According to reason, it is impossible for Xiao Song to be invited to the poetry meeting of those Qingliu scholars.

What is that place? It was a place where the "most" learned people in the Great Song Dynasty gathered together to dance and write, how could there be something like Song Beiyun mixed in.

But they forgot that Song Beiyun was much better than them even if he didn't copy poems, but his skills were all on stealing and industrial development skills, and he didn't point out such things as poetry, music, and rhythm.

On the contrary, it is Yan Shu, this guy is an all-round talent, plus his background is good, and his family affairs are good, and he has a lot of prestige among these young scholars.

So Yan Shu invited Song Beiyun to come over, and as the organizer, Yan Shu could tell whoever he wanted, and it wouldn't be such a big deal if he didn't say it.

As for whether Xiao Song will be recognized, in fact, there is no need to worry too much, those who can recognize Song Beiyun dare not provoke Song Beiyun, and those who dare to provoke him will definitely not recognize him.

After all, the coercion of a factory is there, and those who know him know that the power of this guy is geometric, where can he dare to provoke easily. As for those you don't know, how about saying a few words? After all, Hangzhou's drumming and scolding Song are all there, and there is no meat in Jinling City that can be said to be lost.

"Your Highness, your body is a little weak."

Xiao Song saw Buddha Baonu walking towards him with weak steps from a distance at the mouth of the alley, and Anu who said that he would not go out if he died, walked out very honestly.

"Weak, weak." Buddha Baonu glanced at him: "I don't know how strong I am." ”

"Okay, you're strong." Xiao Song stepped forward and wanted to help her, but she slapped her hand away, so Xiao Song looked at her with interest: "Why, yesterday you were still holding me and crying, and today you are so decisive?" You are a man who takes off your pants and is happy, why do you turn your face when you put on your pants? ”

Buddha Baonu clenched his fist in one hand and waved angrily at Xiao Song: "Stay away from me." ”

She is really a little worried, this Song dog in front of him is unreasonable, he will really do something against human ethics, and can't predict what he will say and do next, getting along with others is useless for this dog thing, the only way is to stay away from him.

"That's right, Your Highness. Isn't it impossible to say, why did you still shake and come? ”

"I want to go and see this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting of the Great Song Dynasty, is it difficult for you to nod?" Buddha Baonu carefully followed behind Song Beiyun, he stopped himself, and kept a safe distance of about three meters: "Stay away from me." ”

"There's something wrong."

Song Beiyun no longer bothered with her, but just walked to the agreed place by himself, today's poetry meeting was held in Yan Shu's own house, compared to Song Beiyun, Yan Shu's life is actually more comfortable.

Although his house is not as big as Song Beiyun's ready-made house, after all, the Yan family is a Jiangxi family, and he is a person from a high-ranking family, and now he is an official again, and he is also married to the daughter of Zhao Xiang's family, and the living facilities will definitely not be bad, there are thirty or forty maids and servants alone, plus a housekeeper from his hometown.

On the other hand, Song Beiyun, because he was too cautious, even if he was qualified to use servants and servants, he didn't want any of them, and he basically did everything at home, and his quality of life was not as good as Yan Shu's in comparison...... Because the more people there are, the greater the probability of a risk crisis, and Xiao Song does not allow this to happen.

Coming to Yan Shu's mansion, this is the second time he has come here, and the last time he came, Yan Shu had not turned into a pig.

"That's it." Song Beiyun turned his head to look at Buddha Baonu: "I'll take you in." ”

The housekeeper at the door saw Song Beiyun coming, and hurriedly welcomed him into the room politely, and as soon as he entered, he saw that there were a few people dressed as Confucian scholars in the inner hall who were singing in the piano, which was quite elegant.

The rest of the people were either playing the trick of throwing pots, or writing dumb riddles on small slips of paper for others to guess, but they had a great time.

Yan Shu is naturally the protagonist here, he was surrounded by everyone and did not see Song Beiyun coming, and Xiao Song was not much different from his own home, so he simply ordered his subordinates to sit down with some wine and meat and began to sit opposite Buddha Baonu and eat.

The superior people of the Great Song Dynasty still maintain the habit of sharing meals, and the two of them eating there are not very noticeable.

"That's good." Buddha Baonu took a sip of the fine wine that came from the taste: "It is quite a literary style." ”

"That's it?"

Song Beiyun took a sip, he naturally preferred the young people who worked hard in the workshop, in terms of identity and status, those young people were not worse than here, but when the people here were chanting poems, the people in the workshop were refining steel, and when the people here were dancing and writing, the people in the workshop were trying medicine.

For a country, it is self-evident who is lighter and who is heavier. But Song Beiyun didn't say anything more, just smiled disdainfully and ate the meat in a big gulp.

Buddha Baonu seemed to be quite interested in the grand scene in front of her, she stretched out her head to look around, and occasionally nodded frequently when she heard the poems and words, and her face was full of smiles.

"Look at people, it's poetic. Look at you, foul language all day long. Buddha Baonu ridiculed Song Beiyun: "If you have the ability, I will take a look at a few songs, and I will ponder those tricky and strange things all day long, and I don't do my job." ”

"Yes, yes, I'm not doing my job." Song Beiyun didn't bother to take care of her, poured himself a glass of wine and leaned on the cushion, looking at the magnificent appearance in front of him: "It's so good, prosperous and healthy." ”

While he was talking, a few servants came outside and began to dance to the music, Song Beiyun liked to see this the most, he smiled, with the expression of a critic.

"You ...... man"

"Do you know which poem I like the most?" Song Beiyun turned around, lay on the ground on his side and looked at Buddha Baonu with one hand supporting his head: "The pattern of poetry and immortals is broad and far-reaching, and one sentence makes people enter Bai Yujing." ”

"Oh? Which sentence? ”

Buddha Baonu is actually a literary young man, she has loved poetry since she was a child, and she loves the bell of the Tang Dynasty, there is no poetry in the world that she has not read, and she has also analyzed it carefully, and now she heard Song Beiyun talk about poetry immortals, she naturally has an interest.

Song Beiyun didn't speak, just drank the pot of wine in front of him, this is all distilled liquor from the workshop, even if it is Xiao Song's amount of alcohol, it is inevitable that he will be drunk for five or six points, he went directly to the lap of Buddha Baonu, regardless of her pushing, raised a finger and pointed to the mellow moon outside: "The poems of the poets, you have to be drunk to read." ”

After speaking, he tilted his head and said with a drunken voice: "The cloud wants clothes, and the flowers want to look." ”

He read this sentence, with seven points of drunkenness, three points of wild waves, and reached out to pinch the chin of Buddha Baonu: "The spring breeze is blowing, Luhua, thick." ”

Buddha Baonu shook off his hand, but his voice had already attracted many people to come, just because of the drunken wildness, mixed with the atmosphere of this drinking party, it made people dream back to the Tang Dynasty in a trance.

"If not, I'll see you at the top of the Jade Mountain." Song Beiyun Song Bei Buddha Baonu's chin, stretched out his hand and held the moon in the sky: "I will meet Yaotai Yue." ”

After reading it, he turned over with a smile and lay on the ground, with his hands behind his head: "It's a pity, it's a pity that it will be difficult to produce poetry immortals from now on." Where the earthly world passes, a little bit of children's affection. ”

He yawned: "I'll sleep for a while, you play by yourself." ”

Buddha Baonu looked at the people around him, and then looked at Song Beiyun, who had closed his eyes, and felt a little trance in his heart.

Yan Shu heard his voice a long time ago, walked over and saw Song Beiyun with his eyes closed, and said with a smile: "Who should I be, it turned out to be you." Don't come to a few songs to cheer up? ”

"Nope." Song Beiyun opened one eye slightly and glanced at him: "I won't smash your field, you guys are frolicking." ”

Yan Shu laughed, then picked up the wine glass from the table and drank it all: "Okay, you madman, okay, you can sleep, don't make a mess of me." ”

Buddha Baonu looked at Yan Shu and then at Song Beiyun, chuckled, and Yan Shu also bowed to her.

"Huh?" Song Beiyun suddenly raised his head at this time: "Why did the singing and dancing stop?" Then the music, the dance! Sing and dance! ”

Yan Shu turned around and beckoned, "Dance." ”

Some people here know that this is Song Beiyun, but most people don't know him, they just think that this person is drunk here and still learns from Li Bai's posture, painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, which makes people laugh and be generous.

"Who is this man? A mere teenager dared to follow the example of the poet, and he didn't weigh his own weight. ”

"Even if there is not a single ink in my stomach, I dare to spill it again. It's time to talk to Lord Yan, and in the future, such laymen will not come. ”

Yan Shu was greeting the Buddha Treasure Slave at this time, after all, he was a distinguished guest, and he was not good at slacking off. When he heard these words coming from behind him, he frowned and glanced back, and this small detail was keenly captured by Buddha Baonu.

"What's wrong? What they're saying is wrong? Isn't this guy a market fanatic? Buddha Baonu smiled and pointed at Song Beiyun and said, "Look at the appearance of this dead dog, where does it look like a person with a full stomach." ”

Yan Shu snorted lightly and laughed in a low voice: "The eldest prince, you look down on him, if you say that the talents in the world have a total of one stone, I account for thirty percent, and the people in the world share one percent, and the remaining sixty percent will grow on this guy." ”

"Oh?" Buddha Baonu obviously didn't believe it: "But I heard that he only picked up Lord Yan's teeth and wisdom to occupy a little literary fame." ”

Yan Shu flicked his sleeves and looked displeased: "Prince Yelu, why did you insult me?" ”

Buddha Baonu is naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp, she stood up and pointed at Song Beiyun and said loudly: "That is the case, today I will come up with five questions, how about you write five poems with these five titles?" ”

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