The literary conference held by Linhu Academy is in progress, and the students tried their best to bring out their own satisfactory works.

The seniors of the Master commented from time to time, and sometimes they would receive outstanding poems on stage to discuss. The dancers and singers each showed their unique skills to set off the warmth of the atmosphere.

Su Wenqing also held a piece of paper and recited it with a smile: "...Silver light and light red accompany the stars, sparse shadows on the painting screen ride the wind together... Li Yaozhi's poem is good, it is considered a masterpiece today. Yantai, what do you think?"

"Middle and Top." It was the old man who drank in Futai Tower that day, with his famous work Zhou Fu and his courtesy name Yantai.

"Hahaha," Su Wenqing laughed himself, "I should have known that you would say this long ago, but I'm bored. Come on, come on, Mingdao, come on and comment."

Another person in Fortellon was named Xu Ke. Today, he also came to the West Lake Cultural Conference. He took a sip of the hot tea in front of him, and then said: "It is considered a masterpiece. If there is no good poem in the future, it is better to be in the top three..."

Before Xu Ke finished speaking, the crowd outside was in chaos, and many people rushed in with excitement, and the guard guard stopped him.

Su Wenqing frowned and ordered the servant behind him: "Go and see what happened."

The servant who went out soon ran back and reported: "It was Cheng Bolun from Wushan who came."

Su Wenqing snorted: "Friendly boy, I see what poems he can do today!"

Xu Ke and Zhou Fu also showed a little displeasure on their faces. Every year, there are many literary gatherings in Hangzhou, especially West Lake and Wushan. Although they usually compete for writing, they will not do such a similar thing. They usually agree to the invitation as they like, and will not favor them. At this time, they can't help but become dissatisfied with Wushan.

Cheng Bolun's poems and articles are as impressive as Hangzhou. If he really let him overwhelm the students at the West Lake Arts Association today, his reputation will be completely decided. Therefore, he insisted on coming to Linhuyuan to compete with others despite the dissuasion of others.

Although he was inevitably more arrogant because of his talent, he was really talented and knowledgeable. He was wearing a square slatted scarf, his eyes were like torches, and his clothes were just a common blue cloth shirt, but he could not hide his arrogance.

"I'm here to come here, I'm just willing to discuss poetry with you. I'll forgive you if you're promiscuous." Cheng Li bowed to the students below, and without waiting for everyone to return the gift, he went up a few steps forward and bowed to the stage, "I've seen the elders, and the student Cheng Li, I'm willing to give you advice."

Although Su Wenqing was dissatisfied, he was not easy to show his face. He nodded and said, "Beron came from Wushan Wenhui. I wonder what excellent works have been made there?"

Cheng Li took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and said respectfully: "Wushan Tangyu Lake, Zheng Youchang, and Zhang Yuzhi all have excellent works."

A man on the stage asked the servant to take the paper below. Several old men passed it on to each other. Although they were dissatisfied, they would not say bad things about these poems against their conscience. After reading it, they nodded slightly. No wonder Cheng Li was so confident. Unexpectedly, Wushan also produced many excellent works this time.

However, the few people on the stage depended on their identities, while the students below were all young and energetic. Since both sides were already dirty, they would not be polite to him at this time.

Immediately, someone said sarcastically: "I don't know which masterpieces Wushan has produced. I would like to ask Brother Buren to read aloud for us, so that I can read and study." I was ready to find faults. After all, there is no first in literature, and even a top masterpiece may not be able to find any improvements. If I am modified several things in public, the weight of this poem will be greatly reduced.

Cheng Li smiled. Before he could take out his own lyrics, he first threw the poems from others and asked for directions to see him. He immediately recited them with his memory: "I will evaluate them together with you. Today, Zheng Youchang published a poem "Bodhisattva Man"..."

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Chen Yue was a little bored when he heard these things. He really couldn't get any interest in these things. Before he could listen to them for a long time, the students started to get angry. He stood up and stretched, and walked to the outside of the fenced field for breathing.

The fence is filled with tourists, and the poems that are spread in the venue express their opinions, which will cause controversy from time to time, just like the "fans" of later generations cheer for the talented literati or poems they support.

When Chen Yue came here, he found that there were too many people. So many people were not a good place for breathable activities, so he had to turn around and leave.

"Young Master Huang! Young Master Huang!" A little commotion broke out behind him, and then spread out.

Chen Yue looked back in surprise and saw a short man squeezed in from the crowd. When he saw him turn around, he quickly shouted, "But Mr. Huang who just wrote "The East Wind Breeze at Night"? The villain was just Tuesday when he closed the stall just now." After knowing that there were scholars around him, he changed his name. It was not easy to call him "officials" here.

It turned out to be the stall owner who just stopped the stall. Chen Yue was surprised for a while, and then turned around and left. If he was entangled, he would have to cause trouble later.

"Young Master Huang! Wait for me! Hey... That's Wenqu Xingjun who came down from the earth from the sky, hurry up! Let me go in!" Zhou Er was still unyielding. He couldn't stuff the money into Chen Yue's hand just now, and was almost forced to come out to find someone. Half of the people who were watching together came out to find someone. At this time, he finally found it but how could he let it go?

When the people who came next to him heard that they had found someone, they immediately rushed over here. Those who didn't know what happened also grabbed others and asked. As soon as they came, more and more people rushed over like snowballs, and directly overturned the temporarily enclosed fence to the ground.

The nearby guards found the situation here and rushed over. However, the number of people was too large. The guards, who were considered to be tall and powerful, were pushed around like duckweed. The crowds crossed the fence and chased Chen Yue directly.

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At this time, all the three poems Wu Shan brought had been read, and everyone commented and discussed them. Although there were many problems, the last few people on the stage still gave good reviews.

Xu Ke made a judgment on the stage: "These three sons are indeed quite talented. Tangyuhu and Zhang Yuzhi wrote poems in a proper way, and they see the true meaning from the plainness and the literary style from the simple and simple. As for Zheng Youchang... his solid foundation is rare. It is rare that his sword is taking a different approach, which is more novel than the previous two. Among the three, he is slightly better."

Su Wenqing also nodded and said, "That's the case, but there are several comparing to this song "Bodhisattva Man" in Linhuyuan today. Bolun, come here alone, probably there are some excellent works?"

Cheng Li smiled reservedly, but did not deny it, and looked around proudly: "The student wrote a random song "Xijiang Yue". Please correct me." He said politely, but his tone was not reserved.

Cheng Li was about to speak, but suddenly there was a noise not far away. He frowned and looked back with dissatisfaction. He saw a large group of people rushing into the venue of the literary club, surrounding a slender boy clamoring for something...

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