Lin Chong turned his head to say hello to Yu Chu'er, and said apologetically: "There is a little maid waiting for you, and I will compose a poem for you to give first." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Don't worry, Miss is fine now, then Lin Gongzi will come quickly."

Yu Chu'er's eyes were shining, and she saluted Lin Chong and said, she noticed that Lin Chong was talking about composing poems, not chanting poems, and he had to give them to all talents, which means that this Lin Gongzi is a poet and has self-confidence?

Not only Yu Chu'er, but even Huan Yi also looked at Lin Chong dumbfounded, he originally thought that Lin Chong would take out "Wangjiangnan" at most, but he didn't expect that now he would compose a poem, and he would give it to all the scribes.

He didn't believe that Brother Lin would casually compose a limerick poem, since he said so, it was obviously meant to mean something, maybe he wanted to slap his face with poetry.

Sure enough, I saw Lin Chong walk directly to the side of a low table, picked up the brush, this literati set up a wine meeting, naturally ready pen, ink, paper and inkstone at any time, there were originally two people sitting on the low table, with a look of wanting to see Lin Chong ugly and sarcastic, at this time he was stunned, and hurriedly let go of the position.

Lin Chong dipped in ink, and the pen paused in mid-air for two seconds, as if he was conceiving a poem, and everyone's eyes widened, wanting to see what kind of poem this vulgar military man could write.

Huan Yi was originally a little angry when he saw this group of clowns, but at this time he only felt pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly followed; Yu Chu'er was also very curious, and followed together, and Huan Yi stood on both sides of the left and right, Lin Chong muttered for three or four seconds, and the pen fell: "I just saw the crabs that you are eating, and a song "Crab Song" is given to you!" ”

Everyone was shocked, Nima, this guy actually wanted to make a poem on the spot, or "Crab Song", did he still want to use the poem to satirize us and scold us for being crabs?

The talented people wanted to see what Lin Chong could write, but they couldn't let go of their faces, so they had to stand in place, you look at me, I look at you, don't mention how ugly your face is, fortunately, Yu Chu'er watched from the side, and after a while, read out what Lin Chong wrote sentence by sentence.

"Gui Ai Tongyin sits and lifts, and Bianjing salivates and looks forward to Chongyang."

Gu Pengzhen and Zha Huairen glanced at each other, with a disapproving expression on their faces: It's very common, but it's rare to come from the hands of a vulgar soldier.

"There is no longitude and latitude on the road in front of you, and the sky is black and yellow."

As soon as the second couplet of the poetic eye came out, Gu Pengzhen and Zha Huairen, who just thought it was nothing more than this, instantly changed their faces.

It's too vicious! Isn't this Nima swearing?

"The wine is not cleansed, and chrysanthemum is used, and the sexual anti-accumulation cold ginger is fixed."

At this time, all the talents and Jinshi had already reacted, this was a satirical poem, and it seemed that they were the ones who were scolding, and they all chuckled in their hearts, and couldn't help frowning, their faces were like their father and mother had just died.

Nima, didn't you say that this guy was just a vulgar soldier, but just listened to You Fang's old way chant a poem? How can you make such a satirical poem with such a spicy writing and scathing words?

What's even more depressing is that I can't fight back after being scolded, because in front of so many Oiran girls, people didn't recruit us or provoke us, we were pestered to let this guy write poetry, and now he has been slapped in the face with poetry, who can blame it!

"What's the benefit of ending the kettle today? Yuepu is empty of grass and millet incense. ”

After Yu Chu'er finished reading the last couplet, the audience was already silent and the needle drop could be heard, and the faces of all the talented people had been turned into pig liver color, and their eyes were full of resentment, and they wanted to have a seizure but they didn't dare to come out first.

Otherwise, when people say that I am talking about crabs and not you, why are you in such a hurry to associate it with yourself, wouldn't it become a scolding?

What made them even more depressed was that all this was forced by themselves Lin Chong to beg, unless any of the talented people present could write another poem on the spot and beat their faces back, otherwise if this matter spread today, this ugliness would be big.

But everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but no one has this confidence.

"Okay, what a good poem, what a poem!"

When the talented people were speechless with sad faces, and the people of the Qing Dynasty were amazed, and the hall was silent, a loud voice sounded suddenly, Lin Chong hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw a little fat man with a shiny and pink face there patting a fan and applauding loudly.

This person is thirty years old, wearing a red and yellow Shu brocade robe, wearing a purple saro scarf, and a red peony flower on his sideburns.

Damn, isn't this stupid? Can't you see that I'm cursing?

It is said that in Lin Chong's previous life, although he was a family of workers since his grandfather, he had to follow the wishes of the two old men and study mechanical engineering.

But before going to college, Lin Cong was actually half a literary and artistic youth, I don't know how many poems and songs he memorized, and the four famous works were also turned over by him, of course, "Dream of Red Mansions" was the least favorite.

But in Dream of Red Mansions, which I only read hastily, I have a deep memory of this "Song of Crabs", because this is a satirical poem that satirizes people without dirty words, and the words are sharp but easy to understand.

Lin Chong thinks that this "Crab Song" is very easy to understand, why is this product so happy to applaud loudly?

But this loud applause suddenly made the atmosphere in the hall more and more embarrassing, and several girls, including Yu Chu'er, couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the other talents couldn't help but laugh when they saw him, and their faces turned red.

It turns out that the name of this product is Liu Weixiong, the former secretary of the official residence hall, the Zhizhong tea and wine class, the commander of the palace, and the official rank of the martial doctor, belongs to the kind of close minister of the Son of Heaven who can't get closer.

But having said that, who is Zhao Ji today, that is a famous artist emperor, good at calligraphy and painting, good poetry, likes sports, and loves to play, but Liu Weixiong is not touched.

This product is actually from a humble background, relying on nepotism to become the commander of the tea and wine class in charge of the royal and palace banquets in Zhubanzhi (the emperor's bodyguard), as a child of a poor family, Liu Weixiong naturally wants to show his face in front of the official family more, and solidify his favor.

However, he has not been a reading material since he was a child, and there are no art bacteria at all, like Gao Yu, he will accompany the official family to kick the game, and he doesn't have this technology, even if he plays games, the officials think he is fat and stupid, and he doesn't take him to play.

So Liu Weixiong, who was deeply hit, thought about mixing with this group of literati every day, and getting a touch of their literary spirit, if he was lucky enough to come across one or two wonderful words, he could also take them to the official house to show off and brush up on his presence.

This group of talented civil officials is also happy to have such a big tyrant to follow them, although they are not poor, but Bianjing City is a huge gold cave, how can there be enough money? And this thing is usually silly and silly, and it has a lot of fun.

But this time they couldn't laugh, and it was impossible for the other party to reprimand him because of his noble status, so he could only make a bitter face and secretly say that this Nima is retribution.

As soon as the fat man called out twice, he saw that everyone was looking at him embarrassedly, and this thing was not stupid, so he immediately reacted: "Why is this poem not well written?" ”

Gu Pengzhen, Zha Huairen and others had words of suffering, and the other ladies in the alum building only covered their mouths and smiled, only the helper next to him was hired by him to get paid, so he had to explain to him in a whisper: "This poem is naturally excellent, but it is too poisonous to satirize the world." ”

"Sarcasm? Isn't this talking about crabs, where is the sarcasm? The fat man said loudly.

"Do you think, isn't this second couplet 'the road in front of you has no warp and weft, and the spring and autumn sky is black and yellow' to satirize many people's unscrupulous and unscrupulous means with the rampant domineering of crabs? And Piri Chunqiu means that many people are scheming and unpredictable.

But even so, what can be done, as the fourth couplet says, 'What good will it do to end now?' Yuepu is empty and fragrant, and the crab will eventually fall into the kettle and be eaten, which is to satirize those who are overbearing and scheming, and they will inevitably perish in the end.

The most poisonous thing is that he writes about crabs, crabs are really like this, he scolds people but makes people can't pay back, who dares to return the mouth is to think that he is as scheming as a crab, and it is impossible to escape destruction, you say this poem is not poisonous? ”

Liu Weixiong reacted, his fat face trembled, he couldn't help laughing, pointed at Lin Chong and said: "It turned out to be a scolding poem, you are too bad!" ”

Lin Chong smiled kindly at him, and said hello, neither admitting nor denying it.

Liu Weixiong was still playing silly, and asked with a smile: "Lin ...... Childe, did you write this poem? ”

Lin Chongtian nodded shamelessly: "The right person suddenly had an inspiration, and it was made on the spot." ”

Liu Weixiong's eyes lit up suddenly, he has been mixed with this group of so-called talents for a while, every time these people compose poems and lyrics, which one of them has to hold back for a long time to hold back one or two sentences, and others can't say it well when they take it back, this Lin Chong actually made such a good poem on the spot after a little thought, it is so talented!

The little fat man was still not at ease, and asked again: "What about ...... Then why do you want to tell people that "Fixing the Storm" was made by a Taoist priest? ”

Lin Chong smiled and said amiably: "I don't know who this brother heard about this matter?" ”

Liu Weixiong said: "Naturally...... You just say, don't you? ”

Lin Chong said lightly: "That's right, "Fixing the Storm" was indeed written by Su Dongpo, a Taoist priest who traveled to Fang when Lin Chong was a child, but this "Crab Song" was written by Lin Chong himself. ”

The little fat man was excited, stood up and saluted Lin Chong, and said, "Then Brother Lin came to Alum Tower this time?" ”

"The little brother is here to send a message to Li Nushi."

Lin Chong returned the salute to him, arched his hand to the other Oiran ladies, said a word of farewell, and prepared to follow Yu Chu'er out of the hall.

Liu Weixiong was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You, Brother Lin, didn't you say that the song "Fixing the Storm" was written by a Taoist priest? ”

Before the words came out, Lin Chong stopped, turned around slightly, glanced at the little fat man, and made a look like he wanted to say something, and the surrounding Gu Pengzhen, Zha Huairen and others also made a look of listening attentively.

"That Taoist priest ...... that day"

Two seconds later, Lin Chong was heard to say with a smile: "...... Sang two songs. ”