Helplessly glancing at the cooked meat that had been seen by him, Yuan Jiang stood up, and saluted respectfully to Yuan Shu, who was sitting in the hall, and then swept his eyes around, taking in the expressions of the guests present, and then said: "Back to my father's words, Tu Gaocai is shallow in learning, how dare he be ugly in front of so many Huainan talented Confucians?" ”

As soon as his words fell, Tao Qiuhong, who had seen him in Master Yan's house, immediately praised and said: "Yuan Gongzi is too humble, I have learned your great talent in Master Yan's house at the beginning, 'green ant new roasted wine, red clay small stove', these two sentences are still fresh in my memory, chew them carefully, they have their own taste, it is really wonderful." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zheng Tai, who came to the banquet on the side, also praised: "What Brother Tao said is very true, Yuan Gongzi's poetry is really high, enough to make us wait for the mountains to look up, 'I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors' These two sentences are excellent poems when you hear them, how can we ordinary people like me come up with it?" ”

All the guests present have more or less heard the poems written by Yuan Jiang, and then heard the two people who are the most arrogant and proud in the Huainan literary circle, all of them praised Yuan Jiang in unison, and for a time they cast their eyes with admiration.

Among those present, only Sun Ce and Yuan Xi sneered.

It's just that Sun Ce didn't dare to openly oppose Yuan Jiang, so he restrained himself, but Yuan Xi, who had seen Yuan Jiang's weak side before, didn't care about anything else at all, sneering and sneering, "I didn't expect that my younger brother, who doesn't like to read, would also compose poems, haha, ridiculous!" I really don't know if someone helped him do it beforehand, or if the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, just a few casual words, and you will be touted by you. ”

As soon as these words came out, it immediately caused a heated discussion in the hall.

Tao Qiuhong and others, who had seen Yuan Jiang compose poems with their own eyes, and Yuan Shu's subordinates, all glared angrily at this outrageous Yuan Laoer; And those guests who were just hearsay couldn't help but look at Yuan Jiang with doubts, thinking about whether such a young man who had just been weak-crowned could make those popular poems.

For these doubts, Yuan Jiang just smiled faintly, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.

This scene was seen by Yuan Xi, he just thought that Yuan Jiang was squeezed by him and had nothing to say, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud, and then continued to chase after the poor man, "Brother Jiang, why don't you speak, is it true that Brother Wei guessed right?" Oops, I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to make you unable to get off the stage. Hey, forgive me, forgive me. ”

Although these words are very plain, the mockery in them can be seen by anyone, especially the eyes of Yuan Xi looking at Yuan Jiang - all of them are disdainful.

Xu You, who was sitting beside him, unabashedly ridiculed Yuan Jiang, "Gongzi Jiang, didn't the old man say that you, at a young age, how can you learn to sell your reputation and reputation?" Those popular poems, the old man knew as soon as he heard them that it was not a person like you who was not a shallow learner who could write them. I didn't expect it to be touted by some people who claim to be talented and learned, and I don't know whether to say it's ridiculous, or ignorant. ”

Xu You's words are understatement, not slow, but listening to the meaning, he actually doesn't take Tao Qiuhong and others half of it in his eyes, which is a taboo.

Tao Qiuhong was the first to stand up and accuse Xu You, "Xu Ziyuan, you are just a half-hung scholar, and you deserve to point fingers and talk nonsense with a group of us here?" This Yuan Gongzi composed poems that I and Brother Zheng saw with our own eyes, can there be any fakes? ”

Xu Yu pinched his white beard and sneered, "Who knows if you are deliberately creating momentum, or if it is really something?" Besides, don't you Huainan people like to do this kind of swaggering and deception? ”

Xu You's words completely angered the talents of Huainan, and they spoke out one after another, and the scene was chaotic.

"Enough!"

Looking at the noisy group of scholars in the hall, Yuan Shu slapped the table angrily, instantly shocking them. He said, "Look at the way you are arguing with red faces, how can you still look like a man who has read poetry and books? ”

When everyone heard this, they stopped arguing and bowed their heads in shame.

Only Yuan Xi smiled indifferently, "Uncle, don't be annoyed, it's not my nephew's, I shouldn't expose Brother Jiang's ugly things, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." ”

When Yuan Shu heard this, he was furious, and when he was about to reprimand, Yang Hong took the lead and said: "Lord, since Gongzi Xi and Xu Ziyuan don't believe that Gongzi Jiang can make such a popular poem alone, you might as well let him make another poem here, this is in full view, but you can't cheat." ”

Yuan Shu listened, nodded with satisfaction, and then swept his inquiring eyes over Yuan Xi, Xu You, and Yuan Jiang one by one, and when they all had no opinions, he said: "Since today is the Stove Festival, Jiang'er, you might as well use this as the topic to compose a poem, what do you think?" ”

Everyone nodded, and then their eyes fell on Yuan Jiang.

Yuan Jiang walked out of his seat with a smile, paced a few steps under the hall, and made a thinking motion, and suddenly, the expression on his face changed, as if he thought of a wonderful sentence, and said loudly.

"Poem on the Sacrificial Stove"

A bowl of clear soup poems,

The stove king is in the sky today;

If the Jade Emperor asks about the affairs of the world,

Troubled times articles are not worth much. ”

As soon as Yuan Jiang's words fell, he won a series of applause.

The Huainan geniuses present were excited and incoherent, and they shook their heads and read Yuan Jiang's poem silently, especially the last sentence "The article in troubled times is worthless" won unanimous praise.

Tao Qiuhong said: "Wonderful, wonderful, this poem is short and concise, although it is only twenty-eight words, but it is enough to tell the endless poetry to others, the article in troubled times is worthless, but also in one sentence, it is powerful, worthy of Yuan Gongzi, admired below." ”

"Sir is overrated."

Listening to Tao Qiuhong's praise, Yuan Jiang hurriedly thanked him, and then stared at Yuan Xi and Xu Yu with a smile on his face.

Yuan Xi didn't understand poetry, so he could only look at Xu You, who snorted coldly and said, "I've never heard such a segmented rhyme, it's only twenty-eight words, what kind of poetry is it, it's not good, it's not good." ”

"Strong words." Zheng Hun glanced at Xu Yu with disdain, "I am lonely and unheard, and I insist that other people's poems are not good, which is really ridiculous." ”

The corners of Yuan Jiang's mouth hooked up a sneer that was imperceptible to others, and he arched his hand and said, "Since Mr. Ziyuan thinks it's not good, then I'll make another one." ”

When all the guests heard this, they opened their mouths in surprise, and they all looked at Yuan Jiang expectantly, secretly admiring his quick thinking and talent.

In the eyes of everyone's expectation, Yuan Jiang once again sang a masterpiece.

"Sacrificial Stove Words"

According to ancient legends, on the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, the stove king wanted to talk about things.

The cloud car wind horse is small and stays, and the family has a cup and plate ceremony.

The pig's head is rotten and hot double fish fresh, and the bean paste is sweet pine powder bait.

The man sacrificed his daughter to avoid, and drank and burned the money stove Junxi.

The servant fights against the king, and the cat and dog horns are filthy;

Send you drunk and full to the gate of heaven, the ladle is long and the ladle is short, and the clouds are not restored,

Begging for the return of the city to share. ”