Along the way, Du Ruo held Su Xiaomei's hand and chatted quietly behind the crowd, both of them were in love with each other.

Su Shi, Su Zhe, Cheng Zhicai and others began to recite poems and sing together. Although the Cheng family, a few of them were playboys, they did not need to hide them. The wrong poems and lyrics they wrote often made people laugh.

No one disturbed Du Ruo and Su Xiaomei, and Du Ruo was so happy.

"Young sister can play the flute, too?"

Du Ruo looked at the flute bag on Su Xiaomei's waist and asked. Su Xiaomei smiled sweetly, took out the flute and said, "Of course, it's what Sister Wang Fu from Zhongyan Academy gave me. She also taught me a new song and I will play it to you later."

Du Ruo smiled and nodded.

Of course, Wang Fu knew that it was Brother Su's first wife and the daughter of the mountain director of Zhongyan Academy. He had not married Su Shi yet, but probably he had already fallen in love with Su Shi, so he began to please his sister-in-law.

Zhongyan Academy is a Meishan official school and recruits students every year. There are more than a thousand handsome students in the courtyard, but the mountain chief actually promised his daughter to Su Shi. This is equivalent to later high school students who took advantage of the principal's daughter.

It's worthy of being Su Xian!

"Du Dacaizi, we have a great time singing poetry. Are you here to have fun?"

The Cheng family was a little tired of playing, and finally noticed Du Ruo. Erlang of the Cheng family approached Du Ruo with a little fun look. Cheng Zhi turned around and said to Su Zhe: "Then I don't need to be with me in this poem below, let Du Ruo try it."

Su Shi and Su Zhe nodded. They believed that the poems of Harmony were not under pressure on Du Ruo. Du Ruo was calm on his face, but his heart was full of alpacas. Harmony was focused on the rhythm, followed by the rhythm, and had extremely high requirements for rhythm.

The expression must be consistent.

Du Ruo could not do these things. Even if he used all the knowledge in Du Ruo's memory, he could not write a complete poem, let alone poems.

But he could not refuse. Cheng Zhicai had already read his poem: "The falling flowers are allowed to chase the east and west, and there is no desire to pick up the red maple leaves. When we part, we can't send a word. From this window, we listen to the wind. We climbed up to look out of the green mountains, and held wine and chatted in the night. We had not resolved the fate or disaster at that time, and we were sad and furious into the curtain. Please ask Brother Du to talk."

Du Ruo was so angry that he heard it. He remembered it again, but he couldn't tell.

Everyone looked at him, Du Ruo was almost burned by everyone's eyes. He pretended to think, but holding Su Xiaomei's hand, it became tighter and tighter. Su Xiaomei felt his embarrassment.

"If I need my brother Du Ruo to share this kind of simple poem, I, the person I have to do with?"

Su Xiaomei stood up and raised her eyebrows at Du Ruo. Du Ruo immediately felt relieved and said lightly: "I haven't written such a shallow poem for a long time. I really can't think of it for a while. Please ask my sister to treat it as you like for me."

After saying that, Cheng Zhicai's face turned dark. Su Shi smiled understandingly from the side. He thought it was Du Ruo who studied vernacular poetry and neglected to regulate poetry.

"Okay." Su Xiaomei nodded reluctantly, stepped forward, and said to Cheng Zhicai: "I've listened to it, my poem is-

The whining and whining gradually became less and the rush to make a living was miserable. I always missed the swallows in the building, and wandered around Caishiji with my hands in my arms.

The dust woven into vast wild horses, and the wind blows the lazy colors all over the clouds. Now, after the setting sun, I am haggard and thin and fat."

The poem Su Xiaomei was right not only had a brilliant literary style, but also mocked Cheng Zhicai, which caused Su Shi and Su Zhe to laugh. Su Baniang also smiled helplessly, but Cheng Zhicai was so arrogant that he could not refute the poem.

As for the other people in the Cheng family, they looked dull and they didn't remember Su Xiaomei's poems at all.

In recent years, the Cheng family has become more and more prosperous, while the Su family has become more and more depressed. Especially after Su Xun participated in the imperial examination and then landed in the last session, the Cheng family felt from the bottom of their heart that Mrs. Cheng was wronged to marry Su Xun and looked down on the Su family more and more.

The Cheng family naturally would not show these thoughts directly on the surface, but Su Baniang, who married into the Cheng family, could best understand that in recent years she was rolled and sarcastic by her mother-in-law in Cheng's family. After returning to her mother's house, she could not tell her father, let alone tell her mother, and she could only tell her to Su Xiaomei, so Su Xiaomei had no good feelings for the Cheng family.

"Okay, okay, Du Ruo has just recovered from a serious illness, so let's not make things difficult for him."

Su Shi waved his hand and helped Du Ruo to relieve the siege, but the Cheng family Erlang Sanlang and others had already come back to their senses, but they refused to give in.

"Haha, if you can't write a poem, let the woman replace you, I'm not ashamed!"

"It's true that it's the same as before, there's no ink in my belly."

"Du Ruo, just call it. Who did you buy those two poems from? Please recommend them to us!"

They mocked Du Ruo in various ways. Su Xiaomei's face turned red with anger. Du Ruo was guilty and planned to pull Su Xiaomei to play alone and stop playing with them. It was so annoying that she always revealed her labor and capital.

Cheng Zhicai looked at Du Ruo disdainfully and did not stop his younger brothers. Su Che scratched his head, and he was also somewhat suspicious of Du Ruo now.

Su Shi hurriedly changed the topic and said, "I accidentally got a new poem the day before yesterday, which is exquisite. How about memorizing it for everyone?"

The children of the Cheng family still respect Su Shi very much. At this moment, no matter Du Ruo, they all looked at Su Shi.

"Brother Du Ruo, let's go."

Su Xiaomei took Du Ruo's hand and was about to leave. Du Ruo received Su Shi's look and had to shake her head at Su Xiaomei: "Wait."

"I left gently, just as I came gently..."

Su Shi began to recite the poem. At first, everyone was just confused and wondered what kind of poem it was, but after hearing Su Shi recited it, everyone was stunned and had endless aftertaste.

"This new style of poetry is so beautiful!"

Even Su Xiaomei murmured and praised.

"A good poem! Although there is no metric constraint, listening to it once can make people linger in the words and sentences and unable to extricate themselves! It's really wonderful! Wonderful!"

Cheng Zhicai said three wonderful things in a row, and his expression was extremely excited.

He is a talented person and can naturally appreciate the wonders of poetry. His younger brothers feel that this kind of unrestrained poetry is smooth and savorful.

Erlang of Cheng Jia chuckled and said, "I left gently, just as I came gently! The person who wrote this poem must be a genius!"

Several other children of the Cheng family also nodded vigorously, thinking in their hearts that they would go to the brothel next time. When they left, they chanted "I left quietly, just as I came quietly." Wouldn't it make the famous prostitutes dumbfounded? Hehe!

"This is vernacular poetry. Those who created this new style of poetry are naturally geniuses." Su Shi said lightly.

"Then who created this vernacular poem? Are you still alive?" Su Che asked nervously.

Cheng Zhicai also said anxiously: "If you are alive, we must go to pay homage to you!"

"Yes, vernacular poetry is so good to my liking. If I see the author, I will definitely kneel down for him!" said Cheng's Sanlang.

Everyone looked at Su Shi every time and waited for him to tell the author, but Du Ruo shook his head slightly.

He didn't want to show off again because there was no need, but Su Shi was eager to let the vernacular poetry spread throughout the world. At this time, he looked at Du Ruo and said seriously: "The creator of this vernacular poetry is far away from the sky and close to you!"

After saying that, he raised his arm and pointed his hand at Du Ruo.

"It's Du Ruo, the song "Farewell to Minting" just now was written by him!"

Swish!

The Cheng brothers immediately changed their faces and stared at Du Ruo, and their faces changed from shock to embarrassment.

Su Che and Su Xiaomei looked at Du Ruo in surprise. Du Ruo looked down at Su Xiaomei and smiled and said, "It's nothing that you can do when you are bored and randomly at home when you are free."

“A random thing?”

The Cheng brothers' faces looked even more ugly, while Su Xiaomei looked at Du Ruo with bright eyes, all with admiration in her eyes.

"There is no need to kneel down." Du Ruo looked at Cheng Sanlang and looked at Cheng Zhicai again: "There is no need to hold the etiquette of disciples. Plain language poetry needs everyone to discuss and develop together."

"Du Ruo is humble and admires him!" Su Che couldn't help but say.

Cheng Zhicai blushed and stopped talking. Cheng Erlang said without any confidence: "How could it be yours? I don't believe it!"

"Du Ruo, just write another vernacular poem according to the situation. Good or bad is not important." Su Shi waved his hand to Du Ruo.

"All right."

Vernacular poetry is not a problem for Du Ruo. He is the founder of Vernacular poetry in this era. He has the final say in the rules. Even if he does not do well, others will not be able to find fault.

After looking around, I found that this was the road to the banks of the Minjiang River. Although it was outside Meizhou City, there were still many residents scattered on the side of the road, and some manors built by wealthy people outside the city.

The road is very wide, with pedestrians coming and going, and there is a small stone arch bridge not far ahead, and there are many men and women on the bridge, and some people stop to look into the distance.

"Have it!"

Du Ruo looked at the stone bridge ahead and wrote a gesture to recite poems. Everyone's eyes were gathered on him. Su Shi, Su Zhe and Su Xiaomei looked expectant, while Cheng Zhicai and others looked squinting, with suspicion.

"This poem is called "The Bridge", please listen to it:

You stand on the bridge and see the scenery

People watching the scenery are watching you in the car.

Spring decorates your windows,

You decorate someone else’s dreams.”

Du Ruo could have written it by himself, but when he thought of this song, he simply changed it and memorized it. There would be no mistakes.

After the song was finished, Su Shi and Su Zhe cheered in unison. Su Xiaomei showed a smile and even more admiration in her eyes.

After the Cheng Zhicai brothers looked strange, they became completely depressed. They never dared to find Du Ruo again along the way, and their voices became much smaller.

Soon, everyone came to the banks of the Minjiang River. The Minjiang River came from Chengdu Prefecture and ran south. Since the completion of Dujiangyan a thousand years ago, the Minjiang River flowed peacefully in all seasons, the river water was clear, and the plains on both sides were nourished by the green grass for thousands of miles.

At this time, men and women were already gathered in Jiangzuo and Jiangyou. Pink and white petals and blessing kites gradually spread on the river surface, raising the love of young men and women.

There are many boats moored on the river surface. The largest one is three layers and ten feet long, with carved beams and painted buildings, bright red and green. In the sun, the curtains reflect a hint of soft light. They are actually made of a mixture of yarn curtains and silk, which shows their luxury.

After Du Ruo accompanied Su Xiaomei to set up kites to pray for blessings, the Cheng brothers suggested that everyone go to the pleasure boat. This pleasure boat is equivalent to a luxury cruise ship in later generations. You can enter as long as you spend money to buy tickets. It contains musical girls singing and dancing performances.

After all, the Cheng brothers are Su Xiaomei's cousins ​​and will be their own relatives in the future. If they don't find fault, Du Ruo will not reject them. He took Su Xiaomei's hand and followed them leisurely.

As for the tickets, the book boy Du Qing brought enough money to pay. Even if he had no money, he had the father who was the leader of Meizhou. Who dared to stop him?

"God! Could it be that Xue Xingshou is here!"

Everyone was walking towards the pleasure boat, and the crowd around him suddenly became restless. Then Du Ruo saw several luxurious brocade green painted carriages parked on the side of the road. First, a group of young men with paper fans came down. These young men were not as handsome as Cheng Zhicai, and each of them had noble words on their faces.

However, after they got off the car, they came to a carriage in the middle. The arrogance on their faces disappeared instantly, replaced by tension, joy, and expectation.

After asking the carriage, several people rushed to lift the curtains. A woman with white clothes, pearls and jade hairpins, half-covered face, and a pipa came out of the carriage.
To be continued...