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After a poem comes out, other people have standards, and it will be faster to do it, as long as it is not too bad, of course, it is not for nothing that people who are really talented write a good poem.

Everyone chanted the poems one after another, and everyone commented on each other, which was very happy.

Everyone else has written about it, and Chen Jing's chicken legs have also finished eating, ready to eat the stewed mutton.

There is no pork on the table here, because they all think that pork is too cheap.

So, on the table, the most are lamb and chicken.

Now that the chicken has been eaten, it's time to tackle the lamb next.

The mutton is connected to the bones together, the meal is very bad, as long as you suck it with your mouth, you can suck the mutton into your mouth, the taste is a little fragrant, and there is a little crispy numb, it is still very good.

And just when Chen Jing took a bite of mutton into his mouth, Zhou Wu suddenly turned his gaze: "Lord Chen, you don't seem to have done it yet." ”

Chen Jing deliberately slapped his face, so he was ready to suppress it first and then raise it, and after eating the meat on the mutton bones, he said: "My lord, I am from a Jinshi, so forget about writing poems." ”

As soon as he heard Chen Jing's words, Zhou Wu was secretly happy in his heart, thinking about it, there was no door.

"Lord Chen is modest, isn't it, everyone has written poems, so I sent you, and this official thinks you should write a poem, so as not to spoil the fun, right?"

As soon as Zhou Wu said this, everyone else followed suit, Chen Jing really couldn't shirk it, so he had to respond: "Okay, then write a poem." ”

After getting up, Chen Jing took two steps and continued:

The universe is empty, and the years go to the hall;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.

Life is exhausted with the years, and the body is forgotten with the world;

There is no resurrection of Su Meng, and the night is not young.

This is a poem by Wen Tianxiang, this poem is very peaceful, there is no heroism of "heaven and earth have righteousness", there is no generosity of "leaving Dan's heart to take care of the sweat and youth", and some are just the loneliness and pathos of not being able to reunite with his family on Chinese New Year's Eve.

It can also be regarded as a classic in Chinese New Year's Eve poems.

As soon as this poem came out, Zhou Wu was stunned, he never thought that Chen Jing could write such a good poem, and then, he felt that Chen Jing seemed to be metaphorically saying something in this poem?

He can't be reunited with his family, is he complaining that he invited them on Chinese New Year's Eve so that they can't be reunited with their families?

As soon as this thought came out, Zhou Wu went to look at the others, their faces were strange, thinking that after reading this poem, they also felt that spending Chinese New Year's Eve here was not so painful.

During the Chinese New Year, even the emperor gave the officials a holiday, Zhou Wu was good, and he brought them from the place of the eldest master, what are you playing?

But although everyone empathizes with this poem, they don't dare to express it, so they can only endure it, but if they hold it for a long time, it will inevitably make people feel not so comfortable.

After Chen Jing finished chanting, he smiled, sat down and ate mutton again.

At this time, one of the officials stood up and said: "Good poetry, good poetry, Master Chen is worthy of being a saint teacher today, this level is definitely comparable to Tang poetry." ”

"That's it, that's it, I'm almost forgotten, but you're your holy teacher......"

Everyone said, but Zhou Wu was stunned, why did he forget this, Chen Jing is Zhao Zhen's teacher, can his talent be poor?

I'm really a little confused, and I want to use this to make him ugly.

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The atmosphere gradually became lively again, Chen Jing and other officials talked and laughed, made an appointment to come and go more after the beginning of spring, or everyone did some activities with each other to get to know each other.

Zhou Wu sat on it and thought about it, thinking about how to make Chen Jing ugly again.

It's definitely not good to write poems and lyrics, this kid is the prince's master, his talent is so high, it's good if he doesn't let himself make a fool of himself.

So in the end, after thinking about it, I felt that it was better to play the game of pitching pots.

Pitching pot is a very traditional game, in the early days, guests to the host's house, are to draw the bow and shoot arrows, but some people do not know how to shoot arrows, then use arrows to throw pots instead of archery, over time it has been handed down, has become a drinking game for literati when drinking.

Zhou Wu proposed to throw the pot, and everyone agreed, this is what everyone often plays when they drink on weekdays, and no one doesn't like it, so after making a decision, Zhou Wu ordered someone to bring up the tools of the game.

A few arrows, and a flask with a not-so-large mouth.

After the tools are brought, everyone takes turns to play, playing the sitting system, losing sitting in the bank, and having to drink, when to win a game, before going down.

So whoever plays first will seem to be at a loss.

Zhou Wu naturally understood this truth, so he let Chen Jing play first, if Chen Jing kept losing, then he would have to drink all the time, and he wouldn't believe in drunk him.

Zhou Wu asked Chen Jing to play first, and Chen Jing did not refuse, although he had not played this game.

Throwing pots is often played among scholars, Chen Jingke has never felt that he is a scholar, and he has never played this when eating and drinking with others, but he is still a little confident in his own target, and he may not be able to shoot it.

At the beginning of the pitcher, Chen Jing, as a banker, and the challenger each have four sharp arrows, whoever throws more into it will win, and the loser will drink and continue to compete with others.

Chen Jing originally thought that this game was very simple, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but after this throw, he found that he overestimated himself, the game is not simple at all, the technique is not right, the accuracy is not good, it is unlikely to be thrown in, a little bit of force has been used, or a little less force, it is not good.

So in the first round, Chen Jing lost and was fined a large glass of wine.

When Zhou Wu saw Chen Jing being punished, he was ecstatic in his heart, and secretly thought that at Chen Jing's level just now, he was afraid that he would have to drink it all the time, in this case, he would not believe that Chen Jing would not be drunk.

Soon, at the beginning of the second round, Chen Jing lost again, but at this time he had more or less mastered a little knocking, and in the third round, with luck, he won instead.

Two glasses of wine can't make Chen Jing do anything, Zhou Wu saw that his plan had failed, and he was very angry in his heart, but for a while, he couldn't find any other way, so he could only watch others play.

The game is very attractive, especially after so many people, and got a rule of sitting in the village, but after playing for a long time, it is inevitable that it is a little boring, and the time is getting later and later, everyone is a little sleepy, but to keep the year, want to leave, and embarrassed to speak.

Zhou Wu originally wanted to trouble Chen Jing, but after failing twice, he was already a little excited, it was not early, and he was sleepy, and when others were playing pitching pots, he actually left first.

For a moment, the whole hall suddenly had an indescribable boredom.

And everyone is very distressed, now that Zhou Wu is gone, then whether they go or not, let's go, do you want to walk at night, don't you go, Zhou Wu didn't prepare a room for them that time, this is really a hateful person. (To be continued.) )