At seven o'clock, nearly an hour passed for the birthday feast.

In fact, the guests here have already eaten and drunk.

Some people who are in a hurry at home have already started (shēn) to bid farewell to Su Shaoyuan.

At this time, perhaps the most eye-catching thing in the venue is the tall gift box that stands in the center of the guests, which has not yet been opened.

Su Shaoyuan was curious before, and he wanted to let people dismantle it.

But Zhang Xiang stopped it early in the morning, saying that he would not dismantle it until after the banquet, and this birthday cake could only be dismantled after the banquet.

In this regard, Su Shaoyuan could only hold back his curiosity for the time being.

At this time, after another guest said goodbye to Su Shaoyuan, Su Shaoyuan said to Zhang Xiang: "Ming Heng, can you open this congratulatory gift?" Didn't you say that all the guests had to eat a bite to have a birthday? If you wait any longer, my guests will be almost finished. ”

Zhang Xiang smiled and hurriedly got up (shēn): "Mr. Su, you can dismantle it, but you have to be careful not to touch the pastries inside." ”

"Okay..."Su Shaoyuan laughed loudly, and said to the eldest son on the side: "Be modest, send someone to open the gift box, I see what kind of trick this Ming Heng is playing." ”

Su Qianhe nodded hurriedly, and then beckoned a few neat family members, and quickly opened the gift box.

Immediately, a sweet and dense fragrance entered the nose of every guest present.

"What a big pastry."

After seeing the appearance of the whole cake, Yang Li took the lead in applauding.

The rest of the people then clapped their hands and discussed, after all, such a big pastry, everyone here should have seen it for the first time.

Su Shao Yuanqi (shēn) laughed and said, "This pastry is also unique, really different. ”

Tan Boyi, who was at hand, brushed his beard and said: "This pastry is based on the lower layer, and the ring is up, layer upon layer, such as the shape of a seven-layer pagoda, in the Buddhist home, the seven-story pagoda is enshrined as the floating pagoda, which means that the merit is immeasurable, especially the old birthday star at the top of the tower, the finishing touch, this pastry is very auspicious." ”

"With such exquisite pastries, Xiaosheng has also seen it in his life."

"The longevity peach that rises in the ring at the bottom echoes the birthday star at the top of the tower, and it is really worthy of the word 'birthday'."

"And..."

Listening to these people's gossip about this cake, Zhang Xiang himself was stunned for a while, with a look of shame.

Whether they are pì or the truth, such a simple cake is simply said to be a work of art.

When he made this cake, he didn't think about it so much, Su Shaoyuan was seventy years old, he made seven layers, and the rest were just decorations, just to look good, how could there be so many messy statements.

These ancients really have never seen the world.

Yang Li on his side (shēn) turned around and smiled at him: "Brother Zhang's congratulatory gift is really the best congratulatory gift for his birthday." ”

"Ha, Brother Yang has won the award!" Zhang Xiang smiled.

"Look, there's still a word on it."

At this time, someone had sharp eyes and saw the two sentences written by Zhang Xiang on the second layer.

Then the man walked over and circled the cake, reciting the two words as he turned: "Birthday celebration." Birthday celebration is 百千 (chūn). Open an elegant banquet, and there will be relatives in the painting hall. ”

After thinking for a while, the man kept nodding frequently: "Good words, good words..."

Then the person replied (shēn) and made a slight gesture towards Zhang Xiang: "Ziyuan has heard that Pingzhou is brilliantly written, and a water tune song is sung in Pingzhou, and now, it has also been sung to Linzhou City, and I have long wanted to visit it. ”

Seeing that this person was polite, Zhang Xiang also returned the salute: "I don't know brother..."

"Back to the horse, this person is Zhiyuan's best friend, Linzhou Jinshi, Tang Ji, Tang Ziyuan." Not far away, a young man stood up and answered Zhang Xiang's question.

Zhang Xiang looked over, and it turned out to be Zhou Yi and Zhou Zhiyuan.

He sighed and hurriedly said, "It turned out to be Brother Tang, fortunately." ”

This Tang Ziyuan said: "I am close friends with Brother Zhou, before the imperial examination, I came to Pingzhou to live for a while, and I got the teachings of Mr. Su, which is as good as the first jinshi, so when I learned of Mr. Su's seventieth birthday, Ziyuan also made a special trip to congratulate him on his birthday, and compared Mr. Su's teachings (qíng)." ”

Saying that, this Tang Ziyuan also saluted Su Shaoyuan.

Su Shaoyuan's protégés are all over the south of the Yangtze River, Zhang Xiang is not surprised at all, seeing that this Tang Ziyuan has a lot of courtesy, Zhang Xiang's good impression of him has also improved, and he raised his wine glass and said: "It's a guest from afar, Ming Heng respects Brother Tang with a glass." ”

After Tang Ziyuan and Zhang Xiang finished drinking in the air, they pointed to the two words on the cake and asked, "I don't know if the word horse has a future?" Tang is not talented, after reading books for so many years, he has rarely seen people who make good words with the tone of 'whisk neon clothes', so today (rì) saw these two words of the horse, and his heart was happy, and he asked the horse to teach one or two. ”

Tang Ziyuan is not the only one here who has this idea, most of the people who can understand these two sentences also have this idea in their hearts.

Even Tan Boyi and Su Shaoyuan have some expectations.

Zhang Xiang thought for a while.

Tang Ziyuan's words are true, in the history he is familiar with, the only one who uses the word 'whisk neon dress' to make good words is Yan Shu, and the most representative (xìng) works of this tone are also the ones that Yan Shu has left in the world, in addition, I haven't heard of any lyricist who has made good words with this word brand name.

This Tang Ziyuan has such a question, and he can understand it.

However, Yan Shu's poem "Celebrating the Birthday" was used on the birthday of a centenarian at the time, and the later work was obviously not suitable for the occasion of today (rì), so Zhang Xiang did not want to say the later work.

He arched his hand slightly and shook his head: "Brother Tang, Ming Heng is not talented, and he only made these two sentences, what should I do in the future, Ming Heng is powerless, and I ask Brother Tang to understand." ”

"That's a bit of a pity." Tang Ziyuan showed a look of regret (qíng): "If it can be continued, this tone is the only one in the horse." ”

Zhang Xiang hurriedly said modestly: "Brother Tang has won the award, it is better for Brother Tang to continue to make a follow-up work for Ming Heng, and also let Ming Heng open his eyes." ”

Tang Ziyuan shook his head with a smile: "I can't make a horse, and Ziyuan doesn't have such literary talent." ”

At this time, Yang Li stood up and said to Su Shaoyuan: "Mr. Su, if this is the case, then it is better to let the people here continue to make the next work." ”

Literati are competitive and can let each other improve and learn, which is what Su Shaoyuan is happy to see, he smiled and nodded: "Zhong Kang is reasonable, is there anyone here who can continue Ming Heng's two sentences?" ”

The scene that had been noisy before suddenly became silent.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, this is known as the first word in Pingzhou, and they can't make it, so they don't dare to be ugly.

It's really hard to make this tone neatly, rhyme, and follow these two sentences.

After a long time, seeing that no one stood up, Tan Boyi laughed and said: "I said Su Lao, I don't think it's difficult for these students, Ming Heng's two residual sentences, the old man can't do anything." ”

Su Shaoyuan nodded: "That's it." ”

"Wait..."

At this time, Yang Li, who was doing good things, said again: "Mr. Su, today (rì) is your old birthday, since Brother Zhang has dedicated two birthday words, then I can't leave it behind, everyone here, why don't you take the birthday as the theme, make a poem by one person, and give it to Mr. Su, I don't know what you think?" ”

"Okay..."Tang Ziyuan took the lead in echoing.

I didn't have the ability to take Zhang Xiang's two sentences before, which made him, a scholar from Linzhou, a little uncomfortable, after all, this is Pingzhou, and it is other people's territory.

Tang Ziyuan pondered for a while, and then said: "Then let's come first, and make a song 'Huanxi Sha'." ”

“…… Zhiyuan also offered his ugliness, and gave a song of 'Dream Order' to Su Lao. ”

“…… This is the 'Queqiao Immortal' made by Yuxiang. ”

“…… Then Zhongkang will make a song 'Bodhisattva Man'! ”

……

"Hey, it's lyrics again, it's all boring.".

Seeing that these people were playing in full swing, Zhang Xiang only felt a little bored.

Then he quietly stood up and walked out into the courtyard...