Wen Jie saw that he was embarrassed, and he was angry, and muttered: "I said, why are you full of evil thoughts? Besides, there is no such thing as your crooked intestines, you are living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." ”

Everyone was surprised and a little ashamed, but they all thought in their hearts that if Wen Jie had just said that, no one would have misunderstood anything, and besides, they couldn't say it. But I can't say it, after all, he's just a weak-crowned teenager.

Wen Jie has always been a kind person and rarely gets angry, everyone knows that he is sincere in defending the situation, and they all hurry to stop it, and no one dares to add fuel to the fire anymore. But what Wen Jie said was to put everyone into the net, and Yun Sisi was the first to bear the brunt.

"Brother, everyone is joking, no one makes fun of Brother Guo, don't think about it. Zhou Wenbin hurriedly comforted his brother. He knew that Wen Jie was easy not to get angry, and he really provoked his father to give him three points.

"Wen Jie. And he hurriedly pulled him to sit down. He was worried that he would ruin everyone's interest, and as for making fun of something, he really didn't care.

He also knew that Pomegranate had been planning for a long time in Fang Cai's conversation, and it was deliberately teasing him, and once there was a loophole in his words, he would seize it.

"Wenbin, hurry up and make poems, the table, pen and inkstone are ready. Yun Sisi was not angry with Wenjie.

The two families have been friends for a long time, and she and the two brothers have played together since childhood, but after the age of fifteen, the time when they are together has gradually decreased.

After all, no one is interested in laughing anymore.

"Okay," Zhou Wenbin stood up, holding the teacup in his hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, as the saying goes: we literati gatherings must not be without poetry." ”

"Well, it's vulgar enough. This elegance has become a cliché. Wenbin, let's change something else, okay? Wen Zhengchen also smiled.

"Then what do you say we should change, make a fuss?"

Let's think about it, there is really nothing to do except make poems, make an article, a topic, how can it take an hour or two to write well, like Li Bai and Su Dongpo, who rely on Ma Wanyan, write immediately, and don't add a little bit of talent, but it happens once in a century. Only a poem can be made in a short time, and of course, it is not easy to do it well.

"Let's make poetry. Wen Zhengchen shook his head and said helplessly.

Don't talk about the talents, even if they raise people to do pen meetings, they are also making poems, without him. It not only takes time to make an article, but also takes brainpower, and if you look up any classics or something, Yaxing will run away.

Of course, in the examination room, it is not allowed to bring in any books, it all depends on the candidate's memory and deduction ability, and the time is short, so there are very few good essays for the exam.

Even if Su Dongpo's "On Punishment and Reward" was praised as a masterpiece, it was still a big step behind his Chibi Fu and other articles.

At that moment, Wen Bin came up with the title of the poem and limited what rhyme to use, and everyone came to the other side of the pavilion, where there was a table with several pairs of inkstones on it.

Everyone stood in front of the table and conceived a poem, and whoever had it in mind could write it on the table, and it would be finished.

Besides, I didn't participate, because Wen Jie was still puffing up here. Yun Sisi and Nan Qiaoyun coaxed him for a long time, and Wen Jie was still angry.

He thought that he would be mocked by these people on the first day he came to his house, and he felt sorry in his heart, but in fact he didn't care at all.

Pomegranate said hatefully to the situation, "It's all your fault!"

Besides, he honestly confessed: "It's my fault, it's my fault, if I admit it at the time, I really want to kidnap you." ”

Several people burst into laughter, and even Wen Jie, who had been keeping his face tight, burst out laughing. provoked everyone to turn their heads to look here, if they weren't thinking about the verses, they would have to run over to inquire about what was the excitement.

Pomegranate pointed at the situation and said with a smile: "You are still teasing me, maybe there will be some mess in a while." ”

"Where there will be any chaos, we are brothers and sisters in the same family, and it is a family affair to make trouble. ”

"You...... The more you talk about this, the more unpleasant it becomes, Sister Sisi, you come to comment on this reason. Pomegranate couldn't cry or laugh, thinking, I really can't deal with this kid?

"I won't get involved in your business. Yun Sisi pursed her lips and smiled.

"Sister Sisi, Sister Pomegranate, what I said just now really didn't mean you, but those who coaxed people are the most annoying to those people's morality. Wen Jie whispered.

"We know that it is not good to hear it again. Yun Sisi touched Wen Jie's head and admonished.

At this time, someone had already preemptively made a poem, and it was Shen Bo, who had been holding back his strength and had nowhere to go.

According to the rules, after each poem is completed, it must be circulated to everyone present for appreciation, first by the scholars in the other room, and then by the girl ring holding the paper scroll and transmitting it.

Shen Bo wanted to establish a good impression on the beauties present, whoever took the bait would be close to whomever he could.

Besides, after reading it, he handed it to the pomegranate with a flat face, and the poem was bland, and there were mistakes in the rhyme used, and he made a mistake in a hurry and wrote a typony.

After taking it, Pomegranate said that he didn't understand poetry, so he handed it to Wen Jie, but Wen Jie was angry, Yun Sisi had to take it, and after reading it, he also handed it to Yahuan without saying a word and took it back.

When Shen Bo saw the situation of these people, he knew that he had messed up, and he wanted to be quick and amazing, so it was better to seek stability, brew for a while, and come up with a few decent sentences. I couldn't help but be depressed, and the smugness on my face was swept away.

"It's still Brother Shen's quick thinking, and I'm ashamed of myself. Since no one opened his mouth to praise him, Zhou Wenbin, as the host, had to reluctantly make a perfunctory sentence.

"Slow work produces meticulous work, and poetry is not beautiful with fast. Wen Zhengchen poured a basin of cold water on his head.

"Then I'll wait to appreciate Brother Zhengchen's meticulous work. Shen Bo sneered.

Wen Zhengchen ignored him and just lowered his head to conceive. He had already thought of the verses, but he refused to put pen to paper, and only thought about them repeatedly in his heart.

Wen Zhengchen didn't want to win the favor of any beauty, but secretly wanted to compete with Zhou Wenbin.

It's just that he can't compare to Wen Zhengming, but he has been suppressed by Zhou Wenbin recently, and he is not convinced.

The relationship between the two is good enough, but in the article, they must compare, and no one is willing to bow their heads and give in. Among the literati, this is a very common thing. If you don't compete, how can you make progress?

Zhou Wenbin had already brewed it, but he had to take care of everyone's speed, so it was inconvenient to do it first, so he had to meditate.

After another cup of tea, some people made poems one after another, and everyone also circulated them, even if they didn't see anything good, they all praised a few words.

Besides, I read them one by one, and concluded that these people hardly read other books on weekdays except for the ink scrolls for the exam.

Too many scriptures are quoted in the verses, and hanging the book bag is a big drawback, but not using the classics at all is also a disease, unless you really reach the realm of Li Bai Dufu, the export is a hand-me-down.

These people basically don't use the classics, not to avoid drawbacks, but they don't read the scriptures at all, and they don't know how to use the classics, and the fun of using the classics is impossible to talk about.

Poems have the practice of poetry, articles have the way of writing articles, and there are eight strands and eight strands.

More than half of the poems will be made, almost all of the poems are sticking to the beginning and turning of the eight-strand text, the first couplet, also known as breaking the topic, the neck couplet is the inheritance, that is, the meaning of the upper and lower links, the third couplet is the turn, to turn the meaning to the central focus, the tail couplet is of course the combination, that is, the conclusion.

However, the beginning and end of poetry are very different from the eight strands, these people do not make poems at all, but use the form of poems to make eight strands. The gap is huge.

It seems that there is no problem with mediocrity, and the rhyme is also in accordance with the rules, and there is no rhyme, but the text is as plain as water, not to mention any artistic conception, and the poems are boring. A flat word is enough to sum it up.

After finishing the poem, a group of people respond to each other and echo each other, which is nothing more than saying that this person's poem is good at breaking the topic, that person's third couplet is powerful, and someone's tail couplet is not leaking, the artistic conception is far-reaching, and there are endless words and meanings, etc.

Besides, if he is in the fog, he is not good at poetry, he prefers to write articles, not Bagu, but the style of the Tang and Song dynasties. But sometimes when the interest comes up, I can write a few songs, but then they are all burned and I dare not show them.

Even so, he can't look down on the poems made by these people, what are they, none of them can be remembered.

"I've seen their level. Not much better than me. Wen Jie understood what he was thinking and whispered.

Besides, he also understood this matter, and said with a smile: "Actually, this kind of party is just to join in the fun, and making poetry is just a name." You can't say that you often get together and drink or something. ”

In the end, only Zhou Wenbin and Wen Zhengchen were left, and the two came to the table almost at the same time, Zhou Wenbin smiled at Wen Zhengchen: "You invite first." ”

"You'd better go first. Wen Zhengchen also smiled and gave in.

A scholar said loudly: "This is not a game of Go, what do you two let me?"

"That's right, let's do it at the same time. Zhou Wenbin also smiled.

The two of them held the pen in their hands at the same time, and there was already a ring to unfold and press the rice paper. The two of them walked the dragon and snake, and the momentum was hearty, and they wrote a seven-character quatrain almost at the same time.

Everyone gathered around the past, divided into two groups to watch, and the praise was everywhere, and when you heard the voice, you knew that it was from the heart, unlike before, they were all practicing each other's lip service.

Besides, the first thing I got in my hand was Wen Zhengchen's poem, and I quickly browsed it, but praised it: "Good words." ”

Pomegranate couldn't help but laugh and said: "People let you comment on poetry, what words do you praise? ”

Wen Zhengchen was also stunned, thinking that he deliberately praised his words, deliberately despising his poems.

Besides, he smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, my little brother made an old mistake, and he didn't care about the content after reading the good words." ”

When he said this, Wen Zhengchen became happy again, and he said to Zhou Wenbin: "What's the matter, even if poetry can't compare to you, calligraphy is always better than you." ”

Zhou Wenbin said with a smile: "Not to mention, calligraphy, I can't reach it." Your poems are better than mine. ”

The second half of the sentence is false. Wen Zhengchen said with a smile.

Wen Zhengchen knew that he was mostly famous in calligraphy and painting, but he didn't expect his calligraphy to enter his eyes, and he was very proud in his heart.

Wen Zhengchen is not famous for calligraphy, but his words still make his eyes shine, although he is worse than Wen Zhengming, but in the entire Suzhou City, how many can compare with Wen Zhengming?

He knew that the Wen family had been working on calligraphy and seal carving for generations, and that painting was slightly worse, unlike Tang Bohu, where painting was better than words, and words were better than poetry.

It is said that this art can only be practiced hard, and it is impossible to acquire it through heredity, but he did see some people who could write excellent calligraphy without strict training, even close to the level of great calligraphers.

He no longer pondered the question of genetics, but concentrated on appreciating the verses, although the realm of the whole poem is still limited, but the third couplet is particularly tasteful, and he immediately recites this couplet, full of praise.

The people around didn't think it was anything good when they saw it, and when they heard him chant aloud, they really felt that the rhythm was long, so they echoed and applauded.

Wen Zhengchen was even more proud, and said with a smile: "Actually, this is just this one, and everything else can be removed." ”

Besides, I recognized this in my heart, maybe the time was too tight, otherwise Wen Zhengchen would definitely be able to do a better job.

"How about you judge me again?"

When Yahuan handed his poems to him, Zhou Wenbin said with a smile, and he had secretly praised this son in his heart for his unique vision, and it seemed that he not only knew calligraphy and painting, but also had insight into poetry and writing. I can't help but be full of anticipation.

Besides, after reading it once, and watching it again, he couldn't help but gasp, Zhou Wenbin really learned as he expected, and he was obviously a cut above himself.

"Brother Wenbin's poem is the work of today's poetry club, although Brother Zhengchen's couplet has a divine pen, but on the whole, it is not as good as Brother Wenbin. I wonder if you think so?"

He looked around and asked inquiringly, lest anyone think he was a sycophant.

"Of course, after reading Wen Bin's first sentence, I knew that I lost today. Wen Zhengchen said sincerely,

Everyone nodded yes, Zhou Wenbin has always been the best among them, and it is normal for poetry to win laurels.

"Everyone is just learning from each other, how can we win or lose. By the way, besides, we have all handed in the papers, and you have finished commenting, just waiting for your finale. Zhou Wenbin said with a smile.

"I don't have to be ugly, as Senior Sister Chen said, she is practicing science, I am practicing medicine, if anyone wants to compare with the next in the herbal medicine, it is okay. "Besides, spread your hands together.

"Hey, brother, it's not good to hide it blindly. I heard that Lord Lingzun has been hiding you in the past, but now that everyone knows about you, there is no need for this. Wen Zhengchen was the first to not get up

"Besides, make a song and don't let everyone down. Zhou Wenbin said.

Besides, he is feeling embarrassed, if he relies on some masterpieces in his memory to win, it is inevitable that he will not be able to win, and besides, this method can only win by surprise, but it cannot become a habit, and he still has to be strong himself.

He was groaning, when suddenly Shen Bo ran over, took a piece of paper, and said loudly: "I got another one, how about you take a look?"

Wen Zhengchen took it in his hand first and looked at it, his face suddenly changed, and he muttered, "This ......"

"What's wrong?" Zhou Wenbin hurriedly asked.

"Brother Shen suddenly became a ghost in the poem, and I was shocked to sweat. Wen Zhengchen really raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

Zhou Wenbin hurriedly grabbed it and looked at it, and after seeing it, he froze there all of a sudden.

"This ...... Okay, that's good!" he muttered, sweating on his forehead.

Everyone didn't know why, but they just felt chills on their bodies, and the expressions of these two people were like encountering a living ghost in the daytime.

So they circulated it one after another, and after reading it, they all praised it, but it was not as exaggerated as the expressions of these two people, of course, this means that they did not find the subtlety of the poem at all.

"Let go of Weng said: The article is made by nature, and the magic hand is even obtained. I just had an idea to become such a song. Shen Bo was very proud, shaking his head and looking around.

After seeing both Yun Sisi and Pomegranate, they were full of appreciation.

In the end, it was passed to the hands of the moreover, and after reading it, his expression was exaggerated, but he almost laughed out loud.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Wenbin hurriedly asked.

"'Life is everywhere you know, it should be like flying on the slush of snow. Occasionally, there are fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei counts things. The sentences are wonderful, and the words are beautiful. Besides, I said.

"I don't dare to take it seriously, it's just an accident, and I haven't scrutinized it. Shen Bo was even more proud, pretending to be modest.

It's just that, if I remember correctly, Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty also wrote this poem, and there are a few more sentences than Brother Shen's. Besides, he said with a smile.

"Impossible, right? Shen Bo's heart was weak, and his eyes didn't dare to look at each other.

Besides, he smiled: "The little brother has no other ability, but his memory is okay."

I remember that the title of Su Shi's poem is "Nostalgia for Hezi by Michi", the whole article is like this, the first four sentences happen to coincide with Brother Shen's masterpiece, and the next four sentences are: The old monk has died into a new tower, and the bad wall has no reason to see the old topic. Do you know the rugged past? The road is long, and the donkey is sleepy and neighing. ”

Everyone looked at each other, as if they couldn't believe it.

Besides, he walked to the bookcase, waved his pen to record this poem, and said with a secret smile in his heart: You make a poem of the ancients to deceive people, it happens to be my favorite, and you can only blame yourself for hitting the muzzle.

He handed the paper to Zhou Wenbin and said with a smile: "If anyone doesn't believe in the memory of the little brother, you can go back and flip through Su Shi's poetry collection." ”

"But this ...... This...... I really came up with it by accident, no, these lines of poetry seemed to pop into my head. ”

Shen Bo's head was already sweating profusely, and he still held on to himself, denying it.

Besides, he smiled: "It's also possible." It is estimated that Brother Shen is a poet idiot, thinking hard day and night, and suddenly wandering out of the world, meeting the ancients in the dark, and getting these four sentences. This is not uncommon, it was not uncommon in legends during the Tang Dynasty. ”

Shen Bo didn't know that he was helping him lie about it, but in fact, he ridiculed him for being a ghost, because there were many legendary characters in the Tang Dynasty.

He easily got a step, hurried down, and praised with a thumbs up: "It's true: the parents of those who gave birth to me, and those who know me." ”

Zhou Wenbin and Wen Zhengchen both understood what was going on, so they could only smile and say nothing, the key in this can't be broken, otherwise it will not be good for anyone.

Yun Sisi whispered to Pomegranate: "This kid will have a great future, Shen Bo was really sold by him, and he helped him count the money." ”

Pomegranate said proudly: "I said that he has a bad idea and a bad heart, you still don't believe it, this time believe it." ”

"I believe it, I don't think you should fight him, you can't fight him. Yun Sisi laughed.

"Who said that I can't fight him? It's to see that he is small, let him have three rounds. We'll see. Pomegranate curled her lips in disbelief.

Yun Sisi pursed her lips and smiled, knowing that she had this kind of character, and she no longer persuaded her. But something she didn't expect was quietly happening: it had unknowingly broken into her heart. That's for later.

"Brother Shen is so blessed, when will we be able to meet with the ancients and gods, and it would be good to have a few good poems to show our faces. Someone on the side saw most of it, and said in a weird way.

"This can only be obtained by chance, and it is impossible to get it specifically. "Shen Bo is a boiled duck now, only his mouth is hard.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, there is also the finale of our poetry meeting, besides, you can't be an exception to anything, right?" Zhou Wenbin changed the topic slightly.

Besides, he said helplessly: "Then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

He walked to the table and wrote out a poem that he had already thought of in his heart.

To say that there are also many knowledgeable scholars present, why didn't anyone recognize Su Dongpo's poem?

There is a reason for this, after the middle of the Ming Dynasty, it is not sure when it began, and there was a wind of avoiding Dongpo poetry and writing, and from the private school to Taixue, Guozijian took the trouble to warn students that they must not read Su Shi's articles, and it is best not to have Su Shi's style of writing when doing poetry, otherwise they may be deposed in the future.

It is a pity that during the Northern Song Dynasty, there were decades of time, and there was a popular saying in the world: Su Wen cooked, eat mutton. Su Wensheng, eat vegetable soup.

It means that as long as you memorize the Dongpo article, you can get rich at your fingertips, and if you are not familiar with the Dongpo article, you have to drink Chinese cabbage soup.

But after the Jiajing year of the Ming Dynasty, Su Shi's anthology almost became a forbidden, and few of his anthologies and poetry collections were hidden at home, so even people like Wen Zhengchen, who did not specialize in Bagu, did not know that Dongpo had this poem.

Besides, after the poem is seated and circulated to everyone, of course, everyone is indispensable to praise a few words. Zhou Wenbin and Wen Zhengchen watched it, and felt that although it was good, there was still a distance between him and Zhou Wenbin's poems, and they all thought that he was deliberately clumsy and didn't want to be in the limelight.

Moreover, there is no lack of atmosphere in this poem, although it cannot be regarded as today's laurel work, it is undisputed to be ranked second. Wen Zhengchen commented.

"Brother Zhengchen has that couplet, there will be no one else in the second place, I can only be in the middle today. "And sincerely.

Yun Sisi was also suspicious on the side, and quietly asked Pomegranate: "He won't let Wenbin on purpose, right?"

"It's hard to say, he can do anything. A few days ago, he played Go with my old man, and I don't know what strange method he used to kill the old man and lose a lot. made the old man quite depressed, and played chess in the house every day, claiming that he must crack his move. ”

Pomegranate said with a wry smile.

"No wonder you can't get along with him today, it's because you are holding grievances for the old master. ”

"No, each has its own account, and I am too lazy to take care of the old man's affairs. ”

Yun Sisi said: "Then I want to ask, what kind of account do you have with him?"

Pomegranate stopped talking, in fact, she couldn't say a meridian, it was nothing more than saying a sentence about the female junior holding gold bricks, which made her angry. I can't say anything about this.

Seeing that several of them were blaming each other, one person said impatiently:

"Everyone writes poems and essays together, it's nothing more than a competition, and it's not an examination room competition, so why bother to be serious about winning or losing? I'm still waiting for the serious program: Drink!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone said yes.

Originally, everyone got together to have a lively time, and the serious thing was to drink together, especially the Zhou family has many fine wines that have been stored for many years, which is mouth-watering when you think about it.

"You drunkard. Okay, listen to you, now it's drinking time. ”

Zhou Wenbin also felt that it made sense, and laughed and asked the servants to rearrange the tables and chairs so that they could serve delicious food and drinks.

"That's the right thing, don't you say? Besides, I heard that you drank a lot, and you almost put Wen Bin down that day, so let's have a good drink today. The man smiled and greeted.

"That's Brother Wenbin letting me, my alcohol consumption is really sloppy, you misbelieved the rumors. "And let this be cleared for the better, lest anyone pour him in."

After a while, the tables and chairs were set up again in the way of drinking, and everyone was seated as before, and a group of boys came in with the wine jar in their hands. Although still sealed with mud, the aroma of the wine has surpassed that of the flowers......

saw Nan Qiaoyun and Yun Sisi talking in their ears, and a faint worry appeared in their hearts again.

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