As night falls, people who have eaten come out of every household, enter from Zhuque Gate, and walk along the stone bridge to Daxiangguo Temple. This area is the most prosperous street in Bianjing, with lanterns on the roadside, like a vast and immortal fire.

The vendors yelled loudly, and the dragon and lion dance team passed by, and the juggling and art gathered on the streets. The brothels and brothels were filled with ethereal songs, which were very lively.

The Yan Mansion Wine Banquet is not the only poetry party tonight, but it is the top poetry party.

At the same time, dozens or hundreds of poetry festivals were held in Bianjing City at the same time, but the Yan Mansion’s banquet was the most eye-catching.

There were many people around the Yan Mansion. These people were waiting for the masterpieces of Yan Mansion to be published. After they got them, they were quickly sent to major merchants in Daxiangguo Temple for remuneration.

Major merchants set up tall display signs at Daxiangguo Temple. When a masterpiece was heard, they were written and posted, so that tourists could enjoy it. Of course, they would be mixed with their own products.

Because Zhangjia Restaurant has become famous recently, the tables at night have been ordered. The Zhangjia Restaurant is crowded with people. Zhang Qi came to the restaurant to take charge in order to temporarily deal with emergencies.

On the other hand, Zhang Qi was considered a scholar before running a restaurant, but he was not qualified, so he retired to do business. However, he was still full of interest in literature, and he might not have the intention of joining in the fun.

The literati and students nearby who are not qualified to be invited to the poetry festival will also wait for the masterpieces to be heard in teahouses and taverns everywhere. The comments with shaking their heads can also be appreciated by many ordinary people.

Many good poems were constantly being teleported over. The singer Zhang Qiyan invited to sing according to the name of the lyrics and cards. If he did well, cheers would be heard from the entire restaurant.

This situation will last until the second half of the night. The Zhang family restaurant will not close tonight and will open all night long.

Literary, wine, poetry and beauties have always been the focus of poetry associations.

Tonight, brothel women who are slightly famous will appear at major poetry meetings. If they can sing a masterpiece, brothel women can also become famous for their reputation.

As the top poetry party at Yan Mansion, there are naturally the top courtesans.

The few bright women accompanying Yan Shu are top courtesans. Being able to appear here means that they are recognized.

It is actually not easy for them to come here. Although they are top courtesans, it is not easy to stand out from many courtesans.

Other poetry gatherings require great efforts to invite the courtesans, but to come to Mr. Yan’s banquet, the brothels behind them also require great efforts to invite them.

Several courtesans frequently watched the handsome young man supporting Mr. Yan.

The young man was Yan Shu's youngest son. This young son perfectly inherited his literary genes. He was able to write poetry and essays since he was a child. Like him, he took the scientific examination and won the imperial examination at the age of fourteen.

Although Yan Jidao is only sixteen years old this year, he has become famous all over the world.

Thinking of Yan Shu’s career as a grandparent, and looking at Yan Jidao, Yan Jidao seems to be going through Yan Shu’s path again.

What is the pride of heaven? That's it.

Yan Jidao had a reserved and modest smile on his face. He listened to his father's speech and nodded while listening, as if he agreed with his father's opinion.

[The beautiful young man with golden whip went to leap green horses. He held the man in the jade building and embroidered the quilt in the cold spring night.]

My father is the prime minister and became famous at a young age. The beauty of life is fully expressed in his poem "The Beautiful Boy of Golden Whip".

After listening to his father's whisper in his ear, Ouyang Bian realized that this person was Yan Jidao.

To be honest, Yan Jidao was the second generation life he had always dreamed of.

Ouyang Bian bit the chicken leg and shook his head slightly. Who knew that this person was about to face the real social beating?

Yan Shu has not lived long. When the big tree falls, Yan Jidao will begin to accept the harsh test of real society.

But at this time, Yan Jidao was the beloved man in the dream of these stunning courtesans.

When the banquet began, the lyrics were also produced and were sent to the tables of officials of the current dynasty. As a middle and upper-level official, Ouyang Xiu was even more famous as a great scholar in the Song Dynasty, so he naturally had his seat here.

Ouyang Bian knelt beside his father and ate honestly. At this time, he had already changed to a crab. The crabs were authentic and could be put into the table after steaming. The crabs were just here, with a refreshing fragrance.

Ouyang Biannian was weak and weak. Ouyang Xiu carefully helped his son to push it away. Ouyang Bian bent his big eyes and tasted the crab legs with his sweetheart.

Ouyang Bian was immersed in the enjoyment brought by food, but found that someone was looking at him and looking up, he saw that he was an old man with a 50-year-old hair.

Because it was a banquet, most of them wore regular clothes, but judging from his momentum and seating, he should be a senior official of the court, and the one who was in the forefront.

The old man saw Ouyang Bian looking at him, smiled and nodded, and then chatted and laughed with Yan Shu beside him.

Young people who can enter here are naturally top scholars, and their literary attainments will naturally not be bad. Moreover, most of the lyrics of this kind of festival will have predictable themes.

Since it is Mid-Autumn Festival, we will naturally prepare some lyrics about Mid-Autumn Festival. We will carefully ponder them ten days and half a month in advance, and carefully select words and sentences to make a splash, so there are still many excellent lyrics.

The old man sitting beside Yan Shu began to comment: "This song "Climbing the Tower and Looking at the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival" is really well written, I will recite it to you:

The vast sky is full of silver, and thousands of rainbow lights are raising clam treasures.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the cinnamon twig will be damaged to the west.

It's good, it's written well, you can see the Huaihai with your eyes. The vast sea is as white as silver. Under the rays of thousands of rainbow-like lights, clams breed pearls. If no one has repaired the moon in the sky, the osmanthus branches will continue to grow and will break the moon.

This poem describes magnificently and has a lot of imagination. It is indeed a very good poem and deserves a breaking point!"

After receiving praise from the old man, the students who wrote the poem were so excited that their faces were red. Someone nearby quickly copied the poem and handed it out quickly.

Zhangjia Restaurant.

A middle-aged scholar took a piece of paper handed over by the waiter and looked carefully. Surprise spread on his face. He knocked on the display board to attract everyone's attention and then spoke: "A good lyric just passed from Yan's mansion was written by Yan Jidao, the youngest son of Xianggong Yan, and it was the sixteen-year-old Jinshi. I'll read it to everyone."

The person below smiled and said, "Mr. Chu, read quickly, read quickly, Mr. Yan is the master of the poem, and his son also received his true teachings. It must be very good."

The middle-aged scholar known as Mr. Chu smiled and said, "Don't be impatient, listen well:

Where the blue smoke is strong, the golden mirror is flying in the blue sea. The eternal night is leisurely lying on the osmanthus shadow. When the dew is cool, there are so many cold tills. The capital of the gods is far away, but the road of the blue bridge is close."

Everyone in Zhangjia Restaurant is a scholar with some appreciation level. He knew that the weight of this word was quite important.

Someone shouted: "Mr. Chu, where is the next chassis?"

Mr. Chu smiled and continued to recite: "The crystal curtain is not underneath, the mica screen is open, and the beauty is soaked in the cold light. When the whole world is filled with many bright lights, I will give it to the golden master, and I will pour out the morning sun and pour out all the flowing clouds. I will also take Hu's bed to the south building, watch the jade as the world, and the plain swing is on the swing."

The Zhang family restaurant burst into cheers, "Okay, that's great, this may be the first Mid-Autumn Festival poem this time!"
Chapter completed!