steal light

Ye Donglan shook his head, brushed the word "Ping An" on the jade plate with his fingertips again, looked into Yu Wenzhe's dark eyes, finally opened his mouth, and slowly wrote a poem,

The son is as bright as jade,

The word "safety" is sent to you.

May jade be in the same line of lovesickness,

When we came, we talked about classmate day together.

After reading, Ye Donglan smiled and explained, "This piece of jade is a gift from a close friend. He is like a jade, detached and refined. We have studied together for a few days, so we are also classmates. Although we have lost contact, But this piece of jade is tied to our friendship, so this poem can be regarded as a gift from afar."

"I didn't expect such a story behind a piece of jade." Yu Wenzhe was a little surprised, "Mr. Ye's poems are also surprising."

This is the first time that Yu Wenzhe has spoken out to praise others since today's poetry meeting, and everyone can't help but look at Ye Donglan a few more times. Ye Donglan's heart is on Yu Wenzhe, only looking at Yu Wenzhe, with a smile on his lips .

He gave this poem to Yu Wenzhe, even if they can't mention the past now, even if Yu Wenzhe has forgotten him, even if their identities are very different now, this piece of jade is on him, as if this friendship has never been far away .

Yu Wenzhe seemed to have noticed Ye Donglan's gaze, he raised his eyebrows with a smile, and there was a hint of questioning in his gaze.

Ye Donglan shook his head slightly, and moved his gaze to another place. A new round had already begun, and the copper plate went down the river again, and stopped in front of the students of the academy. Ye Donglan saw that it was the provocateur Liu Chengmian.

Liu Chengmian was sweating profusely on his forehead. He was used to domineering and domineering, but he didn't understand poetry at all.When everyone thought they were going to see him make a joke, one of his sons suddenly picked up the wine glass, "This glass stopped between Mr. Liu and Song Ling. I don't know who it is. Forgive Song Ling for showing off, let's do something first." head."

Shen Yuzhou explained to Ye Donglan that Song Ling's family was not rich and powerful, but a distant relative who worked as a messenger in Beijing. Uncle Yuanfang treated him well, the treatment was no different from that of the young master.

Ye Donglan understood.

His next family is a girl whom Ye Donglan has never seen before. She looks like Xiaojiabiyu, and her gestures are a little delicate.

There is little communication between the men's and women's schools. Even if the students in the men's school know each other, they only know whose daughter it is, and Song Ling is a cold-faced man who doesn't know everyone well. Only the senior sisters in the women's school make fun of this girl.

"Zhao Yan quickly come up with a question to test the younger brother, I want to see the younger brother be punished with alcohol!"

"Zhao Yan, the title of the most talented woman in the women's courtyard is not Bai Xiang's."

Zhao Yan shot back with a smile, "The number one talented woman is Xu Wan, don't talk nonsense."

She smiled and glanced at Song Ling. Song Ling was also born tall and tall. His skin was not as white and tender as those young masters, and he was not as thick as a rough man. It gave people a very comfortable feeling, but his expression was very cold. It's like icicles.

That's why the senior sisters in the women's courtyard want to watch him drink as a punishment. Such a cold and indifferent junior brother should be very cute if he gets drunk.Zhao Yan knew very well what her sisters were thinking, and she was also thinking about what kind of problem would be difficult for Song Ling.

Pei Qian saw the group of ladies making a fuss, and smiled to maintain order, "Okay, it's like a banshee, it's not like I haven't seen my junior."

Someone laughed and joked with Pei Qian, "It's just that I haven't seen it before. Brother Song Ling is notoriously cold, but he is much more pleasing to the eye than those sons whose faces are thicker than the city wall."

The people present burst into laughter, and the dude who was accused of being scolded by Sang Huai began to dissatisfy, "Hey, sister Bai, you are so cruel, is this how we are in your eyes?"

"Isn't that right?" Elder Sister Bai was not the only one who answered, those young masters wisely shut up.

Zhao Yan had had enough of laughing, straightened her body, and faced Song Ling, "I don't know you very well, so I'll give you a question based on the objects in this academy, just look at the wine bottle in Pei Sixue's hand."

Song Ling looked at the quaint bronze wine bottle in Pei Qian's hand. The fine lines were wrapped around the body of the bronze pot, elegant and majestic.

After a little thought, Song Ling came up with a poem,

Bronze is wound with stilts,

The heart of the pot implies Qing Yulu.

Drinking wine by Wen Qingquan,

Poems add to the fun of the final pot.

The audience was very quiet, only the sound of people's breathing was left. Ye Donglan couldn't help casting appreciative glances. His poem was very good, and the rhythm was right. The content also described the scene of this poetry meeting. It was simple but vivid, and at the end there was also a question. Everyone wrote poems to cheer up the drinking, and finally drank all the wine in the jug and rejoiced together.

Good moral.

Pei Qian took the lead in applauding, and the applause sounded from below one after another, and the young masters who didn't quite understand all applauded.