At this moment, the poetry meeting had begun in Guo’s mansion, so all the scholars and scholars who attended the banquet were ready to show their strength.

The people here are either young masters of aristocratic families, daughters of everyone, or talented people. Therefore, people seem a little restrained, not only to express themselves, but also not to be the bird of success or stepping stone.

Because, since it is a poetry meeting, it is naturally based on poetry to judge the level, but no one is willing to go forward and start the first, because keeping the last one is the best.

"This poetry meeting was held by a little girl, and it naturally started with a little girl." Guo Jiayi looked around after she announced the poetry meeting, and after seeing no one started, she took the lead.

After all, it was a poetry meeting held by oneself, so I had to be responsible.

"Ms. Guo's poems have always been a masterpiece in Jiangnan. I didn't expect that it would be a blessing to hear Miss Qingya's poems at the beginning of this poetry meeting today." A yellow-clad Confucian scholar said to Gu Qingya, complimenting his words, but his expression was neither arrogant nor arrogant, and his graceful demeanor.

Guo Jiayi looked at him carefully, but when he saw his face change, he couldn't help but nod in his heart, and then looked around the rest of the people in Jiangnan, among which the three of them stopped their eyes slightly.

A handsome young man in green was staring at the wine glass in front of him at this moment, with only that glass of wine in his eyes.

A plain white-faced scholar was whispering to a beautiful woman beside him.

The last one was Yu Xian. At this moment, he looked at her with extremely anticipated eyes, his eyes shining brightly, looking forward to Guo Jiayi's poem.

In addition, there are some fanaticisms. It is rumored that Yu Xian is a eccentric poet and is crazy about poetry. As expected.

"I saw the moon like the river city in the west building, and my love was leaning on the barriers." Guo Jiayi thought for a moment and spoke, and this opening raised everyone's spirits.

I saw her get up gently and recite poems.

"?The love of thousands of miles is as bright as that of a bright future, and the day of the year is the clearest."

Guo Jiayi's voice sounds nice, as gentle and charming as a lark, but this lark seems to be frightened because the osmanthus fell from the sky: "I was shocked that the osmanthus fell from the sky, but I was slightly surprised to see the reed flowers bring Xueping."

When Guo Jiayi recited the poem, a mysterious and unpredictable force flowed faintly between the crowd, which was the manifestation of the Confucian poetry and literary spirit.

Everyone sat upright, letting the poetic artistic conception be shrouded in the poetic and quietly feeling the poetic and painting. It should be under the west building, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and feeling in their hearts.

Then I thought about the moon sharing the world, and sighed at the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The young man in green turned his gaze away from the delicate wine glass and placed it on Guo Jiayi, his gaze as if it were torched.

The same is true for the scholar in plain clothes. He no longer talks to the woman beside him and savors it carefully.

Yu Xian's eyes shining brightly, staring at Gu Qingya straight, muttering to himself: "There is the next article, and the next article..."

Seeing everyone's expressions change, Guo Jiayi nodded and said again: "I was shocked that Guizi fell from the sky, but I slightly misled the reed flowers to bring Xueping."

She stepped lightly, like the fairy of Lingbo, and the silk stockings were dusty. She took a few steps forward before looking at the sky and facing the moon, and said, "I know that the jade man saw him when he was in the water. He was pitiful and glorious."

Although the poem has been read, it has been heard in people's hearts and has lasted forever.

Some people looked ugly. They did not expect that Miss Guo’s poems were so amazing. It seemed that it was not that Guanghan Guizi was shocked today, but that they might have been shocked.

"It's so outstanding at the beginning, what should I do?" Someone clenched his fists and secretly regretted, why didn't he take the lead in writing poetry?

Still thinking about staying until the last hit?

It's really shooting yourself in the foot!

Guo Jiayi and Yingying walked back to her seat and sat down slowly. She waited for a while before speaking again.

"The little girl has finished her poems, it's time for you."

Everyone looked at each other, some blushed and at a loss, some continued to drink tea without saying a word, some laughed but didn't say anything, some looked round and eager to try...

There were thirty-eight people in each pavilion and one floor, but none of them dared to stand up.

Could it be that this poetry meeting was really held by Guo Jiayi alone?!

Guo Jiayi looked at the people silently, feeling a little disappointed and disappointed. She knew that after she practiced with the Lord Li Sect, she had surpassed most of her peers, except for those who were unwilling to speak now.

However, this poetry meeting must also invite them to come.

Because, this poetry meeting is too small to hold.

The most important thing is that the mysterious worshiper in the family said that the young master named Yu Xian was a rare talent.

She was moved and looked at Yu Xian, and found that he was staring at his eyes blankly, motionless, like a salted fish, causing two women beside him to chuckle.

Guo Jiayi seemed to have thought of something, her eyes turned, and then she said to everyone with a stronger tone: "Can you really hold today's poetry meeting for the little girl alone?"

"Ms. Guo misunderstood. It's not that meaning. It's really because Miss Guo's poetry is too high. If I write poetry, it's a joke!" The man in yellow just now said with a bitter smile, shaking his head, and his tone was real, but I don't know if it was the real idea.

"Yes, yes, Miss Guo's poetry stands like a mountain, and we can only look up to it."

"I am worthy of being a disciple of Lord Li Zong, and I am really amazing."

...

Everyone also agreed with the man in yellow. For a moment, all kinds of praise were overwhelming. They really read the scriptures, learned five cars, and praised people as fresh and refined.

Guo Jiayi's face was rosy and smiling, which made people think she was happy because of everyone's praise, but in fact she felt nothing in her heart.

It’s just because Lord Li Zong said: If you are praised by others, you should return it with a smile!

"Everyone has praised me. The little girl is self-aware. I really feel sorry for these praises. In fact, there are many people who are more talented than the little girl in this regard."

"For example, Mr. Lin, Mr. Duan, Mr. Wang, and..." Guo Jiayi suddenly looked around everyone, and looked at the man in yellow, the boy in blue, and the scholar in plain clothes stopped for a moment, and finally said mysteriously, catching everyone's curiosity.

You should know that these three are recognized talents in Hangzhou City. Lin Xichao, Duan Wuya, and Wang Hua, all of whom are at the age of 16, are at the first level of Hangzhou youth.

"What kind of person is better?"

Lin Xichao, who was in yellow, was in a state of interest. Who could have such a poetic talent that could be comparable to himself and Lao Duan and Wang?

Duan Wuya's green robe, and in a casual manner, poured himself another glass of wine and drank silently. No one saw the glory that flashed through his eyes.

Wang Hua took the wine glass of the woman beside him, but did not drink it immediately, but kept holding it, as if waiting for Guo Jiayi to unveil it.

And the rest of the people looked sideways, held their ears and listened carefully.

Bang!

Someone slapped the table, and the wine glass fell to the ground and broke into residue.

Then there was a scream of exclamation.
Chapter completed!