Song Chuan couldn't sit down anymore, he stared at He Yuan, who was sitting lazily beside the prince, with a blue face, and endured a few endurances before he resisted the urge to rush up and beat people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He Yuan's voice was not high, but it was not low, at least the people in the water pavilion could hear it clearly. These words were a slap in the face, and the entire water pavilion instantly quieted down, and several old guys wrinkled their brows and looked over. The people in here are all human spirits, how can they not see the strong smell of gunpowder between the two.

Some people subconsciously glanced back at Song Song, but saw that Song Song happened to be holding the wine glass for a long time, looking indifferent, and couldn't help but nod secretly in admiration, no wonder the Song family in Jinling faintly became the head of the four families in Jinling, but they couldn't be unconvinced by this pair of qi cultivation skills.

Li Gefei was quite surprised, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't understand it. Through his previous understanding of He Yuan, this person is not such a reckless person, how could he choose to tear his face with Song Chuan at this opportunity?

Zhao Huan was stunned, he didn't expect that the two people he wanted to recruit turned out to be a pair of fighting cocks, and they fought as soon as they met. He looked at Song Chuan, who was standing, and then turned his head to look at He Yuan, who was eating sweetly, and only felt that one head was two big. It's also inappropriate to force it down, so I just smiled.

"The so-called strange literature is appreciated, He Gongzi's poetry is indeed extraordinary, I don't know what to think?"

He snorted, but he kicked He Yuan quietly, which was actually a bit like mud. Seeing the prince's attitude, King Ning and the others naturally didn't want this meeting to be too ugly, so they said haha, signaling He Yuan to comment on it too. Seeing this, He Yuan couldn't help laughing, pushed the case up, and walked to Song Chuan's side with his hands behind his back and stood still.

"Song Gongzi is used to writing poems, you can know the poems, what is the importance?"

He Yuan smiled slightly, and without waiting for him to answer, he said loudly: "The ancients said, poetry is based on words, so the sage used the Spring and Autumn Period to delete the "Book of Songs" to leave it to posterity, where the righteousness is, and what the meaning refers to. There are 300 articles in Huanghuang, all of which are not in line with the Tao, so it is said that the poem is written in words and aspirations, and the Tao is also carried in the Tao. Is it a carving insect looking for chapters and sentences, or a moaning rhetoric without disease? ”

I really can't answer this, who dares to say that the Holy Prophet is wrong? So a group of old fellows looked at each other and had to nod. He Yuan looked around, his voice paused, and then he raised his voice and said, "What is the Tao?" The upper is the family and the country, the lower is the cultivation of the body, and the middle is determined to learn. When reading the books of sages, you should first understand the way and establish your ambition first. Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations, how can you be like a child, with Chu Chu pitiful, scratching your head and making gestures for what you can do without knowing it? ”

When He Yuan said this, he smiled coldly at Song Chuan, Huo Ran turned around, and said loudly and loudly: "Through the way, clear the reason, although childish words, can also be called poetry, otherwise, although the mouth is gorgeous, it is just a bunch of rhetoric." Looking at your poems as a whole, although the words are elegant and the meaning is quiet, but entangled in the feelings of children, in terms of the realm of poetry, it is inferior. Are you convinced? ”

Song Chuan opened his mouth and wanted to say nothing, but he didn't know where to start. The audience was full of celebrities and Confucians, and Dr. Hongxue was speechless, abandoning the battle of sound and law, the artistic conception of interest, and the level of the realm theory, this kind of argument was out of the ordinary, so that they all had a refreshing feeling, but there was no way to refute it.

The water pavilion was silent, and the cold moon was silent.

Suddenly, the sound of knots came from outside, and after a little hesitation, applause erupted, and the group of people in the water pavilion couldn't help but applaud along with it. Han Shizhong's big eyes widened, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, almost suspecting that he had seen the wrong person, how could this set of remarks not be something that a sluggish guy like He Yuan could say. Zhao Huan looked at He Yuan, his eyes became bright, he couldn't imagine that he, a guy with a hippie smile, had such grand ambitions!

"Qingzhao is ashamed, today I know what is poetry!"

In the backyard, Li Qingzhao sighed after listening to the legend of his subordinates. Xiao Ling'er's eyes became shiny, and she almost became a nymphomaniac.

"Wow, this is the real great husband in the world—"

The lord of Tianxiang looked at a group of noble ladies with little stars in his eyes, and was speechless for a while. She wanted to raise her arms and shout, girlfriends, don't be blinded by this thief's rhetoric. But looking at the sparkling eyes around her, she chose to shut up with interest.

I could only look up at the moon speechlessly, silent. She seemed to see the smug smile on the corner of the thief's mouth, this guy's tail should be cocked, right?

He Yuan was really proud at this time, he almost raised his tail, and he secretly squeezed his eyes at Song Chuan while people were not paying attention. Song Chuan's figure flickered, and he fainted angrily. I finally got into the poem with love and wrote an almost super-grade poem, but I didn't expect to be buried by this guy in a few words, and even childish words are not as good as childish words, that's all, he even made a face at himself, it's really too deceitful!

He wanted to smash the smug face with a punch, but the remnants of his sanity told him that he couldn't do it. He covered his face with his sleeves fiercely, staggered away, and had no face to stay here again.

"He Gongzi is really high-minded, so that the old man and others are embarrassed, why don't you also take advantage of the Xingxing to write a poem, and let me wait to see the poem of self-cultivation and governing the country and leveling the world?"

He Yuan turned his head and saw that it was an old man with a square face and a flowing beard. But why do you feel that look so bad......

I really can't refuse this, and refusing is a slap in the face. Many people glanced at him meaningfully, Liang Fu Liang Yong, the teacher of Wenzheng Academy, and Song Chuan's uncle. But this is a logical statement, and others have nothing to say.

"What is your surname, old gentleman?"

He Yuan arched his hand quietly.

"Old man Liang uses."

The old man smiled and replied without smiling.

"If He Gongzi feels embarrassed, forget it, don't force it."

I'm forcing your whole family!

He Yuan's mind was racing, and when he looked around, he saw the concerned gaze of the old general of the Seed Master. couldn't help but move in his heart, and laughed loudly.

"The life of the elderly, dare not resign. In that case, the boy is ugly. The great man of the road, for the country and the people, the old general Rong Ma is handsome, and the kid admires inexplicably. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is really a great joy in life to be able to meet the old generals! I am willing to write a poem, dedicated to the old general, and pay respect! ”

The seed master Dao never expected that He Yuan would actually compose a poem for him, and he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and got up and hugged him with some gratitude to express his gratitude. In the Song Dynasty, the status of the warriors was not high, and the civil officials did not look down on the military attaches very much on weekdays. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )