But in a moment, the red sun in the sky disappeared, and a gloomy scene shrouded the heavens and the earth. Yang Shiqi and Yang Rong looked up and said that it was going to snow, and the others laughed amusefully.

Some say that this snow and red plum is just the right time, some say that Ruixue Zhaofeng will be a good harvest every year, and some shake their heads and sigh about the poor people in the city at this time, and some people say that the transportation is inconvenient...... In short, it is just a snow word that has not yet fallen, which makes the atmosphere at this time really lively.

Zhang Yue had already seen the red plum forest from a distance at this time. Separated by a low wall, but I saw countless rouge-like red plums shining there, revealing a different kind of spirit in this solemn winter. It was only when he got closer to see that the back garden was full of plum trees, and the red plums were blooming on the branches, and a howling cold wind blew, and countless petals were scattered in dust, but they still exuded a bright red brilliance.

At this time, at first, the Fujian Wanshi Festival, which laughed and said that he and others signed the name of Eryang, picked up a red plum and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff it gently, and then said with a smile: "This red plum blossoms so gorgeously, but there is no snow to support it, but it is a pity to fall in the mud." No wonder there was a word cloud on the day of the release, scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant. ”

At this time, everyone else had already arrived in the pavilion, Zhang Yue fell at the end, just when he heard this, he smiled in his heart: "What's the pity, although this falling flowers are scattered into mud, but Ze is a piece of land, and next year it can bloom more colorful red plums." Moreover, this red plum is not blown off by the cold wind at the moment, and there will always be a day when it will wither, in this case, what is the difference between morning and evening? ”

That Wan Shijie just sighed casually, but he didn't expect Zhang Yue to speak, and he was stunned for a moment before laughing and said: "Well said, well said, I'm in love!" Everything in the world has withered glory, so why bother demanding the glory of a lifetime. I can't imagine that you are young at the Yuan Festival, but you can think about it. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly lowered his voice, squeezed his eyebrows and said: "Everyone gathered together today for the purpose of Huiwen, since they are here in Merlin, most of them are some old things like Yongmei Yongxue." There are countless such poems throughout the ages, and there is nothing new about them. It's just that you're new here, and those guys are going to have to pull you on the head, so you have to be prepared. ”

Seeing that Wan Shijie entered the pavilion with his hands behind his back, Zhang Yue smiled bitterly and followed, and took stock of the famous Yongxue Yongmei in his heart, and then was stunned to find that in this era, the two songs he could remember were all Grandpa Mao's amazing works. Since he was reborn to the present, except for the time of the tea union, he has not carried out the great cause of plagiarism, and at this time he has to calculate that if he doesn't tighten the meeting, he will throw bricks and lead jade to make a song, and if someone really wants to run it, then he can only be thick-skinned.

At this time, the snowflakes were gradually drifting outside, and the wind was a little stronger, and there were servants in the pavilion who had already prepared charcoal stove tea, and put a wind fence around it, and the cold was reduced a lot. Yang Shiqi and Yang Rong are both cabinet ministers, although they work weekdays, they have a good stomach and bones when they are free, but they don't feel cold, and they all take off their cranes to avoid the snow. Therefore, it was not easy for the other scholars to sit in their arms in this situation, and as soon as the coat was taken off, there were a large number of large cloaks and furs on the hands of the servants around them.

Zhang Yue was frightened by Yang Rong's words when he was on the road just now, but he didn't pay attention to what kind of clothes others were. After paying a little attention at this time, he found that the azure velvet cloak was nothing at all, after all, in the Gusu area, this velvet was the best to find. And those mink cranes, gray fox furs, silver rats robes...... They are all quite luxurious, but the Wanshi Festival is a homely old clothes, and there is no way to take them off at this time, but instead of looking at the face, he talks and laughs as usual.

"Come over on the metaverse."

Seeing Yang Shiqi beckoning, Zhang Yue hurriedly stepped forward, but saw that a blank piece of paper had been spread out on the desk over there, and a child was grinding ink next to him. He was a little strange, but he heard Yang Rong smile and said: "You are Brother Yishan's proud disciple, and this ability to make poetry is about to be inherited from him, so we won't let you show it." Today you are a newcomer and the youngest, and the matter of transcribing the poems will be entrusted to you. If it's all good poems, maybe you can send them for printing. ”

This transcription has always been a bitter man, and when he heard this, everyone else laughed easily, and Wan Shijie even threw a sympathetic look at Zhang Yue. And Zhang Yue smiled and sat down after the case, but he muttered in his heart. He didn't expect to be a blockbuster here, but Yang Rong said that Du Zhen's mastery of poetry made him very strange. You must know that he worshiped under Du Zhen's door for four whole years, but he never listened to this teacher's poetry, and his knowledge was solid.

Since they are in a red and glamorous plum forest, the title is inseparable from Yongmei, and Yang Shiqi and Yang Rong are not limited to rhyme, and poetry is acceptable. Their best judgment sat there, and Zhang Yue, the only one who didn't know the roots, was in charge of copying there, and others didn't show their talents to the fullest, and they racked their brains to break out of the encirclement from the thousands of ancient famous sentences.

After only a while, Zhang Yue copied two poems on paper.

"Every flower meets the plum in the old garden, and the snow covers the cold mountain path. The bright moon is sad, and the two are similar, and a plain shadow is waiting for the cold to come. ”

"Hao's lonely fang presses the vulgar branches, and it is unbearable to copy the cloud branches. Everything has never been too high, no wonder the plum blossoms are hanging on the ground. ”

Compared with the poems with majestic artistic conception in the Tang Dynasty, these two poems are only in the middle of the peace, and now the scientific examination does not test the poetry trail, so Er Yang, as a judge, naturally will not be nitpicky, but just commented on two sentences at will. However, Yang Shiqi saw that the others were still thinking about it, so he smiled and glanced at Zhang Yue, who was copying, and saw that the handwriting was upright and round, and it was by no means achieved overnight, but there was some charm of the Shen brothers' calligraphy in it, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, so he gently pulled Yang Rong's sleeve.

"Mian Ren, look."

Yang Rong glanced at it, and immediately asked with a smile: "Did Yuan Festival come to the calligraphy of the Great Shen Scholar?" ”

Zhang Yue, who was concentrating on copying, heard this question, so he stopped writing and replied: "At the beginning, Mr. Du once said that Xiao Shen practiced calligraphy on the wall, saying that this could exercise arm strength, so I practiced at home for two years, and I did come to Master Shen's "Four Proverbs". Mr. said that seeing words is like seeing people, so in addition to learning, he also strictly urged me to practice calligraphy. ”

"Sure enough, it's Du Yishan's style!" Yang Rong didn't feel dumb at this time, picked up the inky white paper and looked at it again, and then sighed with emotion, "The emperor loves the words of Bachelor Shen the most, and the grandson of the emperor often comes to Bachelor Shen's posts." Even Brother Shiqi and I used to take great pains with this word in the past. ”

"Master, master!"

As soon as the words fell, a shouting voice was heard in the distance. It didn't take long to see the housekeeper Yang Zhong stumbling along the path and running up the steps in three or two steps.

"The Emperor...... The emperor arrived with the imperial grandson and had already entered the ...... Entered the second door! ”

Zhang Yue was really stunned at this time - said Cao Cao, this Cao Cao actually arrived?

PS: Second Update...... Keep asking for recommendation votes, well, the Yongle Emperor is about to appear......

I recommend a new book "Angry Firmament", ISBN 1277730. It seems that I am not the first person to recommend it, Khan, but it is indeed a very feeling article, just look at so many great gods' recommendations ^_^