After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, this is basically the banquet process, even if there will be wine or food to serve later, the general discussion will be carried out after this. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is said that Chinese people like to talk about things at the dinner table, but in fact, the essence of a person can be seen clearly at the dinner table.

Eat meat or vegetarian food first, or drink alcohol first; chew slowly or gobble it up, or you don't know how to eat it; Eat Haisai nonsense by yourself, or take care of others before enjoying it, etc. Fortunately, the Eastern Han Dynasty was a separate meal system, not sitting around a round table, so there was no need to pour wine or something for the superior, but it was still okay to persuade wine and toast.

Guo Jia loves wine, almost never eats food, and only tastes it; Xi Zhong is even more presumptuous, simply drinking but not eating.

Guo Tu drinks less alcohol, and eats everything in moderation; Xun Chen seems to be very elegant in every movement, obviously he has learned special table manners, but his uncle's banquet is so strict?

Xun Jian toasted everyone from time to time, enlivening the atmosphere as the host, in fact, most of them were carried out after singing and dancing. He rarely eats or eats, perhaps for him, presiding over this banquet is what he should do, and eating is secondary.

Most of the middle-class families understand the rules, know how to stop in moderation, and basically don't show their embarrassed appearance; On the contrary, it was different for the small family, Zhu Chengcheng saw that although several small families were very restrained, they still couldn't help but eat a few more bites.

Also, although the seasonings and cooking methods are insufficient, what Xun Jian took out was a relatively high-end existence, and many ingredients could not even be obtained by a small family. However, Zhu Cheng can probably understand the reaction of the little families.

Even if you want to attack him, it won't be their turn, most of them are soy sauce in this banquet, whoever does well, they cheer with it, to put it bluntly, they are here to liven up the atmosphere.

No, some people even gobbled it up directly, eating it very unimaged, which directly made the people around laugh. Of course, it's a bit rude to laugh, just smile slightly, it's rare that Guo Tu and they are slightly moved.

Well? Speaking of which, isn't that gobbling guy Chen Yao the son of the county order?!

The singers and dancers, and even the musicians have all retired, and it can't be said that they have all retired, and there is still a musician who plays the strings. She was there playing relatively peaceful music, and the children of the family around her ignored her existence, and it seemed that it was already a common practice to talk about things in this atmosphere.

There are spices burning in the incense burner, and Zhu Cheng has not studied what kind of spices Zhu Cheng has not studied, so he doesn't know, but it smells very sweet, and there is no such choking feeling. As for the feeling of being in a good mood when you smell it, he doesn't have it, maybe his realm is not enough.

"I heard that the virtuous nephew once had a work called "Entering the Capital" in the capital, and I think everyone present here has not yet known, and let the old man recite it!" Xun Jian is the master, and the opening is naturally up to him, but he doesn't want him to take out Zhu Cheng's poem and read it out.

In this year, it is mainly based on five-law poems, and there are relatively few seven-character poems, but they are also emerging. However, the high-spirited feeling in "Entering the Capital" is overwhelming, and it also has a lot of resonance for young people.

Originally, many people thought that Zhu Cheng was a family of military generals, but they didn't want Zhu Cheng to have literary talent. It's just that everyone still has doubts about whether this poem was written by him, after all, there is only this one that has been circulated, and no one can guarantee that it is not written for him.

So Guo Tu spoke directly: "When Zhu Gongzi first entered the capital, he was able to write poems such as "Entering the Capital", which is outstanding. After that, he was even more prosperous, and he was already a captain of the Han Dynasty within three months, but I don't know if Zhu Gongzi has any feelings, can he write a poem? ”

It is not said that writing poetry in response to the situation is something that can only be forced to be done by condescending people, but this is what it means.

"It's a little emotional, I'm afraid that I won't be able to get on the stage." Zhu Cheng smiled, although he usually doesn't read much poetry, but he has tried to memorize a few poems, and there is just one that happens to be appropriate. The problem is, you can't say that I have to read it, which is very embarrassing.

"Zhu Gongzi might as well read it out and listen to it, so that Lord Xun can verify it?" Guo Tu thought that Zhu Cheng actually had no ink, so he naturally wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

"Rules, it's a bit too much! Virtuous nephews but feel free, everyone can have fun tonight! Xun Jian immediately spoke, but in a tone that didn't seem to be in the duty Guo Tu, there seemed to be some faint approval.

Also, they are all Yingchuan people, so they naturally watch jokes in groups. It is said that the Jiangnan family is all nouveau riche, and what they lack is this kind of heritage accumulated over hundreds of years. Xun Jian does not doubt that "Into the Capital" was made by Zhu Cheng, but it is not easy to write poems in response to the situation. Unlike others, he wanted to see how much potential Zhu Cheng still had.

"So my nephew will be ugly!" Zhu Cheng arched his hand, and slowly patted the dwarf in front of him and chanted: "Zeguo Jiangshan enters the battle map, what is the plan of the people to Le Qiao Su.?" Relying on the king's words to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. It is rumored that the First World War is full of sorrow, and the strong troops on both sides of the strait have not stopped. Whoever says that Cangjiang is always fine, and there has been a long blood struggle recently. ”

For a moment, the air of the entire banquet seemed to freeze. Everyone looked at Zhu Cheng like a monster, not to mention anything else, just the sentence 'one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither' shows the cruelty of war. And the previous sentence of 'Average Mo Words and Marquis' is closely related to his first "Into the Capital", depicting a young man who joined the army in high spirits, and then finally saw the cruel reality of the battlefield on the battlefield.

"Zhu Gongzi, is this poem famous?" Guo Jia asked suddenly.

"Let's call it "Jiazi Sui"......" Zhu Cheng looked up to the sky and sighed slowly. This poem was originally called "Yihai Sui", which was a poem by the late Tang Dynasty poet Cao Song, but it is also appropriate to describe the Yellow Turban Rebellion in the year of Jiazi.

"However, this year, the Taiping Sect rebels have committed rebellion, causing misery to the lives of the people, and the scene of 'Cangjiang River fighting for blood' is not unusual." Guo Jia nodded, appreciating the poem without pretentiousness.

"It's just that according to what Zhu Gongzi said, shouldn't we deal with the traitor?" Xin Ping asked with a smile.

"Why did Brother Tai say this?" Zhu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then asked.

"Zhu Gongzi's poem is obviously to persuade the world to reduce war, but now that the traitors are making trouble, don't we still do it?" Xin Ping smiled faintly, obviously he misinterpreted the meaning in it, but misinterpretation and taking words out of context were originally the means that literati were good at.

"Zhu's poem, I just hope that whether you are in politics or the army, no matter when and where, don't forget your heart. The so-called wealth and glory are nothing but a throne built on the bones of all peoples. Zhu Cheng sighed and replied.

"As for the traitors, and even those Hulu, Zhu only sent a poem!" Zhu Cheng laughed and continued to chant: "Men should kill, kill mercilessly." Immortal karma is all in killing. In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised. The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather. There are also heroes and tyrants, and murder is chaotic like hemp ......"

This is the "Men's Walk" written by the modern 'Qiu Sheng', between the lines is killing, killing and killing, all benevolence, righteousness and morality are abandoned, and the essence of natural selection is exhausted. It's just that some of the sentences in it have been changed so that it can fit this era and not be abrupt.

Of course, there is another drawback of this poem, which is that it is too straightforward. However, Zhu Cheng added a murderous aura to chant, which made the momentum of this poem skyrocket, and after reading it, he looked up and saw that the guests present were all stunned!