"Jiaorong, you sit here first, I'll go out and take care of the guests."

The two entered the bridal chamber. Zhang Yutang led Xu Jiaorong to sit on the bed, then turned around and walked out.

There was a lot of commotion in the Holy Master's house, and guests were exchanging cups and cups.

Before you know it, it's getting late, and a moon is shining brightly in the sky.

Zhang Yutang came out, first sat with Mr. Peng Pu, Wang Zelong and Ouyang, gave the three of them drinks, and walked out happily.

"The Holy Master is here."

"The Holy Master is here."

"The Holy Master is here."

The courtyard and the hall were filled with banquets. After seeing Zhang Yutang come out, the scholars at the table stood up one after another and looked at Zhang Yutang who was standing near the beautiful tree, their eyes full of admiration.

"The Holy Master has not written any good poems for many years. On such a happy day, I would like to ask the Holy Master to write a poem for us. Let's all agree on it."

Everyone responded loudly:

"good."

On the wedding day, Zhang Yutang was also very happy. Taking advantage of the drunkenness, he did not refuse or make any pretense:

"Okay then, I'll show my shame."

Holding a wine glass in one hand, while walking slowly, a long poem blurted out:

"The scenery of Zimo is beautiful, and the embroidered pavilion is fragrant."

The two sentences of "Zi Mo" start with "Welcome the bride". The wonderful thing is that it is not revealed, and immediately:

"On a full-moon night, the prime minister congratulates the bridegroom early in the morning. He started from his youthful thoughts, and to cherish his tenderness, he has been wishing to become a couple for a long time. This evening in Feile, we learned that Yan returned to Liang. Asked for wine, welcomed the immortal guest, and got drunk.

Red makeup. Tell your heartfelt feelings, these good words are unforgettable. I hope that in the thousands of years of life, we will be reunited with each other for thousands of years, and our love will last forever. I wish you a happy trip to your Changchun home, and the garden is full of orchids."

The lyrics are completed in one go, painting a wonderful picture:

The scenery on the main road of Qiantang is perfect; in the girl's boudoir, the fragrance of robes floats. As for how the man plays and plays to welcome the bride, how the bride shyly but excitedly puts on the exquisite wedding dress.

The moon is full in the sky and there are two people on the ground. It is truly a beautiful time, a joy to the eyes, and infinite joy and happiness.

A long poem was recited, and the whole place was silent.

After a while, there was a roar of cheers like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. Many students looked for pens and ink, recorded it, and took it back to ponder it carefully.
Chapter completed!