Three Kingdoms: I ran for my life all the way, but was forced to become the master of this world!

In turmoil at the end of the Han Dynasty, the north was stronger than the south. Therefore, many scribes took refuge in the south in the early days, making the southern style better than the north.

After Cao Cao unified the north, due to the advocacy of Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and Cao Zhi's father and son, and the efforts of Sun Rong, Chen Lin and others, the northern literary style gradually flourished, allowing many scribes to return to the north.

However, the southern literary style is still prosperous. The scribes often gathered together, wrote poems, and drank and talked.

Mingyue Tower is where Jiangdong literati often gather. Every fifteenth, when the bright moon is empty, the green bricks and tiles on the upper floor shine with golden light, hence the name "Bright Moon Tower".

When Liu Jun and Wang Xuan, accompanied by Liu Hu, Huang Zhong, and a group of guards, arrived in front of the Mingyue Tower, many literati and some officials were greeting.

Liu Jun only knew Gu Yong, but everyone else took the initiative to introduce themselves.

"Liu Zhou Mu, in Xia Nai Poyang Tai Shou Bu Qi, welcome Liu Zhou Mu to come!" "

It turned out to be Bu Zi Shan, a famous name for a long time!"

And Buqi is both civil and martial, and will be the head of the Jiangdong group of ministers in the future, so many scribes want to make friends with him.

"In Xiawu County, Zhang Wen, heard Liu Zhoumu and Zhang Shizhong's question and answer about heaven, and he was very admired, so he came to ask for advice. Although Zhang Wen said that he was asking for advice, there was a hint of arrogance in his attitude.

"In Xiapengcheng Yan Qi

..." "In Xiawu County and Yan..." "In Xia

Beihai Sun Shao

..." "In Xiaguangling Xu Biao..."

"Lucky meeting, lucky meeting..." Liu Jun handed over to everyone one by one.

There are many talents in Jiangdong, these people are still white, if they were in Jingzhou, Liu Jun would have been reused long ago.

Everyone knew that his father Liu Biao valued martial arts over martial arts, but Liu Wei found that as a result, he was not left as a martial general, and there were few Wen Chen, and it seemed that he would have to work hard to cultivate in the future.

The owner of Mingyue Building had already prepared everything, and the tables were neatly placed in the hall, with pen and ink and brocade on them. Such a grand scene, Cai Hou paper must be too low-grade.

Next to each table was a woman, all of whom looked extraordinary. There is also a woman in the front, dressed in white, who is stroking the piano. It is "High Mountains and Flowing Water" written by Boya, who is known as the Qin Immortal in Spring and Autumn.

The melodious sound of the piano is like gurgling water, which makes people think a lot.

Everyone sat still, but still enjoying the sound of the piano. Until the final note of the song was set, everyone seemed to reminisce and kept praising it.

"I heard that Liu Zhoumu also understands musical rhythm, but I don't know how I feel after listening to this song by the Mingyue girl!" After praising it, Zhang Wen said to Liu Jun.

"Brother Huiru, Liu Zhou Mu is a martial artist, how can you comment on music!

"Mancai, this is a bad word!" Sun Shao waved his hand at Yan Qi, "People say that Liu Zhou Muwen and Wuquan are both complete, how can they not understand the rhythm of music." Moreover, how can anyone who comes to Mingyue Tower have no literary brilliance and do not understand the rhythm of music?" Liu

Jun listened to this, looked at Buqi and Gu Yong, and saw that these two had smiles on their faces. Looking at Wang Xuan again, Wang Xuan's face was full of anger, but he also looked helpless. Liu Li immediately understood that tonight's poetry meeting was aimed at him, wanting to see him laugh and make him ugly.

It seems that Cao Pi's statement that the ancient literati are light on each other is very reasonable.

However, Liu Jian is not worried at all, if he wants to talk about poetry, even if these people add up, it is not enough for him to play!"

This song should only be heard in the sky, and it should be heard several times on earth. When Liu Jun heard that everyone had finished speaking, he slowly changed this quaint sentence of the poem Saint Du Fu by a few words and chanted it.

Suddenly, all the voices in the audience stopped abruptly.

The Mingyue girl who stroked the qin looked at Liu Qin even more surprised, her eyes full of affection.

"The sound of the Mingyue girl's piano really matches the master's poem!" Wang Xuan immediately wrote down this poem, "Tonight's poetry meeting, this poem will be rewarded!"

Even Buqiao and Gu Yong couldn't help shaking their heads, they believed that everyone present could not make a poem of this level.

It seems plain as words, but the words are beautiful.

How could Liu Jun be so elegant, they didn't understand.

"Liu Zhoumu's poems are indeed incomparable, it's just... It's just that Esther is mainly based on five words!" Although Ji Yan retorted, his tone seemed very weak.

He is also a person who likes poetry, to say it from the heart, Liu Jun's poem, he is very impressed. He felt that there were no flaws at all. But he has a task today, I have to say.

"Zi Xiu's words are reasonable..." Zhang Wen hurriedly echoed.

"It's really lonely and unheard!" Wang Xuan was furious, "You still call yourselves Jiangdong talents, don't you hear that Cao Pi has created a seven-word poem in Xudu, and made a poem called "Yan Ge Xing", which was highly respected by Kong Rong, Chen Lin, Xu Gan and others, and many scholars began to write seven words, how can it not be considered an elegant poem!"

But this is Jiangdong, and the seven-word poem must still only be in the north

..." "Ha..." Liu Jun smiled, "Since everyone thinks that the five-word poem is an elegant poem, then we will make an elegant poem tonight!"

"Gentlemen, Cao Mengde has a poetic cloud: to wine as a song, the geometry of life, tonight when the moon is empty, and there is fine wine, how about we make a poem on the theme of the moon and wine?"

"Good!" "

Good!" everyone

agreed.

The woman next to her quickly filled the wine and handed it to the scribes with both hands.

Tonight's poetry meeting in Mingyue Lou, many people are paying attention.

Wuhou Mansion, Sun Quan watched the moon while listening to his wife's step trainer play the piano. At this time, a letter came from an entourage.

Sun Quan opened it and watched carefully.

"It's really a good poem! The sound of the bright moon and the piano is one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. I can't imagine that Liu Chengguang is so talented!" Sun Quan repeated several times, "Tonight, I am afraid that this poem will win the first prize."

"Lord, not yet!"

"Is there still a good poem?" "

No, they agreed to use five words of poetry as the subject, with the moon and wine as the subject. Liu Zhoumu said that if he only made one poem, he would overwhelm all the people. Wu County Zhang Wen was not convinced, and made a bet with Liu Zhoumu, whoever loses, who will never write poetry in the future!"

But with the theme of moon and wine, Zhang Wen will definitely win!

"""Lord, this is also Bu Taishou wants to fight for our Jiangdong scribes, in the past, Xiangyang's literary style was better than our Jiangdong

!" "

It's a pity that this Liu Chengguang can't make poetry in the future!"

Sun Quan's tone contained a trace of regret.

Ganlu Temple, Mrs. Wu's room.

"Old lady, young lady, Liu Zhou Mu has made a poem!" suddenly a maid ran in.

"He is a martial artist, he is rude, what poetry can he make!" said Sun Shangxiang with great disdain.