Xiao Ding went to King Gao's Mansion to attend a dinner, and said that he didn't expect that he would be invited by Lord Gao to try to write poems with Luo Simao in person.

Before Xiao Ding crossed over, he didn't graduate from high school, so how could he know what poems to write! It's possible to make up limerick poems, slip through the mouth and the like, but it's too difficult to write professional metrical poems!

Luo Simao is different, he has lived in the palace since he was a child, reading and reading, practicing literature and martial arts, which are all lessons that must be learned by the son of a big family like him. Even if Luo Simao likes martial arts and doesn't like literature since he was a child, he is much stronger than Xiao Ding, after all, the ancients couldn't do without the four books and five classics, poems and songs.

The subordinates quickly found pen, ink, paper and inkstones for Xiao Ding and Luo Simao, packed up the tabletop, and placed them in front of the two.

Luo Simao was very calm, skillfully grabbed the brush, pondered for a while, and then began to write. It didn't take a while to write a few verses:

The pavilion is cold and slightly snow-white at night, and the plum blossoms bloom in the small lake;

Drink a glass of wine tonight, and wake up tomorrow morning with spring again!

This poem is made in response to the occasion, although the handwriting is not as charming as calligraphy, but it is also a pen walking dragon snake, chic and handsome. After seeing it, Old Prince Gao couldn't help touching his beard, nodding his head incessantly, and then looked at Xiao Ding again.

At this time, Xiao Ding has not yet started writing. First of all, he is not very good at writing with a brush. Although he had used a brush to write before, it was too difficult for Xiao Ding to write a flowing font like Luo Simao. Second, Xiao Ding doesn't have the talent to write poetry at all! When he went to school before the crossing, he didn't even memorize a few ancient poems, so how could he write them?

However, Xiao Ding suddenly thought that the era he came to was not the same as the history of the era before he crossed over, that is to say, the history before he crossed over was unfamiliar to the people of the current era. So although I can't write ancient poems, I can plagiarize a few famous ancient poems in the history of the era before I traveled through!

Although I didn't memorize many ancient poems when I was in school, I used to memorize some. Since the title is required to be written around snow and plums, it is better to write an ancient poem with the theme of snow and plums silently.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ding turned his brain and thought hard about the poems that describe Xue and Mei.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he remembered a poem, and then he also pretended to take up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on rice paper:

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the saucy people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter;

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance!

This poem is one of the "Two Songs of Snow Plum" written by the Southern Song Dynasty poet Lu Meipo. Xiao Ding directly copied the whole thing without shame, not missing a word.

Looking at the crooked font on the paper, Xiao Ding himself was a little overwhelmed, there were several words, not traditional Chinese characters, because he couldn't write, so he had to use simplified Chinese instead.

Old Lord Gao has been staring at Xiao Ding writing poems, at this time Xiao Ding finished writing, he tried to read it, and found that there were several words in it that he didn't know, so he asked: "General Tian is really talented, in this poem you wrote, there are several words that even the old man can't recognize." ”

Xiao Ding smiled awkwardly, and then said, "I'll read the poem I wrote to you." After speaking, he read his poem to everyone in public.

As soon as he finished reading, a middle-aged Confucian dressed as a middle-aged Confucian about forty years old stood up in the crowd and clapped his hands: "Tian Xian's nephew is really talented!" It's a good sentence 'Plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses plum and a piece of fragrance'! Wonderful! It's really a quatrain for the ages! ”

Xiao Ding looked at his poems, and then looked at the poems written by Luo Simao, and also felt that it was better to be the first of his own. Although the poem written by Luo Simao looks good, it seems too straightforward and lacks some subtle charm, just like the sentence written by Li Bai "The hour does not know the moon, and it is called a white jade plate", which is all simple and unpretentious vernacular, lacking the soul of the poem, at most it can be regarded as a limerick poem.

Luo Simao was a little unhappy when he heard the middle-aged Confucian scholar praise the poems written by Xiao Ding, and he said: "Uncle Gao, you are looking at my poems, you are carefully tasting my poems!" ”

The middle-aged Confucian turned his head to look at the poem written by Luo Simao, then shook his head and said, "Although Luo Xian's nephew is also good, compared with Tian Xian's nephew, it is still so much worse. Well, it's a little bit worse! It's just that Tian Xian's nephew still has to be practiced well! ”

At this time, Gao Wanjun also came over, and said to the middle-aged Confucian like a little star in his eyes: "Daddy, are you saying that the poems written by General Tian are better than those written by Luo Simao?" ”

"Yes, girl, your vision is good, General Tian is really a genius!" The middle-aged Confucian said.

Xiao Ding heard the conversation between the two, and then he realized that this middle-aged Confucian was Gao Wanjun's father, Gao Liangkai!

Why does this Gao Liangkai look like a Confucian student, isn't he a military general?

Normally speaking, if you are born in a military general's family, you must have learned martial arts from elementary school, why did Gao Zhengde's eldest son learn literature?

Xiao Ding couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to ask in person. I had to hold it in my stomach.

Just as everyone was discussing who wrote the better poems, suddenly the servant came over again with the guests.

"Back to the old prince, Miss Yang and the two sons of King Yang's Mansion have arrived." The servant reported.

"Hurry up, please!" Old Lord Gao said politely.

Then the servant led a young and sturdy woman to him. The woman was followed by two sons. Behind the three of them, several maids and servants followed.

Gao Zhengde had just arranged for the young lady and the two sons to sit down, and the servants came back again: "Tell the prince, the two sons of the Yue family from the Yue Wangfu have also arrived." ”

"Come in, please!" Old Lord Gao commanded.

After a while, two more personable sons came over with their little guys.

After all the seats were seated, Gao Zhengde introduced everyone to each other one by one.

In fact, these princes and ladies of the palace know each other, and even many of them are good friends, and they often go out together to fool around.

The only person here who is born is Xiao Ding. None of these young ladies know Xiao Ding. The old prince Gao focused on Xiao Ding.

Through Gao Zhengde's introduction. Xiao Ding knew that the sturdy young lady in Yang Wang's Mansion was named Yang Yueling. The name sounds very ladylike, and the appearance is not bad, although the figure seems to be stronger, but it is also very expected. The proportions are very symmetrical, the curves are beautiful, the places that should be convex are convex, and the places that should be thin are thin. He is slightly taller than the average man. The action is very grinning, not at all as ladylike as her name suggests.

The two sons who came with Yang Yueling were both his cousins, one named Yang Jingtian and the other named Yang Jingze.

The two sons from King Yue's mansion are also cousins, one of them is named Yue Yunfeng and the other is named Yue Yunyu.

After Xiao Ding greeted everyone one by one, everyone sat down one after another, and then the people brought tea one after another.

At this time, that Yang Yueling Miss Yang suddenly laughed unscrupulously, and everyone looked at Yang Yueling, only to see that her eyes were falling on the poem that Xiao Ding had just written, "Who wrote this word, it can be so ugly!" I've finally found someone uglier than my writing! Hahahaha! ”

This laughter is very magical......