Xiaohou Ye and his childhood sweetheart

If Shizilou is a place where scholars recite poems, compose and drink wine, then Tinglantai is the most elegant place in Luancheng and even in the whole country.Those who enter and stop at Lantai are all elegant people.

In the twilight of the morning, people climbed the high-rise building early. The square Tinglan Terrace, the Dancing Pavilion and the Getai are large enough to accommodate nearly 300 people.The surroundings were covered with colorful flags, and the characters 'Huai' or 'Xiao' were printed on the flags. Apart from these, there was also the family name of Luan City.

The two surnames Huai and Xiao naturally refer to Huai Zong and Xiao Xing.

In the past three years, Xiao Xing has been working tirelessly to "conquer" Huai Zong. Huai Zong became famous at the age of 13, and his fame is getting better day by day. Agility, she called it the second, no one dared to call it the first.

In addition, she is handsome and elegant, and there are countless scholars who worship her.

Huai Zong has never been complacent about her talents and learning, she is unrestrained by nature, and she often likes to sit and discuss the Tao with scholars, and when she gives her advice, he suddenly becomes enlightened, and that person calls himself a disciple of Huaimen.

Even though Huai Zong has never publicly admitted it, her reputation among the people is still too loud for her age.

Xiao Xing, as the eldest daughter of Prince Hui, the Princess of Dongling who was conferred by the emperor, with a penny of Lang Hao and Huai Zong, she occupies the middle class, and she comes from a noble family, and she is proficient in all kinds of poems, songs, Fu, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. , Luancheng aristocratic family daughter headed by her.

Although Huai's reputation was ruined by his cheap words, a prudish hat was not enough to cover up the nobility and elegance in her bones.

Therefore, the agreement of the Hundred Poems of Fighting Wine in Lantai was passed on, and the disciples of Huaimen and the daughters of the Luancheng family spontaneously stood on the opposite side.

The odds of the gambling shop have been opened, Huai Zong pays three for one, Princess Xiao pays four for one, the sound of the Lantai piano has not been played, and the silent smoke of war drums is slowly flowing in people's hearts.

The three-year Tinglantai Poetry Fair is a grand event in the literary world. On this day, even great Confucian scholars who hide in the mountains will show up, aiming to order the younger generation.

The torch is passed on from generation to generation, conveying the beauty of humanities, standing upright and proud, paving the way for the prosperity of Luan Kingdom for generations to come.

Huai Zong stepped into the Tinglan Terrace in a snow-white robe, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Xiao Xing approaching slowly, followed by Uncle Hui King on the left, and on the right... was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

She frowned slightly, looked away, and stepped onto the qin platform with steady steps. As an unstoppable rookie in the literary world, Huai Zong sat on the qin platform with solemn eyes and calm mind.

Flick the strings with your hands, a piece of "Xianling" shakes through the universe, the sound of the piano is ethereal, and you are immersed in it leisurely without knowing the age.

The elders, the young, the dignitaries, and the civilians all sat on the futons, holding their breath, feeling the cultural atmosphere of Tinglan □□, listening to the vast sound of the piano, and once gave birth to the illusion of communion with the predecessors of the Luancheng literary world 300 years ago.

At the end of the song, Xiao Xing looked at Huai Zong with a tenderness that she didn't realize.

The sound of the piano is pure and simple, directly hitting the cleanliness and shock of the soul.Putting aside the bad luck, the beginning of chaos and the end of abandonment, Huai Zong, should be the No. 1 romantic.

The sound of the piano was resounding, announcing the official start of the Tinglantai Poetry Conference.

In the poetry meeting, all kinds of indulgence and willfulness are not expressed one by one.

Huai Zong sat down on the seat briskly, and Xiao Xing sat opposite her - a conspicuous position that could be seen by lightly lifting his eyelids.

In the past, Tinglan Terrace did not allow women to enter, and the Luan Kingdom admired romance, but although they did not severely punish women, men were conceited, but they always subconsciously looked down on women from aristocratic families who hid in their boudoirs.

So Xiao Xing was born. At the age of 12, he questioned Jing Yan, a great Confucian in Tinglantai: "Why can't women enter the stage, fight wine, recite poems, and play music?"

Jing Yan, who is in her early forties, has a broad mind and doesn't mind the youth's vigor, so she just looked at her with a smile: "If you want, you can give it a try."

Then Xiao Xing really fought thirteen scholars in one day, his poems were like swords, he cut off the lingering arrogance in the hearts of the men of the day, so much so that 72 guards had to urgently discuss and revise the rules of Tinglantai.

As a result, there is no distinction between gender and inferiority on Tinglantai, and only talent is used to judge high and low.

At that time, Xiao Xing showed his sharpness and was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, but he also knew how to be nervous, so he forced himself to sit by the side obediently and cheer for her.

Huai Zong's eyes were gentle, as if after a long time, he saw a young boy in a white robe opposite him helplessly and happily holding a small colorful flag with the word "Xiao" printed on it. Every time he lost a person in a fight, the boy would shout: "Ah Xing!" Awesome!"

Huai Zong toasted and drank, she was looking forward to drink and compete with Xiao Xing at Tinglan Terrace, but now she couldn't calmly and cheerfully hold up a small colored flag to cheer for her.

She likes Xiao Xing, because she can't tell her old problems, growing up is bound to be accompanied by regrets, today, she just wants to get drunk.

Xiao Xing also thought so.

What's wrong with a woman at a literati event?She wants to compete with Huai Zong, the younger generation who stands at the top of the literary world, and wants to earn a ray of light that is not inferior to men!

She wanted people in the literary world of Luan Kingdom to think of Dongling Xiao Xing when they mentioned the talented Huai Zong in the future.

The aroma of wine is overflowing, and all the treasures of each family will be donated on this day.

There are heroes in wine, heroes in poetry, wine has strong wine, and poetry also has the unrivaled legacy of indulgence and boldness that stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun and the moon.

The Ding Lantai Poetry Association has no author, no fixed topic, and the Ding Lantai Poetry Club is full of wine.

Osmanthus fragrans, fruit wine, sorghum wine, there are more than a dozen types of wine that can be named, and there are also more than a dozen types of wine that cannot be named.

The aroma of wine wafts away, and the spirit of wine is volatile. It's okay to get drunk, and the waiter is in charge of recording.

Then, the poems will be scattered, and before midnight, against the stars and moonlight, freshly released poems will be scattered in the streets and alleys of Luancheng, and even young children can find a few poems that they can understand.

Huai Zong raised his glass and swiped ink, and poems with the aroma of wine scattered with the wind. Talent and wine collided to create bright and bright sparks in this era. Not only she was immersed in ecstasy, but also Xiao Xing on the opposite side.

Women have their own aspirations. Xiao Xing first wrote about the broad mind of climbing high and looking far away from the world. Then he wrote about the family, the country, the world, the four seasons, mountains and rivers, people and things, and even wrote about the cat paw prints that the big cat accidentally left on her skirt last night. out.

Slowly, from ambition to fun, from lofty sentiments to the delicacy of her daughter's family, rigidity and softness are combined. In her pen, the thousand-character poems flow out are nothing more than two characters-no fear.

Huai Zong also writes about the four seasons of mountains and rivers in the family, the country, the world, the people, the things, the daily chores, the sadness of seeing the big from the small, the heroism, the pride, the domineering and courageousness of the pen to conquer the mountains and rivers, and the enthusiasm of the soldiers and victories. , Write about joys and sorrows, about separation and reunion, about others, and about herself.

Seven emotions and six desires, love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance.

The world of mortals is rolling, and no one can escape.

Drunk to the bone, more than one or two people fell down?

Amidst the snoring, some people sang heartily. Slowly, the waiters changed wave after wave. In the end, His Highness the Crown Prince was so drunk that he couldn't lift a pen.

The sky is like a quilt and the ground is a hut, and the fragrance of wine and poetry are contained in sleep and dreams.

The moonlight was hazy, Xiao Xing's brows were full of affection, and the words were not added, and the inspiration rushed out.When he was drunk to the extreme, he held the pen with his heart, eloquent and eloquent, and the sky was full of talents. Who said that only men are proud?

At this moment, she and Huai Zong are the only ones who have been fighting wine and writing poems from beginning to end.

Huai Zong was very drunk, and her expression was blurred until she couldn't see the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, or stars shining. Xiao Xing was reflected in her eyes, and Xiao Xing was in her heart. In the end, Xiao Xing was also written.

She praised beauties for their charm and allure, praised them for being full of emotion, respected beauties for their bony and haughty bones, and feared beauties for their indifference and indifference.

She wrote about Xiao Xing, but dared not admit that she liked Xiao Xing.

Secret love addiction has become an unspeakable secret.

The strong wine enters the throat, the brush turns lightly, and the joy is not in the world again.And the beauty, forgotten by her at the end of the pen, blooms at the tip of her heart.

Fighting back and forth, she sketches from life, Xiao Xing writes from death, she writes about the beauty of flowers blooming, Xiao Xing criticizes her for being greedy for prosperity, she writes drunkenness as a song, Xiao Xing hates her to let it go, she writes about the loveliness of Manli, Xiao Xing Blame her for being a philanderer.

After writing and writing, Huai Zong, who was drunk, found that Xiao Xing was writing poems to hate her again.

How can you bear it?

Fight back!

Two drunks, the poems in their pens fly like snowflakes.Fluttering like the twelfth lunar month, the heavy snow suddenly fell in the cold winter, and the waiter who sorted out the poems was exhausted.

In the end, there was no other way, and Tinglantai sent 36 additional people.

72 The tower guards are all talented poets from the Luan Kingdom, and they are smiling knowingly as they look at the drunk young girls in the distance.

Through the pieces of paper flying like snow, I vaguely saw the next prosperous era of poetry and prose.

Xiao Xing finally fell drunk in Huai Zong's arms, she pulled Huai Zong's sleeves, the two of them couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south when they were drunk, Xiao Xing grabbed her sleeves and kept muttering, Huai Zong managed to listen with clarity, In the end, I heard the princess scolding her in a hurry.

Tossing and turning, the curse is only four words: heartbroken and unlucky.

Listen to it again and then give up again.

Huai Zong was so startled by the sudden appearance of the eight characters that he lost a little bit of his drunkenness, did he just give up?Where is this?Little drunk cat, you wronged me again!

She staggered towards the railing with her arms around Xiao Xing's shoulders, leaning against the railing to blow the wind, the alcohol gradually dissipated, Xiao Xing opened his eyes dizzily, saw Huai Zong, and beat him softly.

The soft palm felt so good, Huai Zong let out a snort, and let her lean into his arms: "You beat me, I beat you, I curse you, what do you want?"

"No way...how can..." Xiao Xing was so drunk that he couldn't see her eyes clearly, "It's a shameful heart! It starts in chaos and ends in abandonment..."

Huai Zong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How can there be chaos at the beginning and abandonment at the end? Don't accuse me wrongly."

"do not have it?"

"……No."

Without further ado, Xiao Xing bit her shoulder, but it hurt so much, Huai Zong frowned and was reluctant to push her away.

The servants of the palace waited not far away to pick him up, Huai Zong sighed, thankfully Xiao Xing was so drunk that he couldn't remember the reason of the past.She smiled: "Trust me, okay? Ah Xing, I can't bear to let you down, don't wrong me, okay?"

The spring breeze was warm and the aroma of wine was lingering. After being picked up, Huai Zong staggered towards Dinglantai and asked the waiter, "How many poems have each been written by the Princess and I?"

Doujiu writes poems, one is the quality, the other is the quantity. The waiter looks through the booklet: "Master Hou wrote one hundred and eight poems, and registered one hundred and seven poems. The princess... Huh? The princess also wrote one hundred and Eight? Registered... one hundred and seven."

The waiter took out another booklet, 72. The guards guarded not only the Tinglan Terrace, but also the hundreds of years of heavy poems and poems in Tinglan.For all the poems and essays registered in the register, 72 people will judge each capital after writing on the spot, and the first grade is the best, and then integrated and summarized to summarize the ranking.

The waiter's eyes flashed, and he spit out four words: "Slightly better."

In the column of the roster, Huai Zong is at the top, followed by the word Xiao Xing.Linchun Xiaohou smiled, his drunken eyes smiling brighter than the stars.

Sitting in the soft sedan chair home, she thought drunkenly, three conditions, Ah Xing, you have lost yourself to me again.

wonderful...

The author has something to say:

Did Princess Xiao hate Lin Chunhou today?

Resented.

Did you win?

No (╯3╰).