Poetry? At this moment, Wan He's head is dizzy, obviously the strength of the wine has begun to rise, and even the last trace of sobriety is gone. Hearing Pei You's repeated and repeated provocations, Wan He was also angry, and with the strength of the wine, he stood up with his hands on his waist, and shouted at Pei You: "Isn't it poetry!" Could it be that my father-in-law is still afraid of you? Come on! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he who had just stood up was immediately swaying, and he almost sat down because of his unstable center of gravity, and he was supported by Yuerong next to him, so he stood still. The appearance of the pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info Wan He suddenly made everyone frown, and it was obvious that the reason why Wan He agreed was completely because he was drunk.

When Pei Shiju saw it, he was even more in a cold sweat on his back, if this Wanhe really made a fool of himself here, then he and Wanhe's Liang Zike would get married! When Wanhe designed to save Xiao Yu and Yang Zichong that day, Pei Shiju was also involved in Wanhe's plan, so he knew very well that Wanhe was not as simple as he seemed! If he really offends Wan He, even if Yang Guang doesn't trouble Pei Shiju and is designed by Wan He, Pei Shiju will have to get rid of half of his old life! Immediately, Pei Shiju no longer paid attention to the rebel beside him, but took a step forward, and said to Wan He with a smile: "Oops! Why should Grandpa Guo be as knowledgeable as this rebel? The talent of Grandpa Guo, known to the world, is the head of the Eastern Capital! My rebel son is just a person who sits in a well and watches the sky, how can he know the ability of Grandpa Guo? Grandpa Guo, please take a seat! I'll teach that rebel a good lesson! ”

Pei Shiju said a rebel on the left and a rebel on the right, but Pei You was red-faced and wanted to refute, but it was his father who said this! In the end, Pei You could only attribute all his resentment to Wan He, which was determined to make Wan He make a fool of himself in public, and snorted coldly: "Since Grandpa Guo is talented, this poetry trail must be difficult for Grandpa Guo!" The lower officials are still waiting for the grandfather of the country to teach him! ”

As soon as Pei You said this, the ministers in the entire Jiaze Hall all frowned, this Pei Shiju was sleek and sophisticated, how could he give birth to such an unreasonable son? Pei Shiju was shocked and angry, so he persuaded a little, why did this rebel still add fuel to the fire? Pei Shiju turned his head and glared at Pei You, he couldn't wait to beat this idiot to death with a stick!

Wan He is now on the top of the wine, and when he heard Pei You's words, where could he bear it, even if he pushed Pei Shiju away, he staggered forward a few steps, and burped with wine, just pointed at Pei You and hummed: "Okay!" Good! This, that's what you said! Then, that father, this father will teach you well, well! Come! Write a record for my father! ”

Wan He at least still has a trace of reason, did not say that he wrote by himself, although Wan He came to this era is not short, he has long been accustomed to writing with a brush, but the word is written, it is just a little better than a beginner! In front of so many people, especially in front of calligraphers like Yu Shiji, there is no need to be ugly!

Yang Guang himself is good at writing and ink, so the palace maids who are waiting in the palace can take out the pen and ink at any time, and after listening to Wan He's instructions, several palace maids will immediately prepare the pen and ink, and at the same time select a palace maid with good calligraphy to come forward to write. After seeing that everything was ready, Wan He shook his head and shook his head, and actually opened his mouth and read: "Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches will be sent in spring." May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely! ”

Before Wan He spoke, the ministers in the palace were ready to see Wan He's jokes, especially Pei You and Yang Jun, who was sitting on the side, all sneered. But when Wan He opened his mouth and immediately recited such a quatrain, suddenly the entire hall, up to Yang Guang, down to the ministers, were all stunned, and even Yue Rong beside Wan He couldn't help but cover his small mouth, and looked at Wan He with a pair of beautiful eyes. When Wan He went to take the spring exam, Yue Rong knew the ink in Wan He's stomach, and he didn't know anything about it, but now he can export it, this, is this still my little bastard who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it?

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely! The palace maid soon wrote this poem on rice paper, and the first one to offer it was naturally Yang Guang. Yang Guang read it silently, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was full of brilliance, Yang Guang himself is also a poet, so he can naturally see the level of this poem. Although the language is very shallow, the words are profound, and even Yang Guang couldn't help but pat his thigh and shouted: "Okay! Good! Sure enough, it's a good poem! This thing is the most lovely! This thing is the most lovely! This last sentence, especially the word 'most', is used wonderfully! Good! Sure enough, he is my son-in-law! All right! ”

Being able to hear so many "good" words from Yang Guang's mouth shows how satisfied Yang Guang is in his heart, and among the ministers who sat down, many people immediately came forward to praise him, of course, there are many people who really know the goods and sincerely praise Wan He's poem. Yu Shiji, the waiter of the internal history, simply stepped forward and said to Yang Advertising, that is, he took the pen in the hand of the palace maid and copied the poem again! Don't look at Yu Shiji, who is usually a master of whiskers and horses, but this calligraphy is soaked in yin for many years, this poem is written under his pen, it is the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, the wonderful poem and the handsomeness of the word complement each other!

Hearing the praise of the ministers, Wan He couldn't help but flutter, his head was raised higher and higher, almost looking at people with his nostrils! Glancing at Pei You, who was blue with an iron face, he snorted through his nose, but he was a little carried away, and hummed: "Master Pei, how is this poem?" If Master Pei is still not satisfied, then Bengong will do another song! ”

Still coming? The ministers were all stunned, they didn't expect Wanhe to come again! What does this grandfather think of good poetry? Where is it so easy? Don't be self-defeating! And Wan He didn't care at all about the worried eyes of the people around him, he walked two steps, and opened his mouth to read: "Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building is east of Guitang." There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart. The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red. Listen to the drums and go to the official, and go to the Malan Terrace to turn the tent! ”

The red bean before was a quatrain, and now Wan He opened his mouth again to write a rhythmic poem, and everyone was dumbfounded when they heard it! Especially in the moon behind Wan He, after listening to Wan He's words, the whole person was stunned, and kept chanting the sentence "There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear", and immediately felt that he was drunk by this poem, and his beautiful eyes flowed, staring closely at the not so tall figure of Wan He in front of him. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around, Yuerong would have jumped into Wanhe's arms directly.

And this time, Yu Shiji directly wrote down the poem of Wan He, dried the ink, and took the initiative to present the poem to Yang Guang, Yang Guang looked at the poem and felt that it was amazing! To say that in the past, Yang Guangzhi was still a little jealous, and he was a little unhappy with those ministers who were famous for their talents. But now Wan He is Yang Guang's son-in-law, as the so-called son-in-law can be half a child, Wan He is only a high learner, this can show that Yang Guang has a vision, isn't it! So Yang Guang did not hesitate to boast this time, nodded again and again and said, "Not bad!" Not bad! This poem is no less wonderful than the previous one! Empress! Check it out! ”

Queen Xiao, who was sitting next to Yang Guang, was the princess of the Later Liang Kingdom, and her talent was naturally not bad, she had already heard Wan He recite these two poems before, and now looking at the poems copied by Yu Shiji, the beautiful face that was not shocked also involuntarily showed surprise, and her beautiful eyes were shining, and she nodded lightly, and said: "These two poems are really good words!" Your Majesty has a good eye and has picked a good colt for Yuerong! ”

Hearing that Queen Xiao also praised her good vision, Yang Guang couldn't help laughing, and for a while, the ministers praised countless people, and some praised Wan He's poems, but most of them still patted Yang Guang's sycophants! However, Wan He didn't care much about this, turned his head, and glanced at Pei You, who was already pale, with a proud face, but turned around, faced Yuerong, and directly took Yuerong's little hand, staring at Yuerong affectionately with his eyes, and read: "Ask the world, what is love?" Straight religion promises life and death. There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and summer several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to? ”

After reading half of it, Wan He stopped, took Yuerong's hand, walked directly to the table, picked up a glass of wine and drank it all, and then glanced at Yuerong affectionately again, but he was facing the ministers, and read aloud: "Hengfen Road, lonely Xiao Gu back then." The smoke is still calm. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, sing and drink wildly, and visit Yanqiu! ”

Quiet! The Jiaze Palace, which was still lively just now, was already silent at the moment, and even those ministers who were still patting Yang Guang's ass were all looking at Wan He dumbfounded at this moment, and Yuerong, who was held by Wan He, was even more tearful at this moment, with a happy look on his face! In the harem concubine, Xiao Guifei, who had always maintained indifference before, also showed a complicated expression at this time, looked up at Wan He, who was looking up to the sky and high-spirited, and finally lowered her head. As for Yang Jun, who was still going to watch Wanhe's jokes before, he was already blue-faced, and the wine glass in his hand was directly crushed by him, piercing his palm, and the blood flowed!

"Poof!" This sound finally broke the peace in the Jiaze Palace, and I saw that Pei You's face was as white as paper, and when he opened his mouth, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground. When Pei Shiju saw it, he couldn't help but exclaim, and hurriedly ran to Pei You's side, and none of the ministers on the left and right would sympathize with Pei You, because Pei You would have the current result, which can only be said to be self-inflicted!

Wan He, who finally finished reading the poem, felt the amazed gaze around him, the corners of his mouth hooked, and then the sky swirled, and the whole person also leaned on Yuerong's fragrant shoulder, completely drunk!