Chapter 6: Poetry on the spot

At this time, Yang Xingmi was talking and laughing with Zhu Jin and drinking, and when he heard the sound, he put down his wine glass and frowned, "Wu'er can also compose poems, is this possible?" It can't be that Madame deliberately said this to squeeze Wu'er, right? ”

He is very clear about his wife's thoughts, and he must want Yang Wu to lose face in front of the generals. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info is very dissatisfied with Yang Wu's son, but he is the eldest son after all, and when the other sons are still young, he is afraid that he will inherit his position in the future is still this eldest son, so Yang Xingmi does not want him to lose face in front of the generals.

"Wu'er is still young, where do you know how to compose poetry. Madame still don't let him make jokes. Yang Xingmi intends to cover up Mrs. Zhu's proposal,

Unexpectedly, Zhu Guangde also stood up at this time, only to see him bow to Yang Xingmi and say, "Uncle, what my aunt said is very true, just now my cousin said that he made a few good poems, which many people have heard, and I think my cousin has really made progress recently." Uncle might as well let his cousin chant in public, so as to show his literary brilliance. ”

"Wu'er did say that she had written a few good poems just now, and the concubine didn't dare to talk nonsense, and the maids around her also heard it." Mrs. Zhu also added.

"Could it be that Wu Er is really enlightened, what good poems have you really done?"

Seeing that both of them said so, and Mrs. Zhu's maidservants who were standing on the side also nodded one after another, Yang Xingmi was a little suspicious.

"Wu'er, is what your cousin said true? You must know that many civil and military forces are here now, if you lie to yourself, or if the poems you make are not reasonable, your father will not be able to spare you! A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Xingmi's eyes, but he asked inconspicuously on his face, thought about it, and added, "If you drank and lost your words before, and now admit it to your face, your father will not blame you."

He knew that Yang Wu had never been a poet, and he might not even be able to distinguish between ordinary and mediocre, but now he said that he would recite the poems he wrote in public, so he couldn't help but doubt it. In order to avoid him making a big joke, he wanted him to admit that he was drinking and gaffe, and he didn't criticize a few words without pain, and then covered up the past.

Li Shenfu and the others were also very surprised, they had already heard that Yang Xingmi, the eldest son, was a man who could not write or skill. I heard that he could compose poetry, but everyone didn't believe it.

"Judging from a certain family, the eldest son must have lost his words after drinking, after all, he is still young and can't drink more." Li Shenfu was the first to stand up and speak, and nodded to Yang Wu, who was sitting at the end of the seat, with a smile.

"Yes, yes, the eldest son must have drunk too much." Other generals also chimed in.

Dai Yougui saw that the scene present was a little stiff, and he had the intention to liven up the atmosphere, so he got up and proposed: "The eldest son lost his words after drinking, so don't pursue it." But Madame is right, I'm too bored just drinking, come on, let's have a drinking order to liven up the atmosphere. ”

Wang Maozhang and other generals heard that it was something about dancing and writing, and hurriedly waved their hands and said: "If it doesn't work, it's not okay, my old Wang is not good at this drinking order." This is all your scribe's business, and we martial artists can't do it. ”

On the side, Zhu Jin said with a smile: "That's it, I'm waiting for the martial artist to be coarse and well-versed in literature and ink, so I'll just be a helper, and Mr. Dai, Mr. Gao, Mr. Yan, Judge Zhou and other scribes will consider a sentence, how about reciprocal reconciliation with each other?" By the way, Commander Xu, I heard that you have read a lot of books, and this drinking order is definitely not a problem, you can be counted as one. ”

Xu Wen said with a smile, "I can't do it, this wine order is still Mr. Gao's business." However, General Zhu, there have always been rumors in our Huainan Army, saying that you are famous for your good lance, and General Mi Zhicheng is famous for good shooting, and now that General Mi is not here, why don't you let General Zhu put on a show for everyone? ”

Everyone came up with ideas and wanted to find a way to liven up the atmosphere, but no one mentioned the matter of letting Yang Wu chant poetry in public. Even if Yang Wu has the heart to show off in public at the moment, he can't find a good opportunity for a while.

Fortunately, at this time, Zhu Guangde was a little anxious, he finally found an opportunity to make Yang Wu ugly in front of the generals, but now he saw that everyone was ready to cover up the past, how could this work?

"Uncle, my cousin hasn't drunk a drop of wine today, and a few people at my table can prove it. And it's rare for my cousin to write good poems, so how can he not recite them for everyone to hear? After all, Zhu Guangde is still young and acts too impatiently, and he knows that it is going to be bad as soon as he says this.

Everyone present could hear what Yang Xingmi meant, so everyone wanted to help Yang Wu cover up the past, but now you have to mention it, isn't this a slap in the face of Yang Xingmi in public?

Sure enough, Yang Xingmi's face sank immediately when he heard this, and his heart was furious. Feelings, do you just want to make Wu'er's fame stink?

Before Yang Xingmi could say anything, Zhu Guangde saw Yang Xingmi's face and already knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly added.

"Uncle, my nephew also made a small poem a few days ago, although it is not very smooth, and now he is willing to recite it in public, making everyone laugh." After saying that, Zhu Guangde raised his head and recited.

The wind stirs the sky and the bones are cold, and the light is bright in the dawn.

There is no bird shadow in the rivers and lakes, and the sound of breaking bamboo is heard in the rock valley.

There are many similarities in the nests, and Lu Qi is generally flat.

The boy in the robe said coldly, and there was a woodcutter who walked on his feet.

After reciting, Zhu Guangde bowed to everyone reservedly and said, "This is a poem made by the boy watching the snow scene when it snowed last winter. ”

"Well, a good poem indeed! Using the method of side description, people are outside, but they also feel the cold in the snow! Gao Mian twisted his beard and commented with a smile, and several other scribes also praised it again and again.

Hearing everyone's praise, Zhu Guangde's face became even more complacent, he saluted everyone, and glanced at Yang Wu provocatively, "Cousin, just now for my brother I have already thrown bricks and recited a poem I wrote before, presumably my cousin will not hesitate to let my brother see your poems, right?" ”

His poem is indeed good, but it was not written by himself, but by the poet Du Xunhe. This Du Xunhe is a Jinshi of the Tang Dynasty, and now he is under the command of Xuanzhou Assassin Shi Tianyu, and the poem he made a few months ago in Shouzhou did not want to be listened to by Zhu Guangde, so he recited it in public at this time, pretending to be his own. Originally, he didn't dare to do this in public, but he said the wrong thing before, so he had to do it in order to save the scene. Fortunately, Du Xunhe's poem has not yet been circulated, and as long as he finds a way to remedy it in the future, it is not a big problem.

Yang Wu was angry at the moment, although he did have the intention to take advantage of this opportunity to be in the limelight, but no matter how you look at it, it is ill-intentioned.

"Since you're so shameless, then don't blame me for slapping your face! Before, I was worried about how to find an opportunity to show my face in front of everyone and brush up on my prestige, but now, the opportunity has come. Since you want to be in the limelight, then simply make a big show, so that everyone present will remember you from now on, not only Yang Xingmi's eldest son, but also a good poem. ”

Thinking of this, Yang Wu stood up and said, "Father, uncles, the kid did say that he wanted to recite a poem in public before, and now he will recite it for everyone, please appreciate it!" ”

"Peaches are planted in the south and north, and the east wind blows several feet high.

The branches are wilted and the flowers are rotten, and the beautiful brocade is a thousand and two pavilions.

The clear ditch rises and the spring green surrounds, looking down at the red shadow and moving the fishing boat.

Pantiao Langfang is afraid of the sun, and he has seen the hair in the snow.

The immortals love the apricot and make the tiger guard, and it will be the hand of Qiao Su for a hundred years.

I decay and decay, and the worm eats the root for a long time.

Yao Chi is absolutely unmistakable, and it is more worth spending time and chasing wine.

Can you get drunk with you? ”

As soon as the recitation was finished, everyone present, whether they understood the poem or not, applauded, and the scribes were even more amazed.

"Can you get drunk with a good sentence?! I didn't expect the eldest son to have such literary talents" Dai Yougui first stood up and applauded loudly, he really didn't expect that this poem not only has a far-reaching charm, but also is extremely suitable for the occasion. ”

The others also echoed it, and even those martial artists applauded.

This poem was written by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty, although he is not very famous, he happens to be a poem to persuade wine, and it is more appropriate to use it at the banquet at this moment.

Yang Xingmi's face couldn't help but be overjoyed, although he didn't care at all about whether his eldest son could write poetry, all he cared about was whether his son would have the ability to inherit his position in the future, but Yang Wu had such literary talent, and he was also honored to be a father.

That Zhu Guangde was about to belittle loudly after he finished reciting, but now when he heard it, he was immediately speechless, and his heart was in a hurry, the sweat on his forehead was dripping down, and it took a while before he shouted loudly, "Impossible, this poem is definitely not written by your cousin, by the way, you must be plagiarizing other people's poems!" ”

"It's not me who made the poem, but you who wrote it?" Yang Wu's face sank, and he stared at Zhu Guangde.

"This ...... Although I didn't do it, it definitely wasn't done by you, because cousin, you don't have this level at all, otherwise I've never seen you compose poems on weekdays. Zhu Guangde retorted loudly.

His words are still convincing, what kind of person Yang Wu was in the past, everyone has heard of it, and now when I hear him say this, I have some doubts in my heart. After Yang Xingmi calmed down at this time, he felt a little unbelieving in his heart.

"Wu'er, you made this poem yourself, and you didn't steal it from others?" Yang Xingmi put down the wine glass in his hand, sat up straight and asked.

"Of course, it was written by children, and among the people that children see on weekdays, there are only a few scribes who can compose poems, and if the father does not believe it, he can ask everyone present to see if anyone has heard this poem before."

Of course, Yang Wu can't admit it at the moment, besides, as long as he doesn't admit it, no one can know that he has plagiarized, even if everyone doubts it in their hearts, there will be no evidence.

"Well, it's true that I've never heard this poem before. Mr. Yan, have you heard it before? Gao Mian asked.

"No, I've never heard of it."

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Listening to the eldest son's affirmative response, everyone present also said that they had never heard this poem before, and Yang Xingmi was also relieved, on such an important occasion, if it was really discovered that someone else was using other people's poems in public, I was afraid that his son's reputation would be over.