Living on the Mang Mountain, the real literati and scholars have spread straw mats on the side of the clear stream, and each of them sits cross-legged. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There is a stream trickling here, and in the green mountains and empty valleys, not far away, there is a small pavilion built by someone who does not know, all the people here, regardless of Hongru Bai Ding, will not help but feel elegant, Bai Mo will be the location of the Mangshan Poetry Club here, it also took a lot of thought.

Bai Mo grabbed the wine jug in one hand and shook the folding fan in the other, leaning on the straw mat, his eyes slightly closed. Lao Chu sat next to Bai Mo, holding a large wine gourd in his hand, and smirked for a while before taking a sip of wine. A handsome boy with a perverse demeanor, this gentleman is even more sufficient.

"Brother Bai, can I borrow a wine jug?"

Wei Zhen walked to Bai Mo's side, sat down cross-legged, and said warmly, "I'm a little thirsty." ”

Bai Mo didn't open his eyes, threw the wine jug casually, and fell into Wei Zhen's arms, Wei Zhen picked up the wine jug and took a sip, looked at the sky, and asked, "It's not early, can you start?" ”

"Don't worry."

Bai Mo shook the folding fan a few times: "You have to brew it, so that these literati and celebrities can play." Childe, I still go to find a few more people who look at some knowledge to greet each other, and it is a little wonderful to choose a name for Childe's future momentum. ”

In fact, everyone who came also knew that this was a fame event, Bai Mo planned to gain fame in this event, but he also knew that X could not be called a person, if everyone else was just an audience, they might not mention it again after they went back, only if everyone could get a reputation, this poetry meeting would really spread in the literati circle in the capital and become a good story, and only in this way could Bai Mo make a name for himself in this poetry meeting.

Therefore, Bai Mo plans to give them some time to ponder some poems that fit the situation, and later it will become their improvisation, adding some elegance to this poetry meeting, why not?

Wei Zhen was silent for a while, but suddenly said with a straight face: "Wei is not actually seeking fame and fortune. ”

"There is a cloud in "University", a gentleman does everything, which means that as a gentleman, he should do his best for his ambitions, no matter what Wei Gongzi wants, it is harmless to use people to spread his name and make a little momentum. Does Wei Gongzi feel that Bai is a bit utilitarian and disdain to be with Bai? ”

Bai Mo opened his eyes and stared straight at Wei Zhen's eyes, and there was already a slight edge in his words.

Wei Zhen didn't care about Bai Mo's habitual madness, but just said: "Thirty-year covenant, as long as Brother Bai doesn't forget, Wei Zhen won't suspect anything." ”

"It's a certainty, you wait to lose, hahaha!" Bai Mo laughed three times in a row, and then snatched the wine jug from Wei Zhen's hand and poured a few sips.

At the same time, not far from Bai Mo, a few people dressed as scribes sat together, originally chatting about the subset of scriptures and histories, and after listening to Bai Mo's laughter, a middle-aged scribe suddenly whispered: "Have you ever seen this person?" Then why did Wei Zhen only promise in front of him? ”

An old man snorted coldly and said, "Do you still remember the "Nine Strategies for Disaster Relief" presented by the corpse prime minister Wei Wuji? ”

"Why don't you remember? It is rumored that the nine strategies were not made by Wei Wuji, but by a young thinker under his disciples, as soon as the nine strategies came out, there was an uproar in various places, and the poet Lu Kai also wrote a poem to criticize, saying, "The Nine Strategies for Disaster Relief" came out at one time, and there was no disaster and no difficulty. The flood only caused the destruction of several cities in the north, and these nine strategies can make the families of the people of the whole country ruined. The young scribe who spoke chuckled twice and sneered: "There are three thousand corpse guests in the corpse prime minister, and finally there is one who has the ability to create three million floating corpses at a time. Alas, the traitors are in charge. ”

"Tsk, no. We are a well-known person, who is full of iron bones, but now I am hindered by his momentum to participate in this meeting, and the world is hot and cold, and I feel helpless. The middle-aged scribe echoed.

"You can't make such a traitor too arrogant." The young scribe said: "In this poetry meeting, there must be a section of impromptu poems, why don't we compose a few poems on this good mountain and water now, correct each other, and when we need to improvise poems, we will take them out and lose the face of the traitor." I don't know what you think? ”

"Just what I want!"

"That's a good thing."

After several people discussed, they unfolded their pen and paper and scribbled on their own.

In the distance, there was a man in a green shirt, his clothes were full of patches, his skin was slightly dark, his appearance was not good, and he sat there and no one cared, just drinking and drinking on the side. Just look at this person's expression, but he is calm, and he is not depressed because no one cares. On the rough paper in front of him, there were only a few small characters in regular script neatly written: "There are mountains, there are waters, there are pavilions, there are wines, fast." ”

Bai Mo seemed to have his eyes slightly closed, just lazily basking in the sun, but in fact, he had been scanning the movements of the people around him with his spare eyes. Seeing that the few people who had just stopped writing had stopped moving, closed their eyes and recuperated, he knew that the fire was almost brewing, so he shouted to Wei and said, "Brother Wei, you can start." ”

Wei Zhen nodded, stood up, and instructed the little guy around him, and called the music class that had been prepared before to play the tune. Wei has prepared a food and drink beauty, in order to enlighten the gentlemen Yaxing, and hope that the gentlemen are not too dull, and they can pass on poems and literary treasures to each other here to achieve pleasure. ”

After finishing speaking, the two teams of plainly dressed beauties entered in an orderly manner with food boxes, each sitting next to a celebrity, with dignified manners and affectionate eyebrows.

After that, Wei Zhen glanced at Bai Mo, who nodded at him, so Wei Zhen said again: "Gentlemen, in the midst of this beautiful day, why don't you play a game and fight wine for poetry to spread good stories?" ”

Fighting wine for poetry, fighting wine for poetry, these are the four hobbies of literati at this time, and some people immediately asked: "How to play?" ”

Bai Mo stood at the right time, first made a gesture in each of the four directions of southeast, south, and northwest to show respect to everyone, and then said: "Everyone, please see, does that food box look like a flat boat?" ”

"It's kind of like that."

"You can fill the wine glass with fine wine, put it in the food box, and then put the food box into the stream, and whoever stops in front of this box will compose a poem, and if you can't make it, then you will punish yourself with three cups, I don't know what you want?"

After that, Bai Mo took the pen and paper from the little man's hand, and hurriedly wrote down eight big characters: "Mangshan Poetry Society, Qushui Liuzhen", and then supported it with a wooden stick and stood in the middle of the banquet.

An old man who was calm and calm stroked his beard and said, "Good artistic conception." ”

Bai Mo smiled and nodded to the old man, then picked up his food box, put the wine jug directly on it, and the food box entered the stream, and it was like a flat boat floating down.

Coincidentally, the food box spun around in front of the old man who had just spoken, and then ran aground on the beach. The old man stroked his beard and smiled, stood up eagerly, and said to Bai Mo: "I don't know who Xiaoyou's surname is?" ”

"Under the white ink, the word is different, Fan Yang people, said that he knows with the old gentleman."

"Haha, Fengjing went north for two thousand miles to get to Fanyang, and Xiaoyou worked hard. The old man Meng was confused, and those who appreciated his face called Mr. Caolu, there was too much wine, and the old man couldn't drink it, so he was ugly. After that, the old gentleman who called himself Meng Yu was half singing and half chanting: "How old is the old Luqiu, Chi Yang forgot to look at the lotus." The mountain is close to the people, and the temple is full of moon. The sound of stepping on the grass is light, and the cicadas are shouting heavy gongs. Young and empty aftertaste, what is the waste? ”

Bai Mo high-fived and praised: "The mountain is close to the people, and the temple is full of moons." Although this couplet is not very work, the taste is like a century-old wine, the taste is pure, and the old gentleman is good at kung fu. ”

The old man listened to Bai Mo's praise, and he also had some self-restraint, and stroked his beard and said: "But the work of mouth occupation (that is, believing in words and blurting out), Xiaoyou smiled." ”

Bai Mo shook his head, still praising him, and said: "Kou occupies the most skillful, and the old gentleman must not be too modest." ”

The old man got up and returned the salute, and then returned the food box to the gurgling stream. The box passed by a few people, and then stopped before a young scribe. The young scribe stood up and showed everyone, and without saying much, he said: "Xiaoxiao twilight rain locks the mountains, and the north looks at the green mountains and half a cage of smoke. Yuyu clarifies that it is very good, and the breeze does not come down to the world. ”

Before Bai Mo could speak, someone interjected: "The breeze blows Yuyu clear, but I don't know who is the dust and who is extinguished?" ”

In the clear stream of literati, some people say that Bai Mo is a traitor, Bai Mo has long heard of it, listening to this person's words full of mockery, the last two sentences can even be regarded as heart-wrenching words, Bai Mo did not care, skipped this sentence, and directly said to the young scribe who wrote the poem: "Childe's poetry is clear, I heard this poem below, I was overjoyed, dare to ask Childe's name?" ”

The young scribe's voice was warm, and he stood up and said: "In Xia Xu Yan, Bai Gongzi praised it falsely, what Fang Cai said was definitely not my intention, and I hope that Gongzi will not blame him." ”

Bai Mo shook his head and said helplessly: "Bai Mou knew that he was infamous, but he just asked all the princes here, is there more dead people without nine strategies, or more dead people with nine strategies?" ”

Bai Mo's words have completely admitted that "Nine Strategies" is from his handwriting, and I am afraid that in the future, those spittle stars will be transferred from Wei Wuji to Bai Mo.

At this time, a young scribe suddenly stood up and asked Bai Mo with a little arrogance: "Then dare to ask Gongzi, Ruoer's mount is frightened, there is a weak scholar on the left side of the road, and there are three or five beggar children on the right side of the road, is Gongzi to the left or right?" ”

Bai Mo didn't think about it, opened his mouth and said: "There is a road, and the ink is in the middle." There is a stone, and Mo Ning died by himself. There is a gap and less than a horse, Bai Mo avoids the heavy and light, so he has to go to the left. ”

"What right do you have to dare to weigh the weight of your life?"

Bai Mo brushed his sleeves and said: "The reason of heaven is clear, and I am at ease in my heart." ”