Chapter 011 Qujiang Chishang Poetry Wine Banquet (5)

With the theme of willow, it is ordinary. In the Tang Dynasty, the wind and flowers and snow and the moon prevailed, and the literati and scholars mostly used Yongliu to express their affection. In this way, it is a very routine and ordinary poetry topic.

The onlookers applauded. Zhang Xuan stood there but was secretly exposed, and his heart was too white, too vulgar, and too level. Look at this posture, where is this scholar's literati meeting friends with poetry, it is purely a "spice" for the noble lady in front of him to relieve boredom and have fun.

However, the thought was fleeting. He didn't come today to participate in the poetry fight to be in the limelight, but to have other plans. After the poem, there was a pure wine banquet, whether it was a guest who was qualified to enter the banquet or not, even if it was a servant, they could indulge in a drink at the subsequent free banquet, and naturally there were people from Mrs. Qiuguo to arrange the reception.

Drinking was not the goal, but in the Tang Dynasty, the people were open, and this kind of scribe gathering, accompanied by a drink, was often accompanied by a discussion of state affairs, regardless of whether they had an official status or not, they could speak freely - Zhang Xuan was waiting for this opportunity.

As for the title of the poem, it basically has nothing to do with him, just patiently observe.

Whether it was the sitting VIPs or the scholars and ladies standing in the outer circle, they all set their eyes on the weeping willows that were swaying in the wind on the bank of Qujiang Pond, frowning and groaning.

Zhang Xuan's corner of his eyes found that Xu Wenbin, who was not far from his side, was also scratching his ears and cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel funny when he couldn't immediately chant a shocking work to show it in front of people, so that he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop.

Memory tells him that what this person lacks most is talent, and what he lacks most is the crooked way of seeking pleasure. This kind of straw bale actually wants to perform in an occasion where the scribes gather, which really makes Zhang Xuan disdainful.

Xu Wenbin was scratching his head, and suddenly saw Zhang Xuan throwing a sneer at him with a smile, and couldn't help but be furious.

He himself is an uneducated "hooligan", but how much stronger is Zhang Xuan than him? You're worse than Lao Tzu...... Xu Wenbin smiled coldly and glared at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan pouted and smiled, and turned his head away.

Xu Wenbin immediately became angry, and immediately strode over and scolded Zhang Xuan in a low voice, "Zhang Xuan thief, are you laughing at a certain family?" ”

The corners of Zhang Xuan's mouth twitched, and he said lightly, "Where did Second Master Xu come from?" I have always heard that the second son is erudite and talented, and he knows everything about poetry, and today Mrs. Yu Guo takes Yongliu as the theme, which must be the right appetite for the second son. Xiao Ke is waiting for his son's masterpiece, how dare he laugh? ”

"You ......" Xu Wenbin immediately blushed. To say that he is so prodigal and erudite is simply a wonderful and cruel mockery. But Zhang Xuan's attitude was calm, scolding people and not spitting out bones, although Xu Wenbin hated it in his heart, he didn't dare to attack on the spot.

In the occasion of Mrs. Qiuguo, he did not dare to mess around. If he disturbs Mrs. Qiuguo's interest, he will not be able to eat and walk around. Don't look at him as the son of Dali Siqing, but in the eyes of Mrs. Yuguo, he is simply a little ant and not worth mentioning.

"Little thief, let's see! I want to see how you die! Xu Wenbin stomped his feet hatefully, gritted his teeth and walked away.

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Seeing that everyone was thinking quietly, Mrs. Qiu Guo leaned back on the soft couch delicately and lazily, and waved her hand behind her. A graceful dancer stepped forward lightly and danced to the sound of soft and gentle music.

After a song, the dance also stops.

After the dancers retreated, Cui Huan stood up with a smile indifferently, bowed to Mrs. Qiuguo, and said loudly, "Madam, the little student Cui Huan has the courage to throw bricks and lead the jade." ”

Mrs. Qiu Guo looked at Cui Huan with a smile, nodded and said, "The little brother of the Cui family is a student of Wang Majie, and his reputation is all over Chang'an, and even the saint and the concubine have heard of it...... Well, the slave family will listen to your masterpiece. ”

Wang Wei, who was sitting on the side, finally had a gentle smile on his face, and he looked at his proud protégé and nodded lightly.

With the support of his teacher, Cui Huan got up proudly, strode into the field, leaned over to pick up the pen on the pre-prepared bookcase, groaned slightly, and waved the pen.

After writing, Cui Huan held the paper in both hands, smiled, and handed it to the little servant in Mrs. Qiuguo's mansion who was standing on the side.

The little guy held Cui Huan's new work with the fragrance of ink, and respectfully handed it to Yang Qian, the captain of the horse who was sitting next to Mrs. Yu Guo and acted as a "poetry referee" at today's banquet.

Yang Qi is the cousin of Yang Guifei, married to Princess Taihua, the daughter of the current emperor Li Longji.

It is said that the relationship between the old Yang family and the old Li family is really chaotic, the younger sister married Lao Tzu, but the elder brother married a daughter, which is equivalent to the younger sister becoming the elder brother again. And if you count back to the beginning, Yang Yuhuan once married Shouwang Li Mao...... It's really chaotic.

This is also the Tang Dynasty, which has an extremely open atmosphere, and it is impossible for any dynasty or era to have such a high-sounding chaos and incest.

Having said that, this also represents the unique charm of the towering Datang.

Yang Qi coughed dryly twice, held the shelf, looked at Cui Huan's poems and chanted loudly, "Zhejiang Willow - once planted Yang Willow Qujiang Pond, and the imperial capital had two springs." Remembering the bank of the Qingqing River, I don't know who it is. ”

"Good poetry. If a certain guess is not wrong, Cui Gongzi's poem is a work of borrowing things to express love and remembering friends who left Beijing in his early years. True temperament, true talent, the name of the three heroes of Chang'an is indeed worthy of its name. After Yang Qi finished singing, Dr. Guozi Huang Ming couldn't help but applaud.

Qiu Wei also smiled, and turned sideways to Wang Weidao, "Brother Maha, Cui Huan's poem is quite intentional about the neatness of the battle, not bad......"

Wang Wei smiled silently. Although he was quite satisfied, because he was his own student on the face, he was naturally more reserved as a teacher, and it was not easy to applaud publicly.

And the other dignitaries and celebrities here also nodded in approval.

Cui Huan is not only talented, but also has a superior family background, and is also talented and elegant, and has always been very prestigious in Chang'an Shilin. He threw bricks and bricks in this way, although it did not cause a full house, but it also made a good start.

Although Yang Qi is proficient in poetry, his attainments are still much worse than those of today's celebrities such as Huang Ming. Seeing that Wang Wei, Huang Ming and others applauded, Yang Qi did not hesitate to give Cui Huan a face, so he also echoed and smiled, "What I said is very true, Cui Gongzi's work is very wonderful, very wonderful, and can be called superior." ”

In fact, Cui Huan's poem is decent, although it is also sincere, but it is not too brilliant.

Cui Huan smiled loudly, "The teachers and elders have won the award, but Cui Huanshi doesn't dare to take it." ”

With that, Cui Huan returned to his seat satisfied. No matter how calm and introverted he is, he is still in his 20s, where are young people, especially talented young people, not strong and competitive?

Seeing Cui Huan begging for a color head and showing his face greatly, Xiao Fu couldn't sit still as he sat there. The three of them are all "Chang'an Three Heroes", and they are like-minded poets and friends, but in fact, the relationship is not harmonious, and they compete with each other behind their backs, trying to step on each other's shoulders and climb up.

The so-called literati are light on each other, and the old saying is honest and does not deceive others.

It's just that Cui Huan has a bright and upright personality, is full of bookishness, and is willing to be in the open if he has "scheming", while Xiao Fu and Chen He are gloomy and a little sinister and sophisticated, and they are very attentive to disguise kung fu.

That's the difference.