at the distance for a long time? Our talents from Hongzhou are all looking forward to your wonderful poems."

Chen Ji said: "Please feel free to play, even if you have fun."

Wei Jue glared at Chen Ji: "This is a dispute between Jiangzhou and Hongzhou. Does Mr. Chen still have to help a foreigner?"

Zhou Xuan said: "Mr. Wei, don't get involved in Jiangzhou and Hongzhou. This is a poem between you and me. It's a poem between me and the group of people behind Mr. Wei. But the poem between you and me always has a good start."

Siqi thought to himself hatefully: "This guy is going to bet again. Last time, he used despicable tricks to prevent me from speaking. What did he want to win others this time?"

When Wei Jue heard Zhou Xuan ridicule him for chanting poems, he had to rely on the help of a guest. His face turned red and his long neck slid up and down, and said angrily: "What do you want to bet? What can you, a native of Jiangzhou, afford to win a lottery? Don't tell me any money, that's too vulgar. I never bet on money!"

Chen Ji was tearing down his platform: "Brother Wei fought with someone last time just bet on three hundred taels of silver?"

Wei Jue's face turned into pig's liver and said loudly: "I will not bet on silver with the people of Jiangzhou."

Zhou Xuan knew that he was timid and asked, "Then what do you want to bet on?"

Wei Jue said: "I make the same bet. If you can't make the corresponding bet, then you are not worthy of betting with me at all. I don't want to hear any wrong poems you recite. Go back to Jiangzhou immediately."

Zhou Xuan thought to himself: "Mom, you dare not fight with me. Just say it clearly. When it comes to bets, you can just take out any treasures. How can I compare to you alone?" He calmed down and asked: "What kind of bet can Mr. Wei make?"

Wei Jue hesitated and did not answer, and a scholar in the corner was shouting: "Let Mr. Wei make bets with his little frown."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused a lot of conjunction.

Although Zhou Xuan didn't know what Xiaopin was, when he saw Wei Jue's angry look, he knew that this thing was very important to Wei Jue and said, "Very good. Since all the talents in Hongzhou said that, I agree that you use Xiaopin as a bet."

Wei Jue said angrily: "I use my little frown as my bet, what bet can you make?"

Zhou Xuan said: "Let me see your bet first, and then think about whether I can afford it or not."

The scholars in the hall were in a warm mood and spoke in a word, urging Wei Jue to call Xiaopin to come.

Wei Jue is now in a difficult situation and thought to himself: "This Jiangzhou native is looking for death. He said that you can't make the corresponding bet. Even if you can afford it, even if you win the poem, can you bring your little puff out of Hongzhou?"

Wei Jue had already become murderous and ordered his subordinates to go and get Xiaopin as soon as possible.

Zhou Xuan asked Chen Ji in a low voice: "Young Master Chen, what kind of treasure is that little frown?"

Chen Ji led Zhou Xuan to the corridor and then smiled and said, "It is a family raised by the Wei Mansion. He is only thirteen years old and has both outstanding sex and art. He is known as the number one beauty in Hongzhou."

Zhou Xuan was a little disappointed and thought to himself: "What can I win with a family? It's a fool like Wei Jue's family, which has long been defiled by him!"

Half an hour later, little frowns came slowly.
Chapter completed!