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Wei Xianyu, who was full of resentment, held his wine glass high, impassioned, he had no grievances with Chen Zhongqing, and the vicious curse of his words was nothing more than one person winning the three tripod armor, and his eyes were red and jealous. He provoked the topic, coupled with the addition of other literati, it naturally intensified, and it became a criticism conference where Chen Zhongqing had no real material.

Literati have been light on each other since ancient times.

Unfortunately, the person on their blind date happened to be sitting on the other side, and was ready to tease them.

The shopkeeper respectfully put a few words inscribed by Chen Zhongqing in front of Wei Xianyu, he twisted the white paper with two fingers, glanced at it, and was overjoyed, he didn't expect to meet a bosom friend here. In just a few sentences, Chen Zhongqing was degraded to nothing, like a filthy person who plagiarized and whispered sentences, and he was just a good slap on the legs.

He left the poet companions around him, walked to Chen Zhongqing's table, bowed his hands, and said with a happy expression, "In Xia Wei Xian Ballad, Your Excellency's remarks are like an enlightenment, thought-provoking. Childe said that Chen Zhongqing's three poems are clearly ghostwritten works, how can he, a hairy guy who has not yet passed the age of standing, write such a feeling of atmosphere. Xian Yu thinks so, it seems that everyone's eyes are bright, and the so-called Sanding Jia is a complete scam at all. ”

Chen Zhongqing smiled and said nothing, Qin Danqing on the other side watched this show with a smile after listening to the spoof of Hangzhou's No. 1 genius before. This Wei Gongzi didn't know that he had fallen into a trap.

Wei Xianyu asked rhetorically, "By the way, you don't know your name?" ”

Chen Zhongqing said modestly, "My surname is Cao, and my single name is mud, and the mud is muddy but not stained." ”

"Brother Cao, it's not too much to call you that, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Wei Xianyu made a gesture of please and pointed to the person at the table behind the screen, "I wonder if you can move to our table and continue to talk?" I think I have a fate with you, and I must be a person of temperament. ”

Qin Danqing already twisted his head to the other side with an expression that I couldn't help but have, if he didn't know the details, he would have suspected that the person in front of him was the scribe of Chen Zhongqing who was going to criticize him.

"Okay." Chen Zhongqing picked up Xinghua Village, turned around and smiled mysteriously at Qin Danqing, and said, "Gongzi Qin, you wait here for a while, and I will go to the table with Gongzi Wei to chant poetry first." ”

Qin Danqing also said very cooperatively, "Go, Gongzi Cao, I wish you success." ”

Wei Xianyu introduced Chen Zhongqing to his friend, and pointed out that this was the scholar who questioned Chen Zhongqing.

Seeing that a newcomer joined, everyone present did not show hostility, but discussed the poetry and literature with Chen Zhongqing, who was the identity of Cao Gongzi, with high interest. From Li Taibai's clear breeze and bright moon, to Chen Zhongqing's "Red Cliff Fu", the gap between the bright moon and the clear breeze of the country and the mountains, pointing out the country with a condescending attitude.

Seeing that everyone was pretentious, Chen Zhongqing felt a little funny, these scholars living in the ivory tower had indeed never seen the world, thinking that a patio was everything, no wonder Wei Xianyu would say such a bold thing as a wordless person outside Hangzhou.

He gave advice to everyone present without moving, and said, "There is a building in Puzhou, called the Yellow Crane Tower. At the beginning, Li Junyu wrote down the famous sentence of 'the Han family flute drum empty flowing water, the mountains and rivers of Wei country half sunset', and later Changdang wrote 'the surrounding plains, the river into the broken mountains' vividly and vividly. Later, it is a famous story that has been passed down through the ages, Wang Jiling's "want to be poor for a thousand miles, and go to the next level". In the next private thought that poetry is like climbing the peak, never ending. The predecessors left countless famous articles, like monuments. They are all brilliant and poetic, like a copper wall and an iron wall, sealing the way out for later generations. ”

Everyone was quietly listening to Chen Zhongqing continue, not knowing what he was going to express. Wei Xianyu held his chin with interest.

"Everyone is here today, why not go to the next level and break the shackles. On the top floor of the autumn water, we took advantage of the words to write poems, and after thousands of years, our bones turned to ashes, but future generations will always remember our names with poems. The name will live up to the ages. ”

"Okay."

Wei Xianyu was the first to applaud, he was very interested in Chen Zhongqing's proposal, "Cao Gongzi is right, since Chen Xing is here, why don't we go upstairs to write poems and express our hearts?" ”

Before the others could echo him, Wei Xianyu shouted again, "Little Er, come, pen and ink are waiting." ”

The shopkeeper took the silver taels thrown by the other party and ran back with a cigarette. He knows Yaxing the literati best, and when he goes to Accord to drink, he probably wants to express his heart while the wine is strong. As for how many well-known articles can be written, at least on the wall of autumn water, it has not yet appeared. The owner of this restaurant was also depressed, and he wanted to come up with a few famous sentences through the ages, which made the value of this building rise sharply, but he didn't expect to write down all the vulgar words.

Qin Danqing also stood up and followed, he wanted to see what kind of shocking poems Chen Zhongqing could compose.

Wei Xianyu held his sleeve in his left hand, held the wolf hair in his right hand, his expression was slightly drunk, and he was a little shaky after a few glasses of wine, and finally in a corner that had not been ruined by those vulgar powders, the tip of the pen had just touched the wall, and he wrote a line, but he found that his mind was empty.

Can't write a word.

Wei Xianyu felt a little embarrassed, after all, he was the first to echo and write a heroic poem at the top of the ropes, but now it doesn't matter how it lands, the eyes of everyone behind him are staring at him tightly, like a man's back.

"Wei Gongzi, why don't you do it? Didn't you just say that you want Chen Zhongqing to see what is called a Hangzhou poet and what is a must in Jiangnan? Now is the best opportunity, a poem, for a hundred years. ”

Chen Zhongqing coaxed behind him, and the others followed. However, the more he urged, the more Wei Xianyu found that he couldn't write, and there was still a few words in his mind, but after being coaxed by them, there was only a blank head.

Wei Xianyu was a little angry, he turned his head and glared at Chen Zhongqing, stuffed the wolf in his hand into the palm of his hand, and said angrily, "Since Cao Gongzi wants to try it so much, then you can write it first." ”

After speaking, he walked to the side alone, with a gloomy expression. Everyone else looked at each other, glanced at Chen Zhongqing, and then at Wei Xianyu. The scene was at an awkward stalemate.

Qin Danqing hid aside and snickered, and the ending really followed Chen Zhongqing's script.

"It's okay, I'll come, I'll come."

Chen Zhongqing smiled and stepped forward and took a deep breath.

The wind swept in from the window, blowing his green silk, and his robe with wide sleeves was wrinkled and danced. The double-ringed jade pendants hanging from the waist collided together, making a crisp sound.

The wolf waved and wrote ten vigorous and powerful words, like a yellow crane around the pine, and the fairy wind bone.

"I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust."

The sharp-eyed people present have already seen that this sentence is borrowed and transformed from the last two sentences of Wei Suzhou's "Jian Luzhi" "I have a scoop of wine, which can comfort the wind and dust". Although there have been cases of learning from the transformation of blue out of blue is better than blue, but from the changes of this Cao Shizi, it does not surpass the former too much.

They don't care, after all, everyone here doesn't have much expectation of Cao Gongzi, the realm of poetry is more of a test of talent, and the ability to join itself is mediocre, and no matter how hard you work to write the poems, you also lack the realm.

However, the next two sentences made everyone present feel terrified.

The first line of thousands of miles of Qiantang is breathtaking.

The sea of clouds gathered in the peaks and mountains spread out in all directions, and the glow filled the sky.

The horizon is suddenly open-minded.