"Haha......" Xiang Xun smiled after saying his lines, looking very happy. Today is a good thing, of course he should be happy, maybe he also thinks that he must be "happy" in front of so many guests.

Everyone talked noisily for a while, and invited Prime Minister Wang Cheng to sit down.

After a while, some slaves came into the house, and two square tables were gathered and put together. A lot of things were placed on it, including inkstones, short scabbards, books, bowls, string money, and other dry things in a circle. When everyone was happy, I saw a nurse come in with a child in her arms, and the child was really clever, and looked at the people in the house curiously without crying. The generals were coaxed for a while, and some people shouted with great interest: "Look at what the second son of the general's family can catch!" ”

Xiang Xun took the child over and put it on the table in the hall. The child was hugged by no one, and he cried out. Everyone gathered around the table, teasing for a while, and finally the child stopped crying, so he looked at the things on the table, turned over, crawled for a while, and reached out to grab the inkstone.

Immediately, everyone was in an uproar, and a voice said, "Hey! Xiang Er Gongzi doesn't want to inherit his father's mantle! ”

Xiang Xun smiled: "If children like to read, of course it is also a good thing." In the future, wouldn't it be wonderful if he could learn to be rich and become a pillar of the country like Prime Minister Wang Cheng? ”

Wang Pu, who was sitting on the top seat, smiled when he heard it, and the goatee who touched his chin smiled and groaned. When everyone heard this, they echoed it.

At this moment, a voice said: "There is a proposal below, why not write a poem to congratulate the general with the theme of this time and the situation at this time?" ”

Everyone followed the sound and looked, and it turned out to be Zhao Kuangyi, the younger brother of Zhao Duyu Hou, who was talking. Zhao Kuangyi's body is wide and fat, and he looks like he has grown up, but his voice is still a little childish and not completely better, so it doesn't sound as rough as the men, and his voice is a bit girly in comparison.

Zhao Kuangyi is a teenager, with fine skin and tender meat, fat people, and polite speech, completely harmless offspring of a human being. In addition, he has no status, so he can come here all thanks to his eldest brother Zhao Duyu. So everyone didn't give much face, and of course they weren't afraid of offending such a fat offspring like a scholar, and they opposed it one after another.

"What kind of poems do you write? No kidding! ”

"Haha, I'll drink, what's the ...... to write poetry?"

No one really takes Zhao Kuangyi seriously, the literati of the five generations did not have a high status, it is okay to be a civil official, isn't it a joke to be a literati without an official, it is strange that the generals want to buy it. The elder brother is a general, and it is useless, and it is not that he himself is a general.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Xun said: "Please give Xiao'er a poem to Prime Minister Wang, and I will really get a treasure!" ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately echoed Xiang Xun, Wang Pu is the prime minister of the rich and rich five cars, of course, he can write poetry...... If he suddenly becomes a poet now, wouldn't it be very uninteresting for you not to let him write?

Wang Pu is also happy today, he is really a VIP here in Xiang Xun, and he has always been touted by Xiang Xun and given high respect. He couldn't bear to refuse the kindness of Xiang Xun and the generals for a while, so he reached out and touched his chin and groaned.

This calm action immediately seemed to be telling everyone with body language: Lao Tzu is going to compose poetry!

The crowd paused for a moment and waited expectantly. But maybe some of them don't understand it at all, even if Wang Pu makes a swan song for the ages, I'm afraid he will play the piano to the cow in front of some people.

Wang Pu said: "The old man has two sentences in his heart, but the last two sentences have not been thought of for a while. Poetry is always hard to come by, and magic is always available...... You can't tell everyone to do this and wait. ”

Xiang Xun hurriedly said: "There are two sentences that are also good!" Poetry is not a text, so the more words, the better, and some people are not as good as two lines of good poetry even if they write a few dozen lines of bad poetry. ”

"It's over, it's over." Wang Pu waved his hand.

Guo Shao only discovered today that Xiang Xun is not just a general, but also very different from those martial artists who can only fight. Xiang Xunte can pat himself on the back, and he handles it very well...... While complimenting others, it is natural not to belittle yourself, which is not excessive. Even if Wang Pu knew that Xiang Xun deliberately complimented him, he would be very useful and would never contradict it; Just look at Wang Pu's expression to understand.

People can collapse in front of Taishan without changing their color, but not changing color does not mean not showing corresponding emotions in words and deeds.

Sure enough, Wang Pu slowly groaned: "The jujube flowers can become small and fruitful, and the mulberry leaves are soft and silky." ”

"Good!" Everyone cheered loudly, regardless of whether they understood it or not, and of course Guo Shao also threw himself into this joyful atmosphere and applauded.

Wang Pu waved his hand again: "Since the old man has started, everyone will chant two sentences if they have two sentences, and they should congratulate the second son of the general." This descendant, your surname is Zhao? Wang Pu looked at Zhao Kuangyi and nodded to Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Kuangyi said: "The end of Zhao Kuangyi." ”

In the midst of questions and answers, people are noisy again, who is interested in a white fat posterior to introduce himself? They all talked and laughed to themselves.

So much so that when Zhao Kuangyi was chanting poetry, even Guo Shao didn't hear what he sang clearly.

But when it was Du Yu's turn to wait for Zhao Kuangyin, the surroundings were a little quieter, even if someone was still talking and laughing loudly, they were reminded by their companions to listen temporarily. Zhao Kuangyin also made a quatrain, Guo Shao noticed that it was really not good, it was almost like a half-penniish limerick; Maybe "Song Taizu" is only good at winning the world right away, and is not good at chanting poems, or it may be that he has no mood in a hurry, after all, not everyone can write poems in seven steps like Cao Zhi. Guo Shao can't compose poems, he can copy poems, but at least he has memorized some and knows how to appreciate them, so he can still hear it.

Then it was the turn of a general, and the guy was not polite, and he opened his mouth to come: "The sun came out crimson, and the sun made the stone old ......and hard" Suddenly burst into laughter, Zhao Kuangyin shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't do it, what are you singing, at least you should have a scene!" ”

Then the generals at that table didn't do anything, and it was Guo Shao's turn to start at the table.

Guo Shao just pondered whether to copy a poem after the Song Dynasty, and just thought about which one to copy, and quickly came back to his senses. What can still be recited now must be the fine poems left behind by the precipitation of time and the great waves, I am afraid that there is no pressure to crush the talent of Wang Pu's two poems...... The problem is not that everyone believes that he has that talent, but that there is a problem in front of him: you are a military general, and you can write poetry better than the prime minister.

Since as a military general, the literary style is better than the prime minister, and the civil and military are omnipotent, what else does the prime minister do? Wang Pu doesn't know how to fight, let alone martial arts, and even his talent is not as good as a nineteen-year-old young general, isn't it very shameless?

Last time, Guo Shao was able to directly ascend to the inner hall and wait for him, and the most effective should be Wang Pu's recommendation. Although Wang Pu should be looking at Xiang Xun's face, he has always promoted you. Slap the prime minister who promoted himself in the face in public? Is it really wise......

Guo Shao can't plan to make this useless limelight, which saves trouble, and he doesn't have to think about which song is appropriate.

He was about to postpone and say no, but the guy who wrote the "Sun Drying Stone Poem" just now made a disrespectful remark, "That's it, seeing that he scratches his head and picks his back like a monkey, I'm afraid it's not as good as me." Don't waste your time! ”

Even those who have become middle-level military generals, there are always some who can't even speak. Maybe it's the reason why Guo Shao is sitting at the table below, right?

Mother|! Guo Shao suddenly sulked, and it was not good to quarrel with him in public.

Do you just put up with it? Guo Shao felt that forbearance was still bearable, after all, it was inconsequential nonsense. However, if there is no need to suffer that breath, Guo Shao's personality doesn't want to swallow it...... Why should I make myself uncomfortable and let you? You don't even know how to make limericks, so you put your anger on Lao Tzu's head, you are cool, I am not happy?

Guo Shao immediately smiled and said, "There you have it!" ”

When everyone saw him, he was a young general, and he was sitting in the general's seat, and they wanted to see him look like a foreign man at the moment. At today's banquet, what kind of poems did Zhao Kuangyi provoke, and then except for Wang Pu, it had evolved into a nonsense, and the generals looked at each other and made fun of each other's embarrassment in words.

This time it's Guo Shao's turn to make a fool of himself.

Guo Shao calmly groaned: "Little Erlang, carrying that schoolbag to school, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of wind and rain, just afraid that Mr. will scold me for being lazy, no knowledge and no shame to see my father, no knowledge and no shame to see my father!" ”

If there are military generals who can't understand Wang Pu's clever poems, there must be no one who can't understand this "poem". And such words actually came out of the mouth of Guo Shao's tall and upright young general, which is really a lot of laughter.

Everyone looked at each other, and after a while, they finally burst into laughter, leaning forward and leaning back and crying out in pain. There is one guy who is the most exaggerated, slapping the table while laughing "haha", tears are about to come out...... I'm really afraid that he will roll on the ground, how can he be embarrassed by the master's family affection?

Guo Shao waited for everyone to laugh almost when there was only the voice of "hehe", and then he smiled and said to the general who said to him just now: "The general thinks that my 'Xiao Erlang' song or your 'Sun Drying Stone Poem', which is better?" ”

The general was extremely embarrassed for a while.

Guo Shao was not afraid of offending him at all. What does it matter to the military general who opens his mouth and talks nonsense, maybe he is unhappy for a while and forgets it in a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Guo Shao found that Zhao Kuangyi, who was completely left out, had a hint of haze flashing in the eyes of his harmless white fat face. The flash of expression made Guo Shao a little surprised; But no one else noticed, only Guo Shao would pay attention to Zhao Kuangyi...... Maybe it's an illusion, after all, he's only sixteen or seventeen, and he has such a deep mind?

In any case, Guo Shao calmed down all of a sudden, and if he left a bad impression on Zhao Kuangyi as soon as he came, it might not be wise. He didn't like this fat offspring very much, but he didn't want to grudge with him too soon...... Meaningless, useless.

At that moment, Guo Shao took advantage of the fact that everyone's attention had not shifted to himself, so he said: "Let everyone laugh." I think that today's poems, in addition to Prime Minister Wang, are the most literary of the Zhao brothers. ”