On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, a poem appeared in the Lanting Gathering at Weiyang Lake in Shangjing, and it was listed as the first of the thousand stone tablets. The news has spread throughout the city of Shangjing.

There have not been thousands of Mid-Autumn Festival poems and lyrics on stone tablets for decades, but now they have reappeared. This is naturally a great event in the literary world.

It was like a huge rock falling into the Weiyang Lake, causing huge waves in the capital city.

Almost within half an hour after the poem appeared, it was sung first by the courtesan Xue Feifei on the flower boat Hongxiuzhao on the Qinhuai River.

It is said that this song of Water Melody was recomposed by erhu master Hu Dajia herself. Hu Dajia was addicted to wine and had not composed any music for more than ten years. However, after seeing this poem, she was silent for a few breaths and changed the original tune that had been passed down for hundreds of years. This change was completely unrecognizable, but even more moving. All the guests at Hongxiuzhao witnessed the beauty of this poem and music, and said that Hu Dajia is indeed still as skilled as ever.

Yan Xiaolou, the youngest daughter of the third wife of Yan Shidao, the current Privy Councilor, was also here. She came with Qin Bingzhong's grandsons Qin Chengye and Qin Ruoxue, because Qin Bingzhong said that Lantingji was boring and it would be better to listen to music here at Hongxiuzhao.

Yan Xiaolou wanted to go to Lantingji, but her brother Yan Xiwen was unwilling to take her. It was not because there was any conflict between the siblings, but simply because Yan Xiwen felt that Lantingji was a place where literati and scholars gathered, and it was not appropriate for a little girl like you to go there. Yan Xiaolou was already fourteen years old, and under the pressure of her brother's usual majesty, she had no choice but to come to Hongxiuzhao.

No one expected that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, there would appear poems and essays at the Lanting Gathering that could be included on the Thousand Stele Stone, and even be located in the first row of characters on the Thousand Stele Stone!

I think the Lantingji must have been a grand occasion cheered by thousands of people at that moment, and the person who wrote this poem must have been a shining star.

Yan Xiaolou felt a little lost. It would have been so wonderful if she could have witnessed that scene with her own eyes.

When the music of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" sounded in Hong Xiu Zhao and when Xue Feifei sang the lyrics slowly, Yan Xiaolou realized that this poem was indeed a masterpiece of all time!

So, who wrote this poem?

Could it be my brother?

There were countless talented scholars in the capital, and it is impossible to guess.

Until the last line, "May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together, even though we are thousands of miles apart," was sung, until the last note fell, until there was a silence of dozens of breaths, then Xu Yungui, the Junior Secretary of the Taichang Temple, who was sitting by the window on the left, asked, "Excuse me, young lady, do you know who wrote this poem?"

Before Xue Feifei could answer, Huqin Hu Dajia came out.

There was a smile on her face. Although she was thirty-six years old, her appearance was still beautiful, and even had a bit more grace and wealth.

She was obsessed with music for thirty years and was proficient in various musical instruments. The music she composed spread throughout the world and no one could match her. Therefore, people respected her as a master.

She hasn't composed music for several years, but tonight she is working on this poem again.

At this moment, she stood on the stage, looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "This poem was born in Linjiang, spread in Weiyang, and finally entered the palace, left on thousands of tablets and stones, and admired by all generations."

Born in Linjiang?

Pass it on to Weiyang?

So, this poem was born in Linjiang?

Xu Yungui frowned. He really didn't like Linjiang.

Qin Ruoxue's eyes lit up, and she suddenly tugged at her brother Qin Chengye's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Could it be him?"

Who is he? Yan Xiaolou looked at Qin Chengye curiously.

"How is that possible? That guy is in the lower village and I don't know if he has returned to Linjiang yet."

Mr. Hu on the stage paused and continued, "The author of this poem was praised by Mr. Qin as a close friend regardless of age. The fine wine he brewed is comparable to the fragrance of my Red Sleeves. He also wrote a book called A Dream of the Red Chamber!"

Qin Ruoxue opened her mouth in surprise. She looked at Qin Chengye, who looked confused, wondering how that boy could be so powerful?

Yan Xiaolou already knew who it was and was extremely happy.

Xu Yungui's brows were furrowed, but gradually they relaxed, and he drank a glass of wine alone.

"Now, he has composed a poem and sent it to Miss Dong Shulan of the Dong Mansion. Tonight, Miss Shulan presented this poem, and it was affirmed by five great scholars, who unanimously voted it the first of the thousand stone tablets. This poem is a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages. This person... is a rare talent among men."

"Next, Xue Feifei will sing the song 'In vain, I grimaced' for everyone."

The Hu family left, the music started again, and everyone looked at each other in surprise.

Especially Xu Yungui, he suddenly felt that all this was as if in a dream, so unreal.

My sister Yunqing has passed away ten years ago. Her son has grown up. Although he lives in Linjiang, his name has already spread to the capital.

What would he look like?

Will she be as beautiful as Yunqing?

If his father had not made that decisive move back then, would Yunqing have passed away at such a young age?

It is impossible to recover what has been done.

Looking back, it’s just a dream of the Red Mansion.

…

Mr. Hu was sitting at the stern of the boat, and there was no one here.

There were several offerings, burning incense and candles, and a brazier at the stern of the boat.

She lit a handful of paper money and put it into the basin, and the flames made her face red.

"Your son has grown up."

"In just a few months, you've become a completely different person. I know this is because of your protection."

"He's become successful and famous. He's written books and poems, all of which are masterpieces passed down through the ages. I just don't understand how that fellow, Mr. Fu, could have given birth to such an outstanding son. I've thought about it for a long time, and it's all because of you."

"Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Thinking back to the time when you wrote the lyrics and I composed the music, we produced so many classics. Since you left, I've rarely composed music anymore. Tonight I composed a piece for your son's lyrics, and I'm very satisfied. I'll burn it for you along with the lyrics. I think you'll be very satisfied too."

"The gate to Confucius Temple is about to collapse, but the date tree inside is growing beautifully. The dates are big and sweet, and they will be ripe in a few days. I can't climb up by myself, so I can only watch. It's a pity."

"I heard a piece of news. Your son seems to have fallen in love with Dong Shulan. Look, he's no different from his father. It wouldn't matter if your son took the imperial examination and became an official, but he's just like his father. He has the word 'official' in his name, but he has nothing to do with officialdom. It's another story about a landlord's son falling in love with a daughter of an official. If you could hear it, either stop him from thinking about it, or... send a dream to the girl. I guess we'll go the same way. Then elope."

"Okay, I haven't chatted with you for a long time. I'm happy today and I've been a little long-winded. Please don't be as angry as before."

After burning the paper money, Mr. Hu clapped his hands, picked up a bottle of wine and took two sips. It was Xishan Tianchun.

He sat on a chair at the stern, gazing at the moon in the sky, his expression gradually growing lonely, and whispered, "Yunqing, do you know how much I love you!"

"Ever since you left with that official Fu, I've lost my soul. I don't know what to do, and I don't know what I did. Why did you marry him? What's wrong with me?"