The dinner was very rich, probably because the Cheng family brought a lot of good things this time, so the people of the Cui family also seemed to be more enthusiastic about the Cheng family.

After dinner, Cheng Chubi was about to go back to his room, planning to get a good night's sleep.

However, Cui Yushen mysteriously followed and pulled Cheng Chubi back.

"I said, brother, what the hell are you doing?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help asking.

"Let's go, let's talk over there, let's talk to the side." Cui Yu couldn't help but pull Cheng Chubi to a place not far away.

The sky is nearly dusk, and the sunset is reluctant to fall.

I don't know what Cui Yu and Cheng Chubi said, Cheng Chubi returned to the room, ordered someone to fetch warm water, and then cleaned it again.

At night, the oil lamps flicker.

The lanterns outside were lit even more, and in the Cui family's manor, a group of young people sat around a winding artificial stream, waiting quietly.

Cui Zhiren and the others have been waiting for a long time, and there are some young talents from the Cui family.

Cheng Chubi took a warm bath, and under the waiter of the eldest grandson Yao, he put on a white dress.

This man may not be handsome, but he must be clean.

The arrival of Cheng Chubi made many young talents of the Cui family unconvinced, and there is a saying in this world: there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

You said that you are the first genius of the Tang Dynasty, but we are not convinced.

Therefore, after dinner, everyone discussed a poetry competition.

Cheng Chubi sat in the middle of everyone, looking at the meandering stream, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He knows this kind of play, this is the 'flowing water' recorded in the Lanting Preface.

This is one of the most popular ways to play in ancient times, and those who have not played it dare not claim to be literati, especially after the interview of "Orchid Pavilion Preface", this game has flourished.

It is said that this was the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty.

"Seeing that it's almost dark, let's release the water." Cui Zhiren sat in the first place, smiled slightly, and said, "Let's start!" ”

A wooden plate is put into the stream, and there is a glass of wine in the plate, and the plate floats in the water, and whoever stops in front of him has to stand up and make a poem or a poem.

Cheng Chubi was arranged in the middle, and when everyone looked at him, they always felt that there was a hint of conspiracy in everyone's smiles, and a trace of hostility.

Cui Zhiren ordered someone to put the wooden plate into the water, only to see the plate slowly float downward, and soon came to the side of Cheng Chubi, and then stopped.

"San Lang, it is rumored that you are the first genius of the Tang Dynasty, if you can't make a good poem this time, you can't do it." Cui Zhiren smiled slightly and said: "Now that it's spring, it's better to take 'spring' as the theme, and you can come to a song first." ”

"San Lang, make a song quickly!" Cui Yu smiled slightly, and said: "Let these guys see, who is the one who really reads the book into the dog's belly!" ”

"Hmph, I'm afraid that some people are empty, right?" Someone said disdainfully.

"In previous years, I heard that the cousin of the Cheng family has always disliked reading the most."

"That's true, it is said that the whole Chang'an knows about it."

“……”

Some cousins of the Cui family whispered one after another, as if they were not optimistic about Cheng Chubi.

The relationship between Cui Yu and these brothers seems to be a little delicate.

However, it is not surprising that where there are people, there is naturally a fight.

"In that case, then I might as well be respectful." Cheng Chubi stood up, drank the wine glass, and then spoke, saying: "I don't know when I sleep in spring, I hear birds everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, and how many flowers fall." ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Cui Zhiyi nodded and said, "I didn't expect San Lang's talent to be so amazing." ”

"Go on!" Cui Zhiren said.

The plate continued to go down, and then stopped next to Cui Yu.

Cui Yu smiled smugly, picked up the cup, and drank it all.

Quiet, the whole world seems to become quiet.

Cui Yu likes to be vassal, this is known to many people in the Cui family, but the people of the Cui family also know that Cui Yu doesn't have much talent.

Doing business, he can, but studying, he's not that material!

Many people in the Cui family even secretly called him 'Cui Shangjia'!

Many people looked at Cui Yu with a hint of banter on their faces, and many people couldn't help but snicker.

Cui Yu's poetry is really bad.

"Brother, if you don't know, you can help as a brother." The sound of chuckling sounded, it was Cui Yu's half-brother.

"Brother, why don't I compose a song for you?"

"I said, big brother, if you can't, you don't need to drink this wine."

“……”

Everyone said that they were all watching a good show.

There are also big family struggles, and this kind of struggle between big families is sometimes more fierce than the royal family.

"When the moon is in the sky tonight, I'll have a poem about the moon." Cui Yu stood up and said, "Isn't it poetry?" Little Doyle! ”

Cheng Chubi looked at the sky, it was pitch black, there were no stars, what kind of moon was there, this guy was too capable of blowing.

Hearing that Cui Yu was going to make a poem, everyone couldn't help but show a trace of weirdness, this guy is not sick, right?

However, at this time, Cui Yu opened his mouth and said: "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time, the lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night, and the candle is full of mercy. ”

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, this guy was able to make such a good poem, this is simply incredible, really incredible.

"A good sentence, 'The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.'" Ah, good, good, good! Cui Zhiren stood up, laughed and said, his son is brilliant, he is naturally happy.

He didn't realize that there was no moon at all that night! The ancients were a little blind.

"Grandpa, as the so-called close to Zhu is red and close to ink is black, recently mixed with San Lang, and was infected by San Lang, so he studied diligently, and the way of poetry occasionally has one or two sentences." Cui Yu's face showed an extremely proud look.

"This is very good, my Cui family is a scholarly heirloom, even if it is a subordinate, you have to read and break words, as the son of the Cui family, you will be a master in the future." Cui Zhiren began to teach a lesson again, and Cui Yu could only nod again and again.

No way, who made him his grandfather!

The poetry meeting continued, and many children of the Cui family also made some poems.

These people have been educated since childhood, and poetry is naturally still possible, although it is decent, but it is also rare. If it weren't for the fact that Cheng Chubi was from the next generation, it is estimated that he really can't compare to these people.

The ancients were very talented.

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