Shanglinzhou is hundreds of meters away from the river bank, and there are several tower ships connected to it at this moment.
The island is a typical Jiangnan garden-style building with pavilions, terraces, small terraces and corridors, rockery and small bridges and flowing water everywhere.
Simple, elegant and very refined.
The lights on the island have already been lit. Standing on the highest observatory in the center and looking around, it seems as if stars are inlaid here.
On the fifth floor of the Stargazing Pavilion, Prince Yu Anfu was drinking tea and chatting with Old Qin, Old Master Li, and Mr. Tian.
This is the highest point of the Observatory, a huge floor that can accommodate thousands of people for gatherings, but there are only a few people here, making it seem a bit deserted. However, Prince Xian said that lively things should be left to young people. They would feel restrained if we went there. If they have good poems, they will naturally present them.
Naturally, the three Qin elders wouldn't mind, and instead they were left alone in peace.
On the fourth floor of the Observatory, it was much more lively.
Prince Yu Hongyi, as one of the masters of Shanglinzhou, is hosting a banquet here.
Yu Hongyi and Yu Wenyun sat at the top, with hundreds of tables below them and a huge stage in the middle.
The bowls and cups on the table had been cleared away, replaced with fruits, vegetables, snacks, and drinks. Groups of three or five gathered around, drinking tea and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere. Many students leaned against the railings, gazing into the distance, pondering the poems still unformed in their minds.
Next came the highlight of the night banquet, the Shanglin Poetry Festival.
If you can write a good poem here, you will become famous. If you can catch the eye of Prince Xian, you may even get a handsome reward.
Yu Wenjun looked at Yu Hongyi, who smiled bitterly.
"I really gave the invitation to his father, and his father must have given it to him as well."
"What if I don't give it to you?"
"That's impossible. You don't know what Mr. Fu's greatest wish in life is. He just wants his son to have some literary talent. Now that his son has that talent, he certainly hopes he can become famous. This is where fame comes from. How could Mr. Fu miss this opportunity?"
Yu Wenjun frowned, "So... this person doesn't want to come?"
"Or perhaps the rumors are true. Fu Xiaoguan... is just a facade. Those lyrics were written by someone else, so he doesn't dare to come."
Yu Wenjun's frown deepened. "Shulan wouldn't lie to me. Shulan is such a smart person, there's no way she would be fooled by that brat."
"In any case, since he didn't come, should we hold this poetry reading or not?"
Yu Wenjun gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and waved his long sleeves: "Open!"
Yu Hongyi stood up helplessly, walked towards the center stage, and stood proudly, "Everyone, this prince now announces that the Shanglin Poetry Festival begins now!"
There was thunderous applause and the crowd was excited. Yu Hongyi walked towards Yu Wenyun with a smile on his face.
Then the emcee came on stage.
"There are wine, fruits, and vegetables on the tables, please help yourself. Tonight we've invited Miss Fan Duo'er from Yihong Tower and Miss Bai Qiu from Qunfang Tower to entertain us. Now, please invite Miss Fan Duo to play the recently popular song "Wang Jiangnan" for everyone!"
Fan Duoer appeared on stage in a gorgeous dress, playing the piano with her delicate hands. As the prelude sounded, the place suddenly became quiet.
As soon as her voice opened, it sounded like the sound of nature, and this song that everyone was already familiar with was sung again.
A student was listening attentively, and suddenly he understood something, so he walked quickly to the desk.
He picked up his brush and wrote a poem.
Reading it carefully again, it seems to be no less than the poem Wang Jiangnan, because he also wrote Wang Jiangnan, the full name of which is: Wang Jiangnan. Shanglinji, signed by Li Shunfeng.
A maid took the paper and handed it to Yu Wenyun.
Yu Wenjun looked at it and said nothing.
Then many students started to move. They went to the desks and started writing. They handed their masterpieces to the maids and presented them to Yu Wenjun.
The three talented men of Linjiang are also leaning against the building and wishing for their future.
Liu Jingxing suddenly smiled and said, "I admire that guy now. He actually didn't even give the Prince's Mansion face... I remember when I went to the Fu Mansion to invite him, he refused, and I was angry for two days."
"Such a grand event only happens twice a year, except for the Mid-Autumn Festival in August. Yet he didn't come. This shows that Fu Xiaoguan really doesn't dare to come." Tang Shuyu felt that he had seen through that person and didn't want to mention it anymore. He asked again, "Brother Jingxing, do you have any good works?"
"I'll think about it for a while."
"Where's Brother Yunqi?"
Yu Yunqi looked at the starry sky and thought for a moment, "It's not mature yet."
"You two brothers are too modest, so I won't be polite."
"Brother Tang, please."
Tang Shuyu walked to the desk, remained silent for three breaths, picked up the pen, and put it down.
"Qing Ping Le. Night in the Forest"
“The breeze never stops, but it untangles the flowers and trees.
In the drunken state, the shadow shines silver, and the magpie bridge and the waning moon are on the starry road.
The fishing boats are slow to move, and the sounds of the fairy palace in the Jade Sky fade away.
There were faint whispers, but the sky was already blue and the clouds were light."
——A metaphor from Tang Shu.
He handed the poem to the maid and returned to the fence. Liu Jingxing asked, "Is it finished?"
Tang Shuyu smiled and nodded.
"Then I'll go too."
"Um."
Yu Yunqi thought about it and walked towards the desk.
Tang Shuyu turned around, leaned his back against the fence, and saw that someone had replaced someone on the stage.
That is Miss Bai Qiu from Qunfang Tower.
What she was singing at the moment was another poem written by Fu Xiaoguan: Nan Ge Zi. You Shang.
Tang Shuyu watched with great interest, thinking about the lively scene in Shibali Lane today, and suddenly wanted to have two more drinks.
He walked to a counter and took out a bottle of wine, which was Yu Fu Ji's Xiangquan.
He poured a cup, brought it to the fence, leaned against the fence and took a sip. When Bai Qiu finished singing the Southern Song, Liu Jingxing and Yu Yunqi came over.
"Done?"
The two nodded.
"Actually, I wish Fu Xiaoguan was really talented. Listen to these two songs, his attainments are indeed very high. What a pity."
"He didn't dare come after all... This is the third time, so he is very smart."
"I admit he's very smart, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people rushing to buy this astronomically priced wine."
Yu Yunqi laughed, "I also grabbed two bottles, but I haven't been willing to drink them yet. Let's get together someday when we have free time."
"That's great, of course!" Liu Jingxing and the other two said with a smile.
"What's going on over there?" Tang Shuyu pointed towards the door on the fourth floor.
Yu Yunqi and Liu Jingxing looked over...
Chunxiu was very nervous.
She followed a guard and walked up step by step.
The guard whispered something to a maid at the fourth floor door. The maid seemed a little surprised and said a name: "Fu Xiaoguan?"
The maid's voice was a bit loud, and Bai Qiu had just finished singing on the stage, so some people here naturally heard it.
"Fu Xiaoguan? He's here?"
The sound spread, and Liu Jingxing and the other two also heard it.
"Where are the people?"
"No."
"What's going on again?"
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