"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Hearing that someone was attacking Shen Yan's talent, a scholar stood up, with a contemplative look on his face, and said slowly, "Zhan Shihui and Zhan Gongzi are also here, everyone can listen to his comments on Shen Yan's two poems." ”

"Ahem." Zhan Shihui's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't plan to come out, but he was named by others, and Zhan Shihui couldn't think of it, so as not to weaken his reputation, and then coughed lightly twice to show his existence, "To be honest, I can't comment on the artistic conception of these two poems." ”

"You see, even the first scholar of Jinling said that Shen Yan's two poems are not good, why are you still applauding Shen Yan so hard, he is not one of you, besides, you applaud him like this, and he can't hear it." A hint of gloom appeared in Tong Shaojun's eyes, he expected Wen Tianyu to come forward to suppress Shen Yan's limelight, but it turned out to be Shen Yan's exclusive show, and he held his breath in his heart and had nowhere to vent, so when he heard that Zhan Shihui didn't dare to comment on it, he didn't want to rush to say, and his words were full of irony.

"Whether the boy is too anxious or not, the next words have not yet been finished." Hearing Tong Shaojun's words, a trace of unhappiness flashed in Zhan Shihui's eyes, he just wanted to suppress and then raise his identity, but Tong Shaojun's words completely changed, if he didn't correct it, or didn't make his position clear, he would become Tong Shaojun's comrade and become the vanguard of stepping on Shen Yan.

Although he is indeed dissatisfied with Shen Yan's talent, his heart is not narrow enough to gain greater fame by stepping on Shen Yan, Shen Yan takes a completely different path from himself, and he does not need to win fame by stepping on him.

"Shen Yan's first poem, I don't dare to comment on it, because the artistic conception of this poem is very high, as the so-called thousands of miles to send goose feathers, the gift is light and affectionate, and the artistic conception of the poem also fully reflects the respect for Mrs. Song, saying that Mrs. Song is a person who is blessed and long-lived, and is blessed for a thousand years." Although Zhan Shihui is jealous of Tong Shaojun's identity, he is walking in Qingliu, with his and his uncle's status in Qingliu, even if he offends Tong Shaojun, he is not afraid of Tong Shaojun's retaliation, "This poem was completed in such a short period of time, which shows that Shen Yan's literary foundation is very strong, and it is not as useless as some people say." Although he is not talented, he cannot complete such a poem with such artistic conception in such a short time. ”

"As for the second poem, it is a hidden poem, and the first word of each sentence is a happy birthday." A hint of surprise and admiration appeared at the corner of Zhan Shihui's eyebrows, Shen Yan made himself willing to bow down at the beginning, and today's two birthday poems made him admire Shen Yan's talent, "Of course, if you only understand this poem in this way, it seems a little superficial, this poem is not only a hidden poem, but also reflects the birth day of Mrs. Song, and also reflects the experience and mood of Mrs. Song." ”

"Let me ask everyone present, you don't know if Old Madam Song's past experience can write such a realistic Tibetan poem?" A hint of provocation appeared at the corner of Zhan Shihui's mouth, and he glanced at Tong Shaojun lightly, and then a trace of admiration flashed in his clear eyes, and glanced at everyone, "Although he is nicknamed the first young man in Jinling, he really can't write such a Tibetan birthday poem that fits his mood." ”

Although there was a trace of admiration in Zhan Shihui's eyes, he was more unwilling, unwilling to be so easily suppressed by Shen Yan that his fame was suppressed, but unfortunately, he wanted to temporarily write a birthday poem that was more in line with Shen Yan's mood than Shen Yan, but he couldn't think of a poem that could surpass Shen Yan's realm when he combined all the words in his mind, and he was inferior to writing poems with the same theme.

Learning to become a literary and martial artist, goods in the emperor's family, this is the voice of every scholar, Zhan Shihui is no exception, the reputation of so many years of painstaking management is not to get a bigger platform in the emperor's mind.

Although Shen Yan's official position is low, he is both civil and military, the most important thing is to win the emperor's respect and trust, this is no longer a secret in the officialdom, Shen Yan's sudden rise not only gave many poor scholars a goal to pursue, but also gave James Shihui a lot of touch and pressure, for Shen Yan's steady development of the road, Zhan Shihui said that he was not jealous and moved, that is definitely against his heart, but it is enough to make Zhan Shihui say to his face that something is inferior to Shen Yan, which is enough to prove the growth of Zhan Shihui's state of mind.

"I see, after listening to Zhan Gongzi's comments, I know that Shen Yan is worthy of being such an absolute person who can smoke and lock the pond willows." After listening to Zhan Shihui's evaluation of the two poems, the faces of most of the people present showed a sudden look, and they realized that Shen Yan, who looked vulgar, really had such great talent, and the original absolute suspicion and suspicion of Shen Yan gradually disappeared with the advent of these two birthday poems.

"Shen Yan, what a person, this Tibetan poem is so close to the old body's mind." When she heard Gao Yong's birthday poem, Mrs. Song's eyes showed a hint of surprise, the poem written by a person who had never met was so sharp and so suitable for her own state of mind, and then listened to Zhan Shihui's comments, the emotions in Mrs. Song's heart were like the wind rising the sea and the waves.

"Song Wei, how can you let a confidant guest like Shen Yan go at will." When Mrs. Song's brows showed a hint of surprise and suspicion, she saw Song Wei coming quickly from not far away, and when Song Wei walked in front of her, she saw the doubts in the other party's eyes, and did not give the other party any chance to think, and said loudly.

"Mother, what did you say? Shen Yan is gone? Song Wei was indeed a little confused about what was happening in front of him, why didn't these guests drink tea and chat in the hall, they all stood by the pond and blew a slight autumn breeze, even his own mother, but as soon as he came, he heard his mother's question, and there seemed to be a vague inference in his mind.

"Lord Song, I heard that Mrs. Song was born today, and I specially ordered to come down to send blessings and wish Mrs. Song good health." Seeing Song Wei's suspicious eyes looking around, there was a faint smile on the corner of Gao Yong's mouth, this Shen brother will become a figure on the cusp wherever he goes, I really don't know whether to envy or worry about him.

"In addition, I was entrusted by Lord Shen Yan Shen to send two birthday poems to Mrs. Song, and I hope Mrs. Song and Lord Song will smile." After Gao Yong finished speaking, he handed out two birthday poems written by Shen Yan with Wen Tianyu's nosebleed.

"How could it be written in blood, how unlucky it is." Song Wei took the poem, opened it and browsed it casually, and when he saw the poem written with nosebleeds, his brows furrowed tightly, and various possibilities of Shen Yan's move flashed in his mind.

"Lord Song misunderstood, Shen Yan didn't mean anything else, it just so happened that before the poem was completed, Lord Shen and the two VIPs here had some unpleasant quarrels, and then there was some physical contact, Shen Yan saw that this ruined the atmosphere of Mrs. Song's birthday, so he was embarrassed to continue to stay, and at the same time, thinking that since he came, he didn't have any gifts, so he wrote these two birthday poems to Mrs. Song on the spot." Gao Yong helped Shen Yan excuse himself with a smile on his face.

No matter how anxious you are, you can't use local materials so casually, how unlucky it is. Hearing Gao Yong's explanation, a trace of helplessness appeared in Song Wei's eyes, but more resentment.