Chen Zhongqing, who became famous in the garden poetry meeting, was not like others, was invited by a literati and scholar to chant flowers and watch the moon, drink and play music, and then after Lian San's illness refused to give in, Qingyi Lane slowly calmed down. The scholars in Hangzhou only knew that there was a scholar who saw the dragon but didn't see the tail. He won the three tripods of an unprecedented garden poetry meeting, but never saw what he looked like.

Like the previous rumors, the beginning was earth-shaking, and the ending was light and quiet, and after a few months, it became silent. However, when talking about the number one talented man in Hangzhou, they would all think of Chen Zhongqing's name at the same time, and a face with a blurred memory on the railing.

Chen Zhongqing, who was happy to have a half-day leisure life, took advantage of the arrival of summer and transplanted two white peonies and a hibiscus into the courtyard. He rolled up his sleeves and transformed the courtyard into a garden with flowers. The pure white lotus flowers in the small lotus pond had all bloomed, and one or two yellow orioles were left on the branches of a lush crabapple tree, and the orioles were singing.

One stem brings green, and two shadows share the same red.

The colorful rouge color is smiling brightly among the bamboo fence.

Even Mr. Zhang, who visited the door, felt that Chen Zhongqing's four corners of the world had the legacy of the literati of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

However, with its reputation, the pure charm left by this Wei and Jin dynasty was finally broken by scholars who visited the door.

A carriage stepped across the bluestone street and turned into the deep alley.

When Chen Zhongqing saw the carriage that was turning into the deep alley of Qingyi, he happened to come from the stone bridge opposite. It had just rained in the morning, and the dampness on the stone street was mixed with sultry heat. He had an oil-paper umbrella in one arm and reached out to block the slightly dazzling light in front of him. The spring breeze blew the roller blinds, and the figure sitting inside was faintly visible, as if familiar.

The literati who visited some time ago almost broke the threshold. Once he saw people appearing in groups at the entrance of Qingyi Alley, or a luxurious carriage drove in, his subconscious reaction was a scholar who came here.

As the sky was clear, he speeded up, stepped on the puddles of short boots and picked up a splash of water.

The carriage was parked at the door, and got off the carriage with a slutty dressed in bright clothes and horses, covered with silk and satin, which was elegant and luxurious.

When Chen Zhongqing walked twenty steps away from the door, he stopped, with a slightly shocked expression.

The people who visited Chen Zhongqing today surprised Chen Zhongqing. Qin Danqing, who had a meeting with him in the garden at that time, got off the carriage and was standing at the door. He turned his head and happened to see Chen Zhongqing walking over, and hurriedly bowed, "Brother Zhongqing, do you still remember when you are down?"

Chen Zhongqing was stunned for a moment, then looked at the luxurious carriage decorated with silk brocade behind him. The tall maroon horse kept tapping on the horse's hooves. He immediately understood the other party's purpose and quickly bowed and smiled, "How could he not remember? Brother Danqing came here this time, what advice would he give?"

When Qin Danqing heard the words, he knew there was a play and asked quickly, "I wonder if I am lucky to have a meal with Brother Zhongqing? It's not about poetry, nor do I ask for advice or discussion, and no one else comes here, just for a pure meal."

"Since it's Brother Danqing, I naturally have to give this face." Chen Zhongqing stepped out of the door, patted the other party on the shoulder, and asked, "I don't know where to go?"

"Just come with me."

Chen Zhongqing followed Qin Danqing to the luxuriously decorated carriage. Qin Danqing told him the recent earthquake in the literary world in Hangzhou. Since Chen Zhongqing became famous in Hangzhou, many people have asked him about this talented man who is famous in Hangzhou, but he did not get a definite answer. The scholars who tried to invite Chen Zhongqing to dinner also came back in disgrace. He also came to test the truth with the luck of meeting Chen Zhongqing before. Unexpectedly, Chen Zhongqing agreed so readily.

Chen Zhongqing deliberately made an excuse and said, "Brother Zhongqing did not make things difficult for me, it was just a matter of social engagements, which was really not a strong point."

Qin Danqing nodded sympathetically. Since he learned that the talented man opposite was the proud disciple of Li Lanting and Zhang Xun, he never dared to show his good teacher again. At this time, the carriage stopped moving forward. The groom lifted the curtain, stretched in half, and said to the people in the car, "Young Master, we are here."

Chen Zhongqing lifted up the curtains and happened to see the powerful Yan Jinliu bones on the plaque.

The autumn water is the same color.

Qin Danqing said with a smile, "It's this."

The hall was filled with people, and the waiter held the dish and shuttled back and forth. Chen Zhongqing followed Qin Danqing to dodge the oncoming food waiter and walked towards the Accord on the second floor.

"The autumn water is the same color. This is the restaurant where literati and scholars in the entire Hangzhou City like to gather. From here, you can see half of the beautiful scenery of Hangzhou City, a lotus pond in summer, and a silver snake wax figure in winter. It is said that the owner of this building also likes art and elegance. A white wall was specially arranged on the top floor for people to write poems and inscriptions."

Chen Zhongqing was listening attentively to the other party, but he didn't notice a group of people coming towards him and accidentally bumped into one of them.

"Ouch."

The scholar, who was in the 30th of all companions, stopped, and the man who was hit staggered back two steps, frowned, patted his sleeves, and said angrily, "Don't have eyes?"

Qin Danqing, who was walking in front, saw this scene and wanted to say a few words, but he saw Chen Zhongqing bowing his hand and said, "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

He came over after the other party walked away and whispered, "Brother Zhongqing, there is no need to be humble to him. With your current identity, no scholar in Hangzhou dares to disrespect you."

Chen Zhongqing waved his hand and said calmly, "Forget it, forgive me if you have to forgive me, let me forgive me, let me be wrong first. I will forget this little episode, I won't talk about it."

The two of them found a table next to the window and sat down, called a pot of Xinghua Village and a few dishes of side dishes. Looking out the window, they could see the Grand Canal of Beijing-Hangzhou, which was winding like a long dragon, flowing to the clouds at the end of the horizon. Most of the prosperity of Hangzhou is within a 10-meter-meter-meter-meter-meter-meter-long white clouds, and the sky is full of sight.

"No wonder Brother Danqing chose this restaurant. Although Hangzhou is flat, it is not as tall as Mount Tai in the East, nor is it as the mountains of Mount Tai in the West, and there are not as many mountains as Baling and Emei in the West, but this Yellow River is far beyond the white clouds, including the spirit of all things, can be seen in this tall building."

Chen Zhongqing said with emotion, understanding why he left a white wall on the top floor for people to write poems and write. If anyone saw this magnificent and magnificent scenery, he would be very excited.

"Haha, I actually want to see if Brother Zhongqing still has amazing poems. There are only one or two poems, which is a bit stingy. Which of the poets in Hangzhou has more than ten or twenty poems a year?"

Chen Zhongqing curled his lips and said, "Do you think chanting poetry is the same as eating and drinking water, and you can pick it up at will?"

However, the round of elegant aura did not last long, and was broken by the noisy noise behind a carefully crafted screen.

"What is the best talent in Hangzhou who is the best poetry and essay in the past? Didn't Li Lanting and Zhang Xun deliberately launch it to show a benchmark? I'm afraid this person is the son of a high-ranking official and a great title, and he came to Hangzhou City to gilt?"

"If I met Wei Xianyao, he would definitely not be able to write a single poem! Humph, "Red Cliff Fu" and "Langtaosha" were clearly written by someone. Maybe Zhang Xun asked Dada to deliberately help him write three poems."

Then there were a series of echoes, complaining that this garden poetry meeting must have a shady scene. Everyone withdrew from the competition for poetry, clearly to create momentum for this person. This year, the garden poetry meeting was simply shady scene.

Qin Danqing glanced at the person who bumped into Chen Zhongqing before, with sarcasm and disdain between his eyebrows. He stood up angrily, wanting to trouble the other party, but Chen Zhongqing, who was sitting opposite, shook his head and signaled him to sit down first and not move.

"Waiter."

Chen Zhongqing waved.

"Come on, guest."

The waiter greeted him with a smile on his face. All the parents here were food and clothing, and he didn't dare to offend him.

Chen Zhongqing took a piece of paper, wrote a few words up, then handed it to the waiter, and stuffed it to him as a reward. He said with a kind face, "Go, hand this piece of paper to the young master who shouted the most joyously on the table next door, and you will have nothing to do after that."

"Okay."

The waiter wiped his hands, quickly put the broken silver into his arms, respectfully picked up the rice paper, and ran to the next door.

Qin Danqing asked curiously, "What are you on paper?"
Chapter completed!