Chapter 012 Qujiang Chishang Poetry Banquet (6)

As soon as Xiao Fu thought of this, he immediately got up and walked to the middle of the field, and said, "Madam, all the adults and seniors, Xiao Ke also has an occasional work, and please correct it." ”

After speaking, Xiao Fu also wrote it on his desk, and then entrusted the little servant to pass it to Yang Qian.

"The willows on the embankment - weeping willows are ten thousand silks, and the summer comes to weave goodbye. The place where the pedestrian climbs is when the concubine breaks her intestines. ”

After Yang Jian finished groaning, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiao Fu is young and talented, and he is suave, quite like Xiao Fuma's style back then." is a simple willow question, and it is also a loss that Xiao Fu can make such a poem of love and concubine. ”

As soon as Yang Qi made such an evaluation, everyone present laughed loudly.

Qiu Wei raised his eyebrows disapprenously, he felt that Xiao Fu's poem was too frivolous, but Yang Jian had already praised it, so he couldn't say anything more.

Mrs. Yu Guo raised her eyes, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "I don't want Xiao Furen to be a big ghost, not only is he talented, but he is also a veteran in this flower." The place where the pedestrian climbs is when the concubine breaks her intestines - oops, I don't know which little beauty of the Xiao family has caused her to break her heart? ”

"Tell me about the slaves?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

In fact, the literati prostitutes in the Tang Dynasty were not ugly, but elegant. It's just that the talented prostitute is called true elegance, and those who don't learn the art are happy to do this, so they become a real gentleman, just like Zhang Xuan before.

Xiao Fu smiled lightly, did not explain, and once again gave Mrs. Yu Guo a deep salute.

Mrs. Yu Guo stared at the handsome and interesting little Langjun in front of her, her heart was happy, and she couldn't help laughing insolently, and only after half a sound did she cover her mouth and wave her sleeves, "Okay, the slave family will also come to have fun and help out." Hua Niang, appreciating this Xiao family's little Langjun and a little beautiful girl, it can be regarded as a fun. ”

A servant woman behind Mrs. Qiu Guo bowed down, turned around and casually pointed to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old handsome maid, the waiter's face changed, but she didn't dare to say anything, and immediately obediently lowered her head and walked to the back of Xiao Fu's seat, standing silent.

Xiao Fu was stunned, but he didn't expect Mrs. Qiu Guo to be so funny. But although he didn't think so, he didn't dare to refuse in person, so he had to bow down again and thank him and then retreat.

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"Yijiang willow - swaying and blowing, the embankment is soft. Who is strong and knows, weak and difficult to sustain. Learn to dance and turn your sleeves, and make up the leaves and raise your eyebrows. How to climb and fold, Huaiyou inscribed a poem again. ”

After Cui Huan and Xiao Fu, Chen He, the grandson of **** Lie, another of the three heroes of Chang'an, was naturally not willing to be subordinate, and also got up to compose a poem, which immediately aroused repeated applause from everyone present.

This time the poems, the three heroes of Chang'an went into battle one after another, and even won the lottery. greatly mobilized the atmosphere of the scene, and several young scholars also had the courage to recite poems one after another, although the poems in a hurry were not brilliant, compared to Cui Huan and the three of them, they still won applause.

Mrs. Qiu Guo was in high spirits, and she offered rewards one after another, anyway, she had prepared a lot of prizes today, and she came completely prepared. The quality of the poem is not the key, but the key is to have fun and feel comfortable. For the sake of happiness, she also spared a little money.

Zhang Xuan stood on the periphery, smiling faintly and watching a group of young scholars compete to fight poetry to show off the limelight, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker. Tang is a country of poetry, and Yeshi said that even the peddlers and pawns can chant two lines of poetry sourly, and although there are exaggerated elements in the field, it is not too outrageous.

He had no intention, but unexpectedly, Xu Wenbin, a caring person on the side, stood there and looked at him smiling and chanting, and gritted his teeth, Xu Wenbin suddenly shouted loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, Zhang Xuan, the third son of Zhangfu, is a famous family, I heard that he is erudite and talented, and he has a legacy of Zhang Xiang. ”

"That's, that's, Zhang Xiaogongzi has only learned people, he should have a song!"

"Zhang Xiangcai is world-famous, how can the third son be left behind? Isn't it true that everyone said? ”

As soon as Xu Wenbin's words fell, several of his companions echoed them with interest. Immediately, many young scholars with ulterior motives also shouted with bad intentions, and the scene became a mess.

No one could hear that Xu Wenbin was trying to tease and mock Zhang Xuan, but there were still many people who followed and coaxed, ready to watch Zhang Xuan's laughter. Something has happened to the Zhang family at present, and there are not a few people who want to fall into the ground.

In an instant, everyone's eyes on and off the field were focused on Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xu Wenbin coldly.

Xu Wenbin laughed strangely, and said in his heart, the thief of the Zhang family, aren't you laughing at a certain family, and today you will treat others in the way of others, and make you a big ugly!

What the public sees is not what everyone wants.

Zhang Xuan's trip to Qujiang today is mainly to seek an important breakthrough in the crisis of the Zhang family, and he did not participate in the poetry fight to make his personal limelight. Because there are priorities, it is far more important to resolve the family crisis than to be in the limelight personally. He is reluctant to make a fuss until his goal is achieved.

But the plan is far less fast than the change, just like Zhang Jiuming and Zhang Jiugao did not listen to his advice and suddenly rushed to join Li Linfu. He had no intention, but he was pushed to the front of the stage.

Zhang Xuan knew in his heart that at such a time, Xu Wenbin's malicious provocation was one thing, and if he cowered, it would be another.

If it's still the same Zhang Fuxuan, it's just a matter of showing his ugliness, because his reputation is already very bad; But the gentleman has become a thing of the past, and now Zhang Xuan has his own dignity!

If he doesn't take this step, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Chang'an and Datang in the future, and he will really be completely reduced to a stinky **** where everyone shouts and stays away, and there will be no more days to turn over.

In that case, what are you waiting for? On the other hand, this is not an excellent time to correct your reputation!

When the judgment is constantly disturbed. As a modern scholar and former officialdom, Zhang Xuan has a resolute and resolute temperament, and once he decides, he will never drag his feet.

As soon as he thought of this, he settled down, walked forward indifferently, and floated into the arena under the attention of everyone.

"Meet Madame! Greetings, Lords. Zhang Xuan's expression was calm, first bowed to Mrs. Qiuguo, and then behaved in a measured manner.

Mrs. Qiu's slender willow eyebrows were lightly raised, and she turned back to Yang Jian beside her with a smile and whispered, "Third brother, this is Zhang Xuan, the prodigal son of Zhang Jiuling's family?" A very handsome little brother, so dignified, how did he make a prodigal reputation? ”

Yang Qian shook his head and smiled silently. He hadn't seen Zhang Xuan before, but he had only heard a little about how unbearable Zhang Jiuling's youngest son was.

Wang Wei also stared at Zhang Xuan with some curiosity. Somehow, Zhang Xuan's gaze projected on, making the current literary leader suddenly have a very deep and strange feeling in his heart, as if he had been seen through, for Wang Wei, this is an unprecedented feeling.

Qiu Wei shook his head secretly and sighed, he had contacted Zhang Xuan twice in Zhang's Mansion, and he knew and knew very well what kind of guy this boy in front of him was. It is even more painful, Zhang Jiuling's generation of famous ministers and celebrities are talented and famous all over the world, but they have given birth to such an uncompetitive gentleman!

Xu Wenbin and others outside the court didn't expect Zhang Xuan to really have the courage to play. If you cower because you're a clown, but if you can't make a poem or chant a poem that doesn't make sense, you're a big clown.

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