"Poetry?" Lu Chengkong was dumbfounded, he knew in his heart that he was a person who couldn't even fully understand classical Chinese, how could he compose poetry? Moreover, when he knew that the poems written by Luo Xiuyuan were from Xin Qiji, he didn't dare to compare with him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info His own level, in front of the poems written by the great writers of ancient times, is at best an infant, and he is not capable of fighting at all.

Lu Chengkong waved his hand and said, "I ......"

But before he finished speaking, Luo Xiuyuan suddenly laughed twice and said, "It seems that it is really difficult for Lu Gongzi to open the golden mouth." ”

Zhou Huaizhi, who was sitting on the side, heard a hint of gunpowder, and on such an occasion, he didn't dare to persuade him, just drank with his head down.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Lu Chengkong was out of breath and stared at Luo Xiuyuan.

"Brother Lu, you don't want to drink wine, and you don't want to write poems. If you want me to see, is it possible that every day I think of some strange way to govern the country, so why don't you just talk about those wonderful ideas, how about it? ”

"Forget it." Yin Zhengyi knew that Luo Xiuyuan was carried away and wanted to take the opportunity to make Lu Chengkong make a fool of himself, so he hurriedly dissuaded him in a low voice, saying, "Xiuyuan, don't embarrass him on such an occasion." ”

Luo Xiu saw that Lu Chengkong didn't dare to fight, so he laughed proudly, put the wine glass on the table, turned his head sideways, and said in Lu Chengkong's ear: "Lu Chengkong, if you don't dare, admit defeat, in the future, don't be reckless in front of me." With that, he turned around and walked back.

Lu Chengkong looked at Luo Xiuyuan's background, and thought of the scene when he took advantage of his illness to fall in bed and go to Zhongli Mansion to propose marriage, so he didn't get angry. Tonight, he has endured it again and again, and at this time, he was provoked by this kind of face-to-face, and he couldn't hold back any longer, stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "Admit defeat?" I'm not going to throw in the towel. No matter how I lose, I won't lose to you! ”

At this moment, everyone looked at Lu Chengkong and Luo Xiuyuan in unison, not knowing what was going on.

Fang Nansheng heard Lu Chengkong's unkind tone, and said sternly: "Lu Chengkong, what are you doing?" Sit down yet! ”

Luo Xiuyuan stood behind Fang Nansheng, smiled defiantly at Lu Chengkong, and said, "Brother Lu, don't be angry, your illness is not well yet." ”

"Writing poetry...... Isn't it just poetry? Lu Chengkong took a deep breath, although he didn't want to admit defeat, but he was really not good at writing poetry at all! His clenched fists trembled a little, and his heart was angry and bottomless.

Quan Dinglan didn't know Lu Chengkong, seeing that he was fair-skinned, he sat at a table with Fang Nansheng, guessing that he must be an apprentice of the four schools, so he said: "I'll have another ear blessing tonight, Mr. Fang, every one of your students can be regarded as a dragon and phoenix among people." ”

Fang Nansheng returned the salute to Ding Lan, knowing in his heart that his student had a few catties and taels, the poems made by Luo Xiuyuan just now were so amazing, and Lu Chengkong's literary style could only be regarded as mediocre, no matter how hard he tried, he could only be a foil, if he couldn't do it because of stage fright, this ugliness would be even bigger. Fang Nansheng turned to face Lu Chengkong, his face was gloomy, and he said sternly: "Lu Chengkong, then you will compose a poem, and you must not lose your manners in the adult's mansion!" He thought for a while, sighed, and said: "You don't have to be restrained, you don't have to use the words "wine and banquet" to compose poems, and you must not sweep away the interest of the county magistrate and Mrs. Quan. ”

Fang Nansheng gave an order, so he couldn't shirk it. Lu Chengkong realized that he had fallen for Luo Xiuyuan's trick, he wanted to deliberately provoke himself, the ancient literati cherished their fame like gold, and they had already taken the bait at the moment, and if they couldn't write poems, they would make a fool of themselves. Not only that, but I am afraid that if it spreads, it will make Zhongli look down on him, and it will be even more important for him.

"A plan to kill two birds with one stone, what a sinister villain!" Although Lu Chengkong hated it in his heart, he had nothing to do.

"What's wrong? Brother Lu, do you want to have a sip of wine to help the fun? Luo Xiu saw Lu Chengkong staying where he was, and knew that with his literary brilliance, he would definitely not be able to write poetry in such a scene.

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Lu Chengkong closed his eyes, and after calming down, he desperately thought about what he had learned before for the exam, "Poetry...... Tang poems and Song poems ...... "But no matter what he thinks, he doesn't know which one can beat Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Array" in terms of momentum.

"Whatever comes to mind, it's what it is." Fang Nansheng saw that his students blushed, and mentioned a few words, which means, "It's okay to write limericks on weekdays." ”

Lu Chengkong opened his eyes and looked down at the table. I saw that the big fish and meat on the table had not been touched much, and half of the dishes had only been eaten one or two bites...... At this moment, he suddenly had an inspiration, and a poem that he had memorized as a child came to his mind.

"Yes, this is it." Lu Chengkong only remembered this poem, and said secretly: "I hope that in this chaotic world, the original author has not yet been born." ”

"Sir, the student is done."

"That's good." Fang Nansheng's face was expressionless, and he only hoped that Lu Chengkong would not fold his face.

There was silence in the hall, and everyone looked at Lu Chengkong.

After Lu Chengkong glanced at Luo Xiuyuan, he cleared his throat, his expression was correct, and he said in a low voice, "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops are under the soil......" Then, he picked up a chopstick, put a grain of rice on the chopsticks in the palm of his hand, sighed, and continued: Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard! ”

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. The people in the hall, after whispering silently a few times, immediately fell silent!

Looking around, everyone had no smile on their faces, and many people looked Lu Chengkong up and down thoughtfully.

This poem, at first glance, sounds like every word is extremely simple and simple, neither the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, nor the free and easy appearance of a gentleman.

But the artistic conception of the whole poem, on such an occasion, is so bottomless, as if it is a kind of irony, a rough palm that tears off the fig leaf of people.

Quan Dinglan originally took the pen and wanted to write down this poem, but halfway through writing, he suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face condensed. Turning his head to look at Li Si, Ao Hong, Luo Tian, Yin Zhuo, Fang Nansheng and others, I saw that their faces had also changed.

Everyone looked at the table full of big fish and meat, and listened to this poem, which was not a taste at all. Gradually, the meaning of this poem was revealed: satirizing waste, satirizing the abundance of life in the county, such an extravagant banquet formed a huge contrast with the suffering of the poor.

For this poem written by Lu Chengkong, everyone is neither praising nor derogating. praising this poem is well-written, which shows that it satirizes the county commander Li Si, and degrading this poem will be even more infamous for not caring about the suffering of the people.

Therefore, no one in the hall dared to speak.

After a while, after the county commander Li Si took a sip of tea, he regained his composure. He first looked Lu Chengkong up and down, then clapped his hands and said in a meaningful tone: "Good, good, good!" ”

After listening to the three good words of the county order Li Si, Fang Nansheng's face was blue and red for a while.

Since Li Si didn't care, everyone applauded and said, "Good poetry, good poetry." But looking at Lu Chengkong's eyes, they all became complicated. Call this man stupid, he can make such a poem that is appropriate to the situation, although the rhetoric is not gorgeous, but every word is extremely precise and expresses the right meaning. Such poems are the best works. wants to be farther than Luo Xiu, Yin Zhengyi's two poems do not lose their aura, but also seem down-to-earth.

But such a person dares to mock all the dignitaries and nobles on such an occasion, is it not fatal?

Although everyone couldn't figure out Lu Chengkong's thoughts, no one was willing to mention this poem anymore, and the topic turned to other things, continuing to eat and drink.

Looking at the hall, singing and dancing, it was noisy again. Looking at everyone's happy appearance, it seems that they have never heard of this poem before.

Lu Chengkong sighed, and also realized that the atmosphere was wrong, sighed secretly, and said: "You forced me to carry it, I don't mean anything else......" But in the blink of an eye, everything was as usual, and no one took care of him, "It's better if no one cares about me, just let me settle quiet." ”

Tonight is the first time that Lu Chengkong has attended a banquet with all officials in more than 20 years, if he hadn't come to this world and had the qualification of 'apprentice', I am afraid that he would not even be able to enter the backyard of the county government for half a step. Only then did he really feel that when he got along with these officials, there seemed to be a ubiquitous, invisible and faceless pressure.

This pressure, symbolizing status and power, although it cannot be seen or touched, it is overwhelming. gradually tasted the taste of what Lu Liang and Pang Zhengkuan said: "As long as you can enter the court as an official, you can be proud of the others, even if you are rich, if you don't have an official and a half-position, you have no right to speak." ”

The more noisy it was, the more chaotic Lu Chengkong's mind became. He sat in the corner, first looked at Ao Hong, Li Si and others talking and laughing, and then looked back at Fang Nansheng who was full of joy when he was complimented, and gradually felt the benefits of being an official as Pang Zhengkuan said. I thought to myself: "Could it be that as long as you are an official, you can live such a high-profile, fairy-like life?" Lu Chengkong secretly glanced at Mei Ji beside Ao Hong again, and couldn't help but think of Zhong Liruo......

Lu Chengkong couldn't help but ask himself: "If I will be in this world for a long, long time...... As long as you win the imperial examination, you can live such a fairy-like life, is it good? ”

But at this time, even if he has broad knowledge, in this world, he is just a poor and white scholar, and he has never been useful, and all kinds of thoughts are entangled in his heart, so he has to sigh secretly.

After coming to this world for a long time, the more he has seen, the more conflicted Lu Chengkong becomes, because he finds that on the way back, everything that happens can disturb his original mind.

After the dismissal, Lu Chengkong couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart, and sat alone in the room, thinking about Zhong Liruo for a while, an official for a while, and a future for the world......

"I don't have to worry about food, I don't have to worry about clothes, and the place where I live is like a fairyland...... There are not only countless family members and maidservants beside him, but also ...... Beauty ......" He recalled what he had seen and heard tonight, his face couldn't help but smile, and after thinking to himself for a long time, he sat down, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and said, "It seems to be ...... It seems that no matter when and where, entering the court and becoming an official is the right way. ”