In the golden autumn season, there are countless elegant collections of Hangzhou poetry gatherings.

But what really makes scholars envious is the Broken Bridge Guis Collection held by Hangzhou courtesan girl Feng Chuchu.

Miss Feng Chuchu has become a popular courtesan in Hangzhou in the past two years, and is more beautiful than everyone else.

Many scholars spend money just to see Miss Chuchu.

Now that they have the opportunity to meet for free, they naturally come one after another.

The location of Yaji is near the Broken Bridge. Because it is close to the Geshi Mountain, many scholars who have not received the invitation simply climbed the Geshi Mountain to look around.

Even if you can't be there, you have to take advantage of the popularity of Miss Chuchu to experience the atmosphere.

Xu Yan was forced to come.

The person who forced him was nothing but his mentor, Mr. Qian Dehong.

This has completely subverted Xu Yan's views.

In his mind, the image of his mentor has always been tall and majestic. A great scholar of a generation, Wang Yangming's personal disciple, also likes to pursue the wind and the moon.

Wow, it's really informative.

At this moment, the master's grand image collapsed.

Xu Yan secretly said that his mentor is so good!

Qian Dehong didn't care about this, and even said something about food, sex and sex to explain it.

At this point, what else can Xu Yan do besides serving his subordinates?

The teacher’s order cannot be violated!

What surprised Xu Yan even more was that Mr. Qian seemed to be a veteran and everything was so familiar.

Xu Yan just needs to follow Mr. Qian quietly.

Broken Bridge Gui Ji is an extremely broad concept.

The core area is on a pleasure boat in the Broken Bridge area of ​​West Lake.

This pleasure boat is the original deity of Miss Feng Chuchu, the organizer of the Yaji Festival. Countless scholars and scholars want to climb up to see Miss Chuchu’s face.

But the pleasure boat is so big, how can everyone get up?

If you want to meet Miss Chuchu, you must go through layers of assessment and selection, pass five levels and defeat six generals, and the difficulty is not lower than that of the imperial examination.

This first level is in a teahouse at the foot of the Gem Mountain.

Miss Chuchu has always been addicted to tea, so she set the title of the first level as chanting tea and asked everyone to write a poem with the chanting tea.

Any poems written will be copied by a special person and ordered to send them to the pleasure boat.

Miss Chuchu will personally evaluate these poems and select those who advance to the next level.

When Xu Yan and Mr. Qian came to the teahouse, several failed scholars walked out of it in dejectedly.

A table happened to be empty, and Xu Yan and his mentor quickly occupied the seat.

When Xu Yan saw the topic, he smiled.

It’s so elegant to use tea as the title, but it’s a bit too simple.

He immediately picked up his pen and wrote:

At the entrance of Lingyuan Cave, five horses came to taste the Grain Rain.

From then on, a new product of Green Cloud Scent was added to the Duanming tea spectrum.

After writing a poem, Xu Yan handed the paper to Mr. Qian to read.

Qian Dehong nodded while looking and praised frequently: "I am worthy of being a disciple of a teacher. This poem has the style of a teacher. Let's do this, this poem is considered to be written by a teacher. You write another poem."

“…”

Xu Yan wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this. His mentor clearly wanted to rely on his seniority.

With his knowledge, it is not difficult to write a tea poem. But he insists on picking up ready-made uses. This is really "the world is declining"!

But his mentor said so, he couldn't refuse, right?

Unfortunately, Xu Yan had to pick up the pen again.

This time he wrote:

The fragrance of the Fulong is ten miles away, and it is approaching the east of my villa.

If you can visit the enemy in the future, don’t laugh at Wang Meng with the water.

This poem is more fresh and refined than the one just now.

Qian Dehong drooled, but because he was really not good at face-saving, he had to give up.

Xu Yan handed over two poems to a special person to send them to the painting boat in the lake.

Next is to wait for tea and drink.

As long as you pass the first level, you can enter the next level.

It’s so boring, so wait.

...

...

Above the pleasure boat, in the tassel tent.

A young woman in her 28 years old gently twisted her onion finger and sent a Huzhou Shengxuan to her.

The woman had an oval face, willow eyebrows, moonlight, bright eyes, white teeth. She only applied a little thin powder on her face, but she was particularly fair.

The fragrance of the Fulong is ten miles away, and it is approaching the east of my villa.

If you can visit the enemy in the future, don’t laugh at Wang Meng with the water.

This poem is beautiful.

It is not easy to find such a masterpiece in the realistic poems that describe the scenes of picking tea, stir-frying tea, and tasting tea.

As for another poem sent with it, it is also good.

At the entrance of Lingyuan Cave, five horses came to taste the Grain Rain.

From then on, a new product of Green Cloud Scent was added to the Duanming tea spectrum.

Although there are not many new ideas, the words and sentences are good.

"Let these two pass."

Feng Chuchuying said softly.

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...

The news came to the teahouse, and Xu Yan and Qian Dehong successfully entered the next level.

Amid the envious eyes of everyone, the two stood up and left.

The second level is set up in a wine shop.

Compared to ordinary restaurants, this restaurant is very small and can only barely set up three or four tables.

Xu Yan and Mr. Qian finally found a place to sit down, but before they could even drink, someone sent the question.

The title is written on a wooden board, with only two words: On wine.

This is somewhat interesting.

Is it so good to talk about tea in a teahouse and wine in a wine shop?

Xu Yan pondered for a moment, lifted his pen and wrote:

The bright stones in the sky are formed, and the green streams are bent down.

Fish swim under the crescent moon, and people are on the west side of the bridge.

When you enter the room, you will be filled with wine and you will be greeted by the horse's hooves every spring.

Because I can make it as long as I can, the bamboo can be carried.

With the experience of the last time, Xu Yan was very self-conscious, so this poem was considered as his mentor. He wanted to write another poem.

After writing three poems in a row, it was a bit boring if I continued to write them, so Xu Yan picked up his pen and wrote lyrics.

The lake is filled with wine, and the green curtains are low to the Baipingzhou. The west wind is full of picking the water chestnuts.

Sometimes on the sandy shore, there is a pole on the painting boat. When I return, I feel speechless.

The quality of these poems is excellent, and Xu Yan is naturally full of confidence.

Mr. Qian relied on Xu Yan to make fun of it, and devoted himself to the wine tasting, as if he missed the moment and it would be a huge loss.

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To be continued...