Vatti's flashing eyes fell on the parchment scroll, and his face was even more shady and unpredictable, making people unable to guess what exactly was recorded inside.&1t;/p>

After a long time, Vatti put down the parchment roll, put it in his clothes, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at everyone: "Sir, I traveled across the ocean, and indeed saw a different scenery, met other people, like us, living in the same world and in different corners."&1t;/p>

After learning that Su Xianyu was safe and sound, Mo Xuan's eyes turned red and tears suddenly fell. Everyone was excited by the news.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu is no exception. Taixu Zu and 6 Jingxiu both came from the South China Sea. There are indeed other people in the South China Sea.&1t;/p>

But for thousands of years, people outside the South China Sea have failed without exception. But why did Su Xianyu succeed when he went out to sea for the first time? Not only did he succeed, he also sent back a message.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu smelled an unusual smell from Vatti's face before.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu lowered his eyes, raised his glass and drank a sip of wine. On the other side, Vatti had already stood up and ordered to celebrate Su Xianyu's safe crossing the sea tonight, and to drink and stop drinking.&1t;/p>

Mo Xuan, who was already drunk, drank unconscious again.&1t;/p>

Just when Bai Shu felt bored, Li Yu suddenly came forward with a glass of wine and started to drink with Bai Shu. Only Luo Shilan whispered to comfort Bai Shu and asked Bai Shu to drink a few less glasses.&1t;/p>

After the banquet, Vatti suddenly asked Kongqi: "When will your fleet be out?"&1t;/p>

Kong Qi thought for a moment and replied: "It will be possible to set sail within three months, Yang Fan will be alive."&1t;/p>

Vatti asked in a deep voice: "Can it be faster?"&1t;/p>

Kong Qi hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "The fastest and fastest will take one and a half months."&1t;/p>

Vatti said in great enthusiasm: "Try to hurry up, I want to hear the good news from the South China Sea as soon as possible."&1t;/p>

Kong Qi saluted and replied respectfully: "Abide by your order, I will speed up the progress."&1t;/p>

Vatic nodded slightly and continued to drink again. Mo Xuan was half asleep and half awake, suddenly shaking and sat up, drank three more cups, and shouted loudly: "Tonight, I am looking at Wuyue in the hall. I miss my teacher from afar, but I still remember the south of the Yangtze River. The cold bow penetrated a hundred feet, and the night butterfly broke through the moon gate. When will I return to my hometown, the tears dry when the tears shine."&1t;/p>

After Mo Xuan finished reciting this poem, tears flowed all over his tears, and soon he fell asleep again, leaving only the people who were still savoring the artistic conception of this poem, and could not escape from the atmosphere in the poem for a long time.&1t;/p>

Vatti sighed and said, "Although my junior brother is addicted to alcohol on weekdays, his talent in his belly is more mellow than fine wine."&1t;/p>

Emperor Ji said, "No, I was worried that there would be no excellent works for this Mid-Autumn Festival this year. Isn't this year's Mid-Autumn Festival poems going on again?"&1t;/p>

Everyone agreed, and then carefully read the poems written by Mo Xuan, copied them and placed them on the table for everyone to appreciate.&1t;/p>

Amid the praises, a boy's voice suddenly came out. The sound was not loud, but because of the child's unique voice, he stood out in the Huaqing Palace.&1t;/p>

"The gentleman also understands poetry, but he is not inferior to Mr. Mo Xuan."&1t;/p>

Everyone's eyes followed the sound, and the person who spoke was Gongzi Futang.&1t;/p>

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Futang was not only not afraid, but was bold enough to look at everyone who looked like him.&1t;/p>

He is the son of Vatican. He has known since childhood that his status is noble and he is not afraid of heaven or earth. At this moment, facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Futang repeated again: "Sir's literary talent will not lose to anyone."&1t;/p>

Futang said, and looked at Bai Shu with bright eyes.&1t;/p>

So, for granted, Bai Shu once again became the target of public criticism.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu ignored everyone's questioning gaze. He looked at Futang gently, and his low-melt and slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Futang, you must know that not everyone likes to fight for it. If you have already got everything, then having it is more real than a false reputation."&1t;/p>

Bai Shu's eyes were gentle and continued, "You will be a person in power in the future. Do whatever you want. As long as you do the right thing, you don't have to care about the eyes and opinions of others."&1t;/p>

Fu Tang looked at Bai Shu and nodded after a while.&1t;/p>

This scene shocked everyone. He educated Vatican's son in front of Vatican. Except for the brave Bai Shu, no one dared to do this.&1t;/p>

Vatican had long been used to Bai Shu's words that were amazing. At this moment, he looked at Bai Shu happily and suddenly said, "No matter what, today is still a festival. Do you have the interest to sing the wind and the moon?"&1t;/p>

Bai Shu looked up at the bright moon in the sky. The night was dark and the bright moon was hanging high. It had already risen by the position of the moon gate and reached the middle of the sky.&1t;/p>

The breeze is intoxicating, with the fragrance of wine lingering beside Bai Shu's nose. Bai Shu's nose is a little itchy and his eyes are a little sour.&1t;/p>

"This moonlight is so white, like the moon in my house." Bai Shu said a strange thing to himself.&1t;/p>

He just remembered the same moonlight as he lay on Ling Wen'er's thigh in the thatched hut.&1t;/p>

People and things are easy to separate, and the moonlight also has bright and darkness, but from ancient times to the present, the world is still the same bright moon after all, so it is very likely that there are extremely similar moonlights.&1t;/p>

The moon in Bai Shu's house fell on Ling Wen'er's legs. The moon tonight was so white that it was as bright as the day, and it looked like the scene in Bai Shu's memory.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu left her seat and wandered in the Huaqing Hall, alone.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu lowered his head and smiled, "I don't miss my homesickness without seeing the bright moon. If you miss your homesickness, you will be heartbroken. Throughout history, no matter whether you are an ordinary person or a hero, you will never escape the shackles of the word "reunion."&1t;/p>

The moon above the land of China has always symbolized reunion and happiness. Only the ice wheel jade is so pure, which is better than all things in the world that shine with fluorescent light.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu sighed softly, his lonely expression was unique, as if he was in a world out of reach for everyone.&1t;/p>

Indeed, no one can understand Bai Shu's loneliness.&1t;/p>

"There is a word written by someone else, I'll read it to you." Bai Shu was immersed in loneliness for a long time and finally said this.&1t;/p>

Vatti asked, "Oh? Is it the word of a literary master of the times?"&1t;/p>

Bai Shu shook his head and said, "It's a word from his previous life. You haven't heard of it, I only know it."&1t;/p>

Vatician was very interested. He guessed that Bai Shu must have many secrets in his heart, not to mention that he knew countless people in his life, and had never seen anyone as unique as Bai Shu, which was unpredictable, but he had to pay attention to him in his heart and couldn't help but fall in love with him.&1t;/p>

"Let me recite it, if it is better than Mo Xuan's poem, you will be rewarded." Vatican's tone was already filled with expectations.&1t;/p>

But Bai Shu couldn't get any interest in the rewards mentioned by Emperor Hua. In terms of wealth, Bai Shu had a golden mountain like a rival country. Besides, the young master of Taixu Temple only needed Bai Shu nodded. Not to mention beauty, the beauties in the world could not beat Bai Shu with his fingers.&1t;/p>

But he doesn't want any of these, what else does he want?&1t;/p>

Bai Shu grabbed the wine glass from the table and sipped the wine regardless of his image. Bai Shu's silhouette and stubborn stubble against the moon finally had a bit of mature taste, completely removing the childishness of youth.&1t;/p>

I had a lot of things tonight, and Bai Shu drank a lot of fine wine. At this moment, he was already 70% or 80% drunk.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu knew in his heart that after drinking this glass of wine, he would leave the field to rest no matter what. He would never completely get drunk in front of others.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu's figure shook slightly, holding up the wine glass at Mingyue, as if he wanted to invite Mingyue to drink together. Even the fellow disciples of Taixu Temple had seen it for the first time.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu said loudly: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky with wine."&1t;/p>

These two sentences Bai Shu has already used the energy of the Dantian, and the sound is like a bell, and the high hall is full of sound.&1t;/p>

In Bai Shu's eyes, the silver-white clear moonlight in the sky had become erratic under his shaking pace.&1t;/p>

He lowered the wine glass, held it in front of him, and watched with drunken eyes. A bright moon floated slightly in the cup, Bai Shu was vaguely seeing the changes in the nebula in the sky, and another beautiful scene of fireworks.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu's second sentence, his voice immediately lowered: "I don't know what year it will be tonight in the palace in the sky?"&1t;/p>

Everyone gasped, and for a moment, they didn't even dare to breathe. They only felt that Bai Shu's opening two sentences were tight and loose, moving and still, and they realized the beauty of the rhythm of heaven and earth.&1t;/p>

People who understand poetry know that poetry values ​​artistic conception beauty the most. There is endless imagination space. After the artistic conception beauty, it is the rhythm beauty.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu moved to the wind, and his clothes were blown by the evening breeze, dyeing the cold air. He continued to recite: "I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade. The high place is cold, and I dance to play with the clear shadows, how can I be in the world?"&1t;/p>

Bai Shu recited the first two sentences very slowly, but at this moment he spit out the next few witty words, like the water of the river of heaven pouring out like a pillar. Every word is gem, hitting people's hearts bit by bit, and moving.&1t;/p>

Kong Qi sat among the crowd, taking a sip of wine while Bai Shu was chanting. In the past, Kong Qi never believed in the four words of a young hero, but after today, I was afraid that he would not believe it.&1t;/p>

He shook his wine glass and whispered to himself: "This year's Mid-Autumn Festival poems are indeed settled."&1t;/p>

Emperor Ji also said this sentence, but it is far less interesting than Kong Qi's words.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu turned around, his back to the bright moon, his eyes were desolate again, and his voice became cold and thin: "Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining in sleeplessness."&1t;/p>

Bai Shu's eyes swept across everyone, and everyone felt a little like they were seen through by Bai Shu, because everyone had nights that couldn't sleep. It was not clear to outsiders, but they only knew it in their hearts.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu withdrew his gaze, looked at his shadow, and whispered: "There should be no hatred, why should we be farewell?"&1t;/p>

This sentence, Kong Qi already felt numb from his scalp. He had a premonition. Bai Shu's next sentence said that he would not need to write any more words in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the future.&1t;/p>

Bai Shu did not disappoint Kong Qi, because the next sentence was: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away."&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!