Nani?

I have made up my mind to keep a low profile and be a low-key person, although you are my gold father, but it is really good to suddenly let me compose poems.

At this time, Zhang Yuan suddenly had the feeling that when he was a child, he spent the New Year at home, and his parents had to perform a show in front of his relatives.

This feeling is only three words.

Mom sells batches.

Although Zhang Yuan was very reluctant, seeing the hopeful eyes of the gold master's father, he still tidied up his clothes and walked to the center of the hall.

Seeing Sima Xiangru's unabashedly contempt, Zhang Yuan, a salted fish, had a fighting spirit in his heart.

Isn't your Sima Xiangru able to pretend, Dad, I want to pretend better than you.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the villain only knows a few words, it is not outstanding, if the poem is dirty to the ears of the nobles, please forgive me and don't blame the villain."

This banquet was the first time that such a group of people met Zhang Yuan, and it was also the first time Zhang Yuan had seen these people, and Zhang Yuan believed that strangers could still tolerate each other.

Zhang Yuan cleared his throat and quickly passed the poem he was going to read in his mind, and after choosing, he took a bottle of rice wine from his desk and drank it all.

This style has whetted the appetite of everyone present, if Zhang Yuan can't write any good poems, his reputation today will be even if it stinks in Linqiong, but no, Zhang Yuan will not let these people down.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand and was cruel.

Why does the master say that he has little money, he must sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

There was silence in the banquet, Zhang Yuan couldn't calm down at all after reciting, and these people present at the moment were all the people who could read and write short essays in Linqiong, looking at them all stupid, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.

As if he wasn't the same kind of person as these people, he smiled self-deprecatingly, let go of his right hand and let the wine bottle fall to the ground.

The sound of the impact of the golden stone made these people all wake up, and Zhuo Wangsun's good voice broke the silence.

Bowing to the three people on top, Zhang Yuan retreated to his position.

He is like a god who has fallen into the mortal world, but he has no magic power, and he has to be controlled by these mortals in order to survive.

Weakness, loneliness.

"Sima Gongzi, I don't know if the poems written by my retainer can enter your eyes."

"It's a good work, but it's still a little worse in my eyes."

Zhang Yuan, who was a little depressed just now because of the sudden loneliness, now heard Sima Xiangru's comments, and suddenly exploded.

, it's too much, this can't get into your eyes, mom sells batches, letter balls, rammed goods, stupid batches, and gan.

Zhang Yuan's mind was full of these fragrant words, and he couldn't stop at all.

Obviously, Sima Xiangru's answer made Zhuo Wangsun a little embarrassed all of a sudden, and suddenly he didn't know how to take the next sentence, and opened his mouth and froze in place.

Wang Ji didn't know if it was because he felt that his friend's comment was a little unfair, and seeing that Zhuo Wangsun was a little embarrassed, he said that he wanted to resolve it.

"Changqing talked about a good piano, and the poem written by Zhang Gongzi before must be unfinished, so why don't you let Changqing play a tune."

Obviously, Sima Xiangru is still more popular than Zhang Yuan, and as soon as Wang Ji proposed, these hundreds of people immediately echoed him, and they were about to hold Sima Xiangru to the sky.

Sima Xiangru excused himself several times, and finally walked down and sat down in front of the piano to prepare to play.

At this time, Zhang Yuan, who was unhappy in his heart, suddenly realized that Zhuo Wenjun seemed to fall in love with him because Sima Xiangru played the piano, and after looking at the screen, an idea was born from Zhang Yuan's heart.

As long as you still want to flirt with your sister, Dad, I can make you succeed in this ramming, isn't it just insulting your identity as the son of crossing.

"Sima Gongzi doesn't know what song he wants to play?"

Sima Xiangru should not like anyone who steals the limelight in front of him, and he is also very resistant to Zhang Yuan, and he only spit out three words in the face of Zhang Yuan's question.

"The phoenix seeks the phoenix."

Okay, sure enough, it's this tune, you rammer just wait.

After receiving Sima Xiangru's reply, Zhang Yuan immediately turned to Wang Ji and said.

"Wang County Order, when the villain learned the name of this song, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and I don't know if he can fill in the words and sentences for this song according to the style of the song when Sima Gongzi strokes the qin."

Everyone is happy to see this kind of thing, and the main thing is to see what Sima Xiangru means.

"Changqing, what do you think of Zhang Gongzi's proposal?"

The song that Zhang Yuan recited just now did make Sima Xiangru a little depressed in his heart, and at this moment he suddenly felt that letting Zhang Yuan cooperate with him might be an opportunity to overpower Zhang Yuan.

If all these people here feel that Zhang Yuan's words are not worthy of their own music, it will be interesting at that time.

"Yes."

After speaking, Sima Xiangru began to pluck the strings without reminding Zhang Yuan.

As the first rhythm was popped up by Sima Xiangru, Zhang Yuan walked directly in front of him, blocking straight between the screen and Sima Xiangru.

Pretending to be forced is not the goal, but disturbing Sima Xiangru's good deeds is what Zhang Yuan thinks in his heart.

"The phoenix returns to its hometown and travels all over the world to seek its phoenix.

When I haven't met anything, I don't know what to do!

There are beautiful ladies in the boudoir, and the room is poisonous to my intestines.

What is the fate of the neck for the mandarin ducks, and the beards and cheeks soar together!

The phoenix and the phoenix are from me, and they have to be entrusted with the tail as a concubine.

Friendship and harmony, who knows each other in the middle and night?

The wings are flying high, and I don't feel that I think about the remaining sorrow. ”

The final words of the song fall.

Sima Xiangru looked very excited, feeling that Zhang Yuan's words were a little less meaningful than his songs, and he raised his eyebrows at Zhang Yuan while being happy in his heart.

Zhang Yuan smiled at him as if he were stupid, and suddenly felt that this rammed goods were a little cute.

"Good songs and good lyrics, the talents of the two really opened our eyes."

"Xie County's Commendation"

Zhang Yuan followed Sima Xiangru and bowed to Wang Ji.

The banquet was almost over at this point, during which Zhuo Wangsun took this opportunity to say that he was about to open a restaurant in Linqiong, and hoped that everyone present would be able to go to the party, emphasizing that this restaurant would be all managed by Zhang Yuan.

The county commander Wang Ji appreciated Zhang Yuan's talent, and directly agreed to go to Zhuo Wangsun to support the opening of the business.

Originally, Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty emphasized agriculture and suppressed business, and it was best for those who were officials to stay away from businessmen to prove themselves, but Wang Ji was very optimistic about Zhang Yuan and hoped to take this opportunity to make a good relationship.

He is the same for Sima Xiangru, if he helps a little today, he may reap a hundredfold and thousandfold reward in the future, which is Wang Ji's way of being an official.

ps: The new writer humbly begged for a ticket again, woo woo.