When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and were stunned for a while.

"You, nonsense." Zhou Wei's face became red, and then blue and white, unpredictable.

"Whether it's a lie or not, you can go home and read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms." Han Rui said indifferently.

"It seems so." Someone whispered, and after exchanging ears with others, there was a buzz for a moment, and slowly, the volume increased, and the uproar increased. On the contrary, above the chief, Han Rui's voice came into the banquet, and the people who gave Master Yan a birthday greeting were stunned, and they stopped their movements one after another, but they seemed quiet.

The scene was embarrassing for a while, but Han Rui couldn't care so much, and stepped forward directly, without half a sentence of explanation, just arched his hand and said: "Yan Xuezheng, I suddenly woke up and had other important things at home, and I urgently needed to return to deal with it. ”

As he spoke, without waiting for Master Yan to respond, he turned around again, Qian Feng raised his hand to speak, looked left and right, sighed lightly, and put down his hand again, but saw Han Rui's figure gradually moving away, as if it was slow and urgent, and soon disappeared from everyone's eyes.

A voice came out of the crowd of "rude ......", but there was not much response, but turned to watch the reaction of Master Yan.

cough, clear his voice, Master Yan said slowly: "Today's birthday, full of friends, relatives and friends gathered, it really makes the old man overjoyed, at this festive time, some red tape, there is no need to be too particular, Brother Meng has been complaining for a long time, the banquet has been prepared, the wine is full of fragrance, but you can't raise a glass to drink, it is really similar to torture......"

"Hehe, Brother Yan said that my heart is on the road, the wine worm has been screaming in my stomach for a long time, is it finally time for a banquet." Meng Dongming stroked his palms and laughed, extremely excited.

Several old men next to him also smiled and said, "Not only Brother Meng, but I can't bear it anymore." ”

"In that case, wouldn't it be a sin for the old man to disobey the will of the people." Master Yan smiled, took another cup and stood up, signaled to the Quartet, and raised his voice: "Don't say more, drink and have fun with you." ”

Everyone dispersed and returned to the banquet and raised their glasses to bless: "I wish Xuezheng five blessings, four virtues and saltiness, Tianxi Yaoling, and Guoxiang Renrui." ”

Singing and dancing strings, played one after another, the banquet officially began, everyone staggered, talking loudly, beautiful and lovely maids shuttled between the banquets, adding food and wine from time to time, rendering a joyful atmosphere, as if, everyone seemed to collectively lose their memories, maybe the farce just now, just an illusion, no one put it in their hearts.

However, intentionally or unintentionally, everyone's attitude towards Zhou Wei became a little estranged, and even the classmates who were usually close to him moved a few feet as if they couldn't avoid it, indicating that they had drawn a line with him.

Looking at the empty seat, Zhou Wei's face was pale, his fists were tense, and he almost wanted to leave the seat, but when he saw Wei Yuncheng's cold gaze, he didn't dare to act rashly, he could only remain silent, and his heart was full of resentment, especially the eyes that everyone glanced at inadvertently, which seemed to be full of all kinds of mockery and ridicule, which made him even more uncomfortable.

Feast, naturally indispensable wine order, everyone in the winding stream, played a game of winding water, by the maid will pour the wine into the stream, let it go downstream, if the stagnation in front of whom, who will give poetry, if not out of poetry, then to fine three glasses of wine.

In addition, there are pot throwing, grass fighting, games, double land and other activities, everyone has a lot of fun, luck is determined, you come and go, soon, the wine is hot, the atmosphere is high, especially those young scholars, relying on a little drunk, frolicking more lively.

Naturally, famous Confucians with status like Yan Shiyou and Meng Dongming will definitely not deign to play some slight tricks, more than a dozen old friends reunited, and they talked about elegant knowledge such as articles, poems, scriptures, classics, etc., from time to time.

In March, the weather is clear, but it is easy to be capricious, early in the morning at noon or when the sun is shining, after the next time, a few floating clouds float in, gusts of wind rolls in, suddenly, the air is scattered with a faint drizzle, the rain is not big, such as a needle and a thread, sparse and dense, wet clothes but not wet.

Stained with a little rain and dew, the apricot blossoms in the lush forest by the lake are more and more delicate, the wind blows gently, the breath carries the freshness of the willows, as far as the eye can see, like the rain of fog, it seems to be nothing, the mountains are clothed with white yarn like cicada wings, cut the breeze and drizzle, leisurely wandering in the spring, intoxicating.

“…… The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. Looking up at the flowers, Meng Dongming sighed: "Only now, I have completely understood the subtlety of this poem. ”

"The subtlety and delicacy of spring are not exquisite, and they cannot be perceived." The others echoed, looking at the expressions of the teachers and friends, but there was a little more smile.

"Look at what I'm doing." Master Yan said: "At the beginning, the old man had already threatened that this poem would be a masterpiece.

Withdrawing his gaze and raising his glass for a drink, Meng Dongming said to himself: "Thoughtful, quite talented, and the most important thing is that there is no apprentice, such a master disciple is rare in the world." ”

"Brother Meng is also interested?" An old man said with a smile, and the words were also accented, as if to emphasize.

Master Yan pretended not to hear it, and continued to think about drinking, Meng Dongming glanced lightly, and said with a smile: "There is naturally interest, but Brother Yan said that people are wise people, talented talents, they can know themselves without learning, and they can know themselves without teaching, and their surnames are quite arrogant, and they are easy to provoke right and wrong, which makes me hesitate in my heart." ”

"Superior Wisdom?" An old man shook his head: "Brother Yan's words are too much, you must know that in ancient times, there were only a handful of saints who were born to know, and the decline of the Tao in this world is even more unheard of." ”

"It makes sense, it's been a lot, it's not necessarily good, if you don't learn it, there will always be Jiang Lang to do the day."

Others nodded in agreement, this is a light experience, learning is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you don't use it for a long time, it is inevitable that you will learn mediocrity.

"As for arrogance and arrogance, young people, they have some spleen surnames, and they can be persuaded to change them." A group of Confucians, you say a word, I say a word, between the words, they are full of appreciation for Han Rui.

At the end, Meng Dongming smiled and said, "Brother Yan, what do you think?" ”

After taking a sip of wine, Master Yan said indifferently: "You have all decided, why bother to ask me again." ”

"You can't say that, you and I have known each other for many years." Meng Dongming laughed in a low voice: "After all, he has wiped your face, if I want to accept him as a disciple, I will naturally apologize to you on his behalf." ”

"Hmph, it turns out that in your eyes, I am the kind of narrow-minded person." Master Yan's face sank.

"Of course not." Meng Dongming said with a smile: "But thinking of it, Brother Yan, who is known as a well-read and well-known antique master, actually has a time when he is distracted, and he is still in front of juniors, which inevitably makes people suspicious......"

Hehe, with a slight low laugh, it can be seen that a group of Confucians are in a very comfortable mood, and Master Yan's face is becoming more and more gloomy, almost darkened, and he defended strongly: "Who said that so-and-so can't see it, it's just that he wants to save face for the Zhou family, so he didn't open his mouth to pierce it......"

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