"This Uncle Zhang is too, in a good yard, what kind of gossip array is being cultivated. This is not Peach Blossom Island! Turning around a pavilion and two intersections, according to Zhang Qingxuan's instructions, Zhang Qian finally found the corner gate when he "escaped" before, and secretly complained in his heart while walking inside.

Thinking of Peach Blossom Island, he couldn't help but think of Jin Yong's elf and eccentric Rong'er. It's a pity that a smart girl wouldn't be like Huang Rong and cheated Brother Jing with two flattened snacks.

People can't help but want Brother Jing's single-mindedness, and they also want Yang Kang's handsomeness and Ouyang Ke's gentleness and thoughtfulness. If you don't get anything done, it's best to stay away from you and don't annoy people.

"However, Brother Jing still has a bloody BMW to be put in the future, that is, a top-level supercar. As for Zhang, it seems that he can't ride a horse! In his heart, he spit out to himself again. He smiled wryly and turned his head to look back.

Through the bamboo forest and trees, the figure of the Ruby Maiden can no longer be seen. But faintly, there was laughter accompanied by the autumn wind, I don't know if it was from her, or her cousin Zhang Qingxing?

"Brother Yongzhao, where did you go just now? Let me find this one easily? Before Zhang Qian could decide, whether to stand under the corner gate and continue to argue for a while, or to appreciate the calligraphy of the grass saint Zhang Xu, Wang Zhilian's voice had already come from not far away.

"Huh? I just took a spin! Zhang Qian shook his head and turned his head in a voice, "After I came back from Dr. He, I didn't see you." I wasn't familiar with anyone else, so I just walked around! Is there something wrong with Ji Ling looking for me? ”

After saying all the words in one breath, he suddenly realized that his explanation was redundant. Hurriedly smiled, walked quickly to Wang Zhilian, and gently arched his hand, "Let Ji Ling worry, Zhang is ashamed!" ”

"You're polite with Brother Zhao!" Wang Zhilian didn't notice it at all, Zhang Qian was in a trance, turned his body to the side, and returned the salute, "It's Daoist Baiyunzi, I heard that you are here today, and I want to see you." But now you don't have to go to see him, he is an old man who is good at health and has always been admired by the elderly. Now, you probably can't interject in the past. ”

Speaking of this, he naughtily nodded in the distance in the direction where He Zhizhang and the others were sitting before, and motioned for Zhang Qian to take a look for himself. The latter's eyes moved, and sure enough, he saw an old Taoist priest with white hair, who was held in the middle by more than a dozen elders who were the same age as He Zhizhang, holding the moon like a star, and taking turns to ask for advice.

And that old way, there is no stage fright. The dust is waved lightly, and the mouth is like a river. It's a pity that there are no cameras and microphones next to it, otherwise, it would definitely be more beautiful than all the two "masters" of Buddhism and Taoism in the 21st century combined.

Whereas, the "masters" of the twenty-first century always cut believers as leeks. Zhang Qian stubbornly believes that whether it is a monk or a Taoist priest, since he has become a monk, the four major should be empty. Anyone who stays nostalgic in the red dust all day long, or jumps out to point out the country to be a national teacher, is a liar, and ordinary people had better stay away.

In this regard, Wang Zhihuan may have a heart and soul with him. So seeing that he didn't take the initiative to go over to watch the master's performance, he pushed the boat back to the young talents. first greeted Wei Dao with a sympathetic face, and then introduced him to Zhang Jiuling, Zhang Xu, Wang Han, Mu Nanfeng and other influential figures one by one.

has taken enough "preventive shots", Zhang Qian's mood is not as excited as when he heard the names of Zhang Jiuling and others just now, with Wang Zhilian's introduction, he generously stepped forward to "look up to everyone" one by one. And Zhang Jiuling, Zhang Xu and others, although they have long been famous, they don't have the habit of walking sideways, and there are not seven or eight bodyguards in front of them who like to push people around. Seeing Zhang Qian's calm attitude towards people, and listening to Wang Zhilian say that he was Zhang Ruoxu's old friend, he naturally accepted his existence.

"Today, everyone is enjoying the chrysanthemum, and almost everyone has come up with a new work. I don't know Ji Ling and Yongzhao, are you willing to take out the masterpiece and join in the fun with me and others? Among the people present, Zhang Jiuling is the oldest and the most careful. Seeing that there was no signature of Wang Zhilian and Zhang Qian on the scroll full of handwriting, he smiled and sent out an invitation.

"Yes, Ji Ling has been busy helping Zhang Duwei back and forth to Zhang Luo, and he has never bothered to leave poems here. Now that I finally have time, hurry up and take out the poems and let everyone review and read! Wang Han and Wang Zhilian knew each other very early, knew and appreciated the latter's talent, and immediately smiled and helped beside him.

However, at this time, Wang Zhihuan didn't like to write poetry very much. Seeing that Zhang Jiuling and Wang Han were both aimed at themselves, they decisively "led the water to the east". "Let's write it with Brother Zhao, I won't be ugly! I've been running out of ideas lately, and I don't even dare to mention a pen, let alone make a poem! ”

"Ji Lingxiu wants to use me as a shield, I'm really not good at this." Zhang Qian was hit by Zhang Shuo before, and he had long lost confidence in his poetry writing skills. Without waiting for everyone to turn their eyes, they smiled and waved their hands, "I'm here to write for Ji Ling, Brother Bo Gao has been busy for so long, and he should take a break." ”

"In this way, there will be Brother Lao Zhao!" Zhang Xu transcribed poems for everyone, and his fingers were stiff a long time ago. When he heard that someone was willing to take his place, he immediately handed over the brush.

In this way, everyone could no longer continue to urge Zhang Qian to show his masterpiece, so they had to turn the "firepower" back to Wang Zhilian's head. Wang Zhilian didn't expect Zhang Qian to be so "cunning", and with the help of Zhang Xu's fatigue, he easily became a "deserter", and his heart suddenly cried bitterly. After shirking it again and again, he had to bite the bullet and say: "Dare to teach your brothers to know that as soon as he arrived in Chang'an, he was pulled by Uncle Shi to help him prepare for this chrysanthemum appreciation event, and he really didn't make any preparations." If the elder brothers refuse to raise their noble hands and let the younger brother go, the younger brother has to reluctantly take out a poem he made a while ago to meet the occasion. ”

"It's okay, you just have to take it out. After all, not everyone in this world is Cao Zijian, and he has a talent of seven steps. In today's poems, how many people dare to say that they didn't prepare them in advance? Wang Han resolutely refused to give him the opportunity to be "lazy", and followed his tone to knock bricks and nails. ，

"Then I'll be ugly little brother!" Wang Zhihuan couldn't refuse, so he had to obediently comply, "This poem was made in Hebei, it can't be regarded as a chrysanthemum, it can only be regarded as a farewell." Anyway, there is a chrysanthemum in it. ”

After a pause, his voice suddenly turned high, "Farewell." The thistle court is sparsely populated, where to ascend and return. Today, with Fangju wine, the Ming Dynasty should be broken Pengfei! ”

"Good!" As soon as the words fell, across the distant Weidao, the first one jumped up and cheered loudly. "Although you all have famous sentences today, in Wei's opinion, this farewell, although it is not specifically written about chrysanthemums, should be the first."

Obviously, he was disgusted by his "confidant" Lu Xuan, and if he didn't find a chance to get out, I am afraid that not only would he not be able to eat for several days in a row, but he would even end up with a "three months of not knowing the taste of meat".

Zhang Xu, Zhang Jiuling, Wang Han and others are all poetry and literature experts, and they also praised one after another. As a result, the talented people who couldn't see the poems made by Wang Zhilian, but fortunately, somewhere didn't have the courage to pick thorns. Everyone opened their mouths one after another to add icing on the cake, and openly promoted this "Farewell" as the poem of the day.

Wang Zhihuan was very embarrassed to be praised, and hurriedly waved his hand to humble himself, "Brothers, I am too proud of me, my poem, the first is not done on the spot, and the second is not the right one, I really dare not steal the top of the list." It's Ziyu's sentence, where is the hibiscus on the stream, and the wild chrysanthemum on the fence is smiling in the autumn wind. It's a mouth-watering read! ”

"Ziyu's "Looking for Chrysanthemum" and your "Farewell" have their own merits. But your farewell, not only has the meaning of Chongyang ascending, but also wrote the wine on the table today, if I am the examiner, I will definitely point you to the top of the list, and let Ziyu be the leader! In recent years, Zhang Jiuling's career has not been very proud, so his mood is more likely to be touched by the poem "Farewell", and he added with a smile.

The young talents around him spoke one after another. repeatedly compared "Farewell" and "Looking for Chrysanthemum", and in the end, I still think that Wang Zhilian's "Farewell" is slightly better.

When the genuine product was happy, behind everyone's ears, there was a disdainful cold snort, "Hmm! Since ancient times, there has been no definite standard for poetry. Like a hundred flowers, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each fragrant, you have to say that the summer lotus is the first, it is unfair. According to Lu's opinion, what everyone does today has its own merits, and this "Farewell" is far from the best! ”

As he spoke, Lu Xuan's fat body squeezed in like a water tank, squeezing the young talents around him.

Zhang Jiuling is a little older, and he has been up and down in the sea of Huan, so he naturally disdains to argue with him. But Wang Han is about the same age as Zhang Xu, and the King of Taiyuan behind him is not inferior to Fan Yanglu, so he immediately couldn't bear it.

Immediately, he snorted coldly in his nostrils and said with a smile: "Chunlan and Qiuju, of course, each is fragrant." But if there is a ball of dog shit next to it, no matter how blocked everyone's nose is, they can smell it. As for poetry, although from ancient times to the present, there is no fixed standard for judging. But you can't say it yourself, and if you pull up seven or eight half buckets of water, you will claim that you will far surpass Cao Zijian and not lose to Luo Bingwang! ”

Lu Xuan originally wanted to take the opportunity to appreciate the beauty of his masterpiece with everyone, and by the way, he asked everyone to help him close the song and play and sing it himself, so as to leave a romantic story of a talented and beautiful woman. Unexpectedly, Wang Han knocked him head-on, and he was inevitably annoyed and angry. Immediately, he raised a finger the thickness of a carrot and pointed straight at the bridge of Wang Han's nose, "Shaft, who are you talking about?" ”

"I'm talking shit!" Wang Han leaned over slightly, dismissive of his threat, "As for who is that wild dog, don't jump out and disgust people yourself." The poems are not as good as Ji Ling's, Wang admitted. And if you have to admit that Wang Mou, that wild dog pulled beautifully, hehe, I don't know if he humiliated Wang, or humiliated the entire poetry world?! ”