Qiu Niang's singing voice is clear and tactful, and the lyrics and songs are full of the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, which is very easy to move people's hearts, and many people are fascinated by the audience, but most of them bow their heads and are silent, without any reaction.

"This is the capital, not your Jiangnan." Someone broke through the mystery in one word, but saw Yan Liben and said lightly: "Han Rui, after coming to the capital for a long time, don't you have any feelings?" ”

It turned out that it was still the view of the north and the south, after all, most of the people present were northern scholars, and they kept listening to and singing about Jiangnan, how could they resonate with them.

"Yes, it is worthy of the imperial city, everything makes people look up, and you have to hold your toes before you can face it." Han Rui was amazed, but he didn't have the slightest emotion.

Half a sound, naturally someone understood, isn't this secretly ridiculing their arrogant surname and no one in their eyes, suddenly realized, there were naturally many hums in the banquet, and for a while, the atmosphere was particularly solemn. Yan Liben sighed, he was really young and arrogant, he was kind enough to help make a round, and if he didn't appreciate it, he actually ridiculed each other, wouldn't it add fuel to the fire.

But I don't know, if it was in normal times, Han Rui might be patient, maybe he would learn the official etiquette, and directly ignore those gossips, but in the past few days, the Cheng Cheng has been fully arranged, and the whole day is either a banquet from the east or a gathering from the west, and he is drunk for entertainment, how can he bear it.

Now it's just an appointment to go to the banquet, touch the scene, and help people write the first words to help them have fun, but some people show their faces, everyone has a three-point spleen surname, how can Han Rui be indifferent, unhappy in his heart, where can he manage a lot, offend people, offend people.

Ouyang Xun frowned slightly, psychologically, he naturally agreed with Han Rui, but at this time, it was not easy to help which side, he groaned, raised his glass and smiled: "Qiu Niang, give the old man a drink of the first emperor Jing." ”

Qiu Niang hurriedly agreed, secretly moistened her throat, waved her slender hand slightly, the orchestral music gradually rose, and she opened her lips and sang: "Qinchuan Xiong Emperor's Mansion, Hangu Zhuang Imperial Palace, Qidian Qianxun, more than a hundred pheasants leaving the palace......"

There are ten poems in the imperial capital, which are the poems of Li Shimin today, and the northern scholars present are naturally familiar with them, and when Qiu Niang sings, they are accompanied by the case and music, shaking their heads, glancing at Han Rui from time to time, triumphant, and enjoying it.

Han Rui was silent, and those southern scholars did not dare to make other moves, after all, it was the emperor's imperial pen to make poems, if he expressed dissatisfaction, he was afraid that he would be charged with the crime of disrespect, for the sake of his life, it was better to keep his mouth shut obediently.

“…… Widely waiting for Chunhuashi, Fang Siyun Pavilion sounds. ”

After the song, the applause was like a tide, the applause was thunderous, and it didn't stop for a long time, Qiu Niang naturally thanked Yingying, smiling like a flower, but in fact, there was not much joy in her heart.

In fact, the poems of the imperial capital are indeed mediocre to read, nothing more than to say that the mountains and rivers are magnificent, the capital palace is majestic and gorgeous, and you can get seventy or eighty points in terms of magnificent weather and rigorous law, which is not a first-class level in the poem, and it is not too clever, but it is already commendable to have this level, how to say that people are also emperors, not professional poets.

Besides, among the emperors, who has good poetry can be compared with the Tang Dynasty and Song Huizong, but the two are just the kings of the dead country, but Li Shimin is a famous emperor through the ages, no matter what the reputation is, it is worthy of admiration, so although it is clear that those northern scholars are so lively, they just want to demonstrate to themselves, Han Rui is still very face-saving and cheers.

Nodding with satisfaction, Ouyang Xun took the opportunity to raise his glass and exclaimed, "Greet Your Majesty." ”

At this moment, no one dared not to give face, so again and again, a few glasses of wine were in the stomach, the solemn atmosphere was a little dark, under Ouyang Xun's signal, the pretty maids next to him came up to persuade the wine, warm nephrite, not everyone can resist it, especially Han Rui, who is the object of their care.

The voice is soft, the fat is fragrant, Han Rui has no determination not to be moved by the beauty, and can't help but drink a few more glasses, if you talk about the amount of alcohol, Han Rui has also exercised, but after a few days, he is basically drunk and dreaming of death, and he has not been relieved at all, and the alcohol remains in the body, and after drinking a few glasses, it is naturally induced.

In the drunken haze, it seemed that someone was talking, but Han Rui was really uncomfortable, he didn't have time to pay attention, staggered up, confessed, and under the prompting of the servant, he walked out of the side door and came to a hut that was lit with rich spices.

Clean hands, come out, and didn't hurry back, walked a few steps, found a secluded corner, closed his eyes and took a nap, this is a small trick that he comprehended from the banquet, the night breeze is slow, it seems to have the effect of sobering up, after a while, Han Rui's eyes slowly returned to the color of clarity, and he was about to walk towards the banquet, but he vaguely heard someone slandering himself.

"That Han Rui, in fact, is nothing more than that."

"That's true, it's really not worthy of the name, poetry is nothing more than slang works, and it can't be on the stage at all, but I don't understand why it has become famous."

"The previous work must have been carefully prepared, and what was remembered just now in Jiangnan, most of them are the same, and now let him come again, he can only urinate and escape, and the thatched hut is nowhere to hide."

After a few people walked by, Han Rui scratched his head and came out, and he couldn't talk about anger in his heart, but he was full of contempt, and people who were jealous would often be blindsided, only seeing the disadvantages of others, ignoring their advantages, and naturally there was nothing to say.

Han Rui shook his head, walked slowly towards the banquet, and apologized: "Bachelor Ouyang's mansion is spacious, and the pavilions and pavilions are exquisite and cumbersome, which is dizzying, and I lost my way for a while, and now I am looking for a voice and returning, I hope you will forgive me." ”

"If you're afraid of losing your way, take the opportunity to avoid drinking." Ouyang Xun said with a smile.

Han Rui said embarrassedly: "The bachelor is really like a torch and knows everything. ”

"So, be punished." Ouyang Xun smiled, his face was slightly red, obviously he was a little drunk, and waved his hand, his own maid brought the wine, but it was not a cup, but a catty pot.

The body is already close to the limit, and he will vomit if he drinks it again, Han Rui smiled bitterly and begged for mercy and said: "I am afraid that I will not be able to drink too much, and I will go crazy after drinking, and I will disturb the bachelor." ”

"Haha, don't worry, the old man was also drunk and sleeping at that time, and the thunder can't move, so I'm afraid you will be worried." Ouyang Xun said with a smile, it was not that he was embarrassed, but as the host of the banquet, he naturally hoped that the guests would not get drunk and not return, and it was best to stay in the house, which was the highest etiquette for hospitality.

Naturally, some people were happy to see Han Rui make a fool of themselves, and they all opened their mouths to echo it, and they were in an uproar.

Han Rui suddenly asked, "Master Ouyang, is the rule just now still valid?" ”

"What rules?" Ouyang Xun was puzzled.

"Poetry for wine." Han Rui rolled up his sleeves, pulled the placket, and chuckled: "A word worth a cup, it shouldn't be a problem." ”

The people next to him quieted down, and a cup of words, wouldn't it be necessary to make more than a dozen songs to offset a pot, even if each song is mediocre, but the talent is extraordinary.

"Okay, just like you wish, the old man also wants to see how many cups you can consume." Ouyang Xun clapped his hands and smiled, and immediately ordered the servants to serve pen, ink and paper.

Han Rui glanced slightly, shook his head and said, "It's small, and the square inch of paper can't accommodate my amazing chapter." ”

Hey, what a big breath, everyone muttered in their hearts, Shangguan Yi frowned slightly, afraid that Han Rui was drunk and gaffe, boasting about Haikou, but he couldn't achieve it, and he gave people a laughing stock.

At Ouyang Xun's suggestion, the servant took out another three-foot-long piece of note, and was about to lay it out with his hands, but saw that Han Rui still shook his head, and said that it was too small, and the servant was worried and looked back.

Brushing his beard lightly, Ouyang Xun said slowly: "How are you going?" ”

"Fetch a piece of cloth." Han Rui said, his demeanor calm.

After a while, under the attention of everyone, several servants brought a piece of cloth, and brought a few plans to merge, gently spreading the cloth and flattening it neatly, precise and meticulous, white as the moon, but it was a fine cloud silk brocade.

I am not afraid of ruining it, some people muttered secretly, but all their attention was focused on Han Rui, and the same was true for everyone, their eyes were gathered, holding their breath, and the banquet was very quiet, and before they knew it, the night was dark, and the full moon appeared in the air, and a piece of tranquility sprinkled on the earth with the moonlight like silver mist.

Showering Yuehua Qinghui, Han Rui approached the desk, holding a pen in his right hand, dipped in ink, groaning slightly, and instantly falling on the snow-white brocade silk, only to see that his pen was like a storm, sometimes heavy setbacks, sometimes lightly mentioned, sometimes continuous numbers, even a straight stroke, sometimes jumped and flipped, the pen was broken and connected.

After waiting for a while, everyone found that Han Rui didn't seem to have any signs of stopping, and their doubts suddenly arose, but it was a few crosses, is it necessary to write for a long time? With doubts, I don't know who moved first, slowly, everyone surrounded them, and they didn't dare to disturb Han Rui, who was still splashing ink, just three feet away from the case and watched carefully.

"Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, the city is nine-fold gate, you don't see the imperial palace Zhuang, Anzhi Tianzizun, the imperial palace Dili Kunhan Valley, the quail field Longshan Hou Dianfu, the five latitudes of the photo album Xingqiao, the eight water currents across the axis of the earth, the Qin Sai Chongguan one hundred and two, the Han family palace thirty-six ......"

The ink is vertical and horizontal, in the hands of Han Rui, a song that has become a swan song of the imperial capital, slowly presented in front of everyone, the poem depicts the prosperity of the imperial capital Chang'an, read a few words, you will feel the majestic momentum, rushing to the face, sprinkled, surging, nearly a thousand words, when the pen is to be closed, Han Rui sighed softly, slightly tired, and his wrist was almost numb.

After everyone finished reading and reciting silently, the pride in their chests suddenly became vibrant, their faces were ruddy, they looked at Han Rui with excitement, and they praised them with their hearts, but for a while, they couldn't find the right words, and after a long time, Ouyang Xun said with emotion: "If it is really a swan song, after tonight, it will be spread all over Gyeonggi, and Zhuo Meat is indispensable." ”

Everyone bowed their heads neatly, and suddenly, someone stood up and bowed their heads and said: "Brother Han's great talent, it is so superb, it is admirable and convincing, relatively speaking, the inferior people are just very high in their own esteem, although they know that there is a reason outside the sky, but they are still proud and complacent, and even no one in their eyes, now they know that they are just a frog in the well, and there are many offenses before, and I hope that Brother Han will forgive them." ”

You can change your mistakes, you are still a good boy, Han Rui thought in his heart, but he supported him and said: "It's just a battle of will, don't be like this, the younger brother is also wrong, and I have to ask my brother to forgive me......"

(To be continued)