The Jinling Poetry Club officially began, because Wang Shizhen was doing Ying Tianfu Yin, this poetry meeting was Wang Shiqi as the master, and when he spoke, he pulled Jia Zixu together and introduced with a smile:

"This year's Jinling Poetry Association is the proprietor, but it is the host of this Jia Zixu Jia Brother Hui, Jia Brother Xianxiang Henan Weihui Mansion, this year with calligraphy newly elected cabinet book, a word really Wei and Jin Dynasty romance, everyone here are full of learning, the future will be close."

Jia Zixu hurriedly bowed his hand, and said in a loud voice that Jinling Dragon Panhu is an outstanding person, and he came to ask for advice from all the talented people.

Although he is modest, he has no choice but that the eyes of these sons and brothers in Jinling are all on the top of their heads, and the current price of the cabinet book is only 1,200 taels of silver, who cares? Jia Mou did a few wrongs for Wang Shiqi, but others didn't get rid of it, so few people paid attention to him, and he responded a few times with a few "long admirations", and then no one took over.

Jia Zixu's expression remained unchanged at all, still looking peaceful and diluted.

Suddenly, a loud voice exploded behind Qin Lin's head: "This bird poetry club was not in Yuhuatai in previous years, it was the Purple Mountain, why did you want to run to Yanziji this year?" Do a few lines of sour poems and run so far, Wang Shiqi, you are a birdman, but you will entertain my Changye! ”

Qin Lin looked back, and saw this person's black and swaying face, two stunned bull eyes, sparse short stubble, wearing a dark green large gold filigree cotton robe, wearing a hero scarf on his head, and a red velvet flower on his forehead, sitting in the middle of a large group of Confucian talents with a crown and a broad belt, it was really nondescript.

Zhang Maoxiu recognized this person and told Qin Lin: "His name is Chang Yinxu, and he is the assistant of the Governor of the Chinese Army in Nanjing, after Chang Yuchun, the king of Kaiping, and his father, Chang Wenji, the Marquis of Huaiyuan, is currently the assistant of the Governor's Office of the Chinese Army in Nanjing...... This Chang Xiaohou is a well-known nerd in Nanjing. ”

In fact, Chang Yinxu is far more than a nerd in Zhang Maoxiu's mouth, he is the second most famous dumb overlord in Nanjing City, and in the past two years, because of his hard pursuit of a Gao Hanlin's daughter, he has come to the poetry club every year to join in the fun - if you ask who is the first famous dumb overlord? Except for the unruly young lady of the Wei Mansion, no one in Nanjing can overshadow Chang Yinxu.

Sure enough, as soon as Chang Yinxu made a fuss here, Miss Gao on the female side's side was so ashamed that her face was red, which made a group of young ladies laugh: Gao Hanlin is a Qing Gao scribe, how can he marry his daughter to this stupid overlord? Chang Yinxu's love for Miss Gao is well known, who would dare to take the risk of offending the dumb overlord to marry Miss Gao? After two or three years of entanglement between the two sides, there was no result, Chang Yinxu never married, and Miss Gao never married, which has long become a joke between Nanjing boudoirs.

Xu Xinyi saw that Miss Gao was pitiful, and immediately had a sense of justice, Huo stood up and hugged him unevenly: "Sister Gao, I'll teach Chang Yinxu that kid a lesson for you!" ”

The young ladies all frowned, if you want to say who can restrain the dumb overlord in Nanjing, it is really Xu Xinyi, there is a good show to watch now.

As everyone knows, Miss Gao pulled the corners of Xu Xinyi's clothes, her face was full of pleading, and her thin melon seed face was full of tears.

Xu Xinyi was puzzled, so she was about to shout, and suddenly saw Zhang Zixuan shaking her hand at herself, and somehow she sat down honestly, and she didn't disobey.

Zhang Zixuan pulled Miss Gao along, spoke softly, and chuckled from time to time, and Miss Gao was first flushed with shame, then nodded slowly, and finally actually replied with disgust...... "Alas...... If only I had the ability of Miss Zhang. Xu Xinyi was extremely envious of Zhang Zixuan.

Over there, Wang Shiqi knew that Chang Yinxu was a stupid melon, and he didn't care about his verbal offense, and explained: "In previous years, the poetry will be mostly in Yuhuatai and Purple Mountain, although the scenery is beautiful, but this Yanziji is also a famous spot in our Jinling, a mountain goes straight into the heart of the river, and the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the Yanji sunset and Yongji River flow are not lost to Yuhua and Zijin Qingyun - and this year is different than previous years, and it is more necessary to come to the place where Emperor Taizu Gao came into play, and reminisced." ”

Chang Yinxu opened his strange eyes, inexplicably: "Writing poems is writing poems, why do you talk about Grandpa Hongwu again?" Hong Wuye landed from Quarry Rock to recover Nanjing, I'm afraid it will be two hundred years. ”

Knowing that this old man didn't read the court mail, Wang Shiqi smiled and said: "A few days ago, it was said that the demon bandits of the White Lotus Sect in Xiangxi and the barbarian rebellion in Jiuxi Cave were rampant for a while, Jing Xiang was shaken, and the government and the public were terrified. Later, the imperial court mobilized a large army to quell the rebellion, and General Deng Zilong flew in to suppress it.

Such a great martial arts, it is really my Taizu Emperor Gao Emperor Eagle Yang Fenwu North to chase Meng Yuan's blessing, we are the people of the Ming Dynasty, it is time to go to the place where the Emperor Taizu prospered to trace the past and think about the present, and congratulate the Ming Dynasty forever! ”

Wang Shiqi is worthy of being the son of Yin Wang Shizhen of Yingtianfu, and his words are high-sounding, and all the sons and ladies have raised their glasses, wishing the Ming Dynasty a prosperous and prosperous country, and the White Lotus rebel jumps off the beam clown, and the ice will disintegrate as soon as possible.

"Before dividing the rhyme and composing poems, let's find a famous poet to come to a poem first and send poems for everyone," Wang Shiqi's gaze stayed in the crowd for a while, and finally fell on Liu Huanzhi: "Brother Liu is the first talent in Jingxiang, and this official and military victory is also in Jingxiang, so Brother Liu will chant a song!" ”

Liu Huanzhi was embarrassed just now, and Wang Shiqi looked for an opportunity to let him show off his face.

Sure enough, Liu Huanzhi was full of spirits, looking at the autumn scenery of the Yangtze River rolling east under the swallow rock, the fish jumping in the heart of the river, and the egrets flying, and chanted without thinking: "I want to go to the autumn and autumn, and the mountain travel has returned to the river." If you want to take advantage of the seclusion to find a secluded place, you can resist the cold and be free. The spirit staff is dragged with the layman, and the brocade sail is high to reveal the filial piety and cheap ship. Lan waves swim fish, sand cold depression bathing heron sleep......"

This person's humanities are excellent, a song that everyone applauded in unison, Wang Shiqi stroked his palms and laughed: "Okay, a good sentence 'I want to take advantage of the secluded and seek a secluded place, and I will be cold and suitable for free', which is really the style of a talented man in my country!" Which sage should also have a song? ”

Although everyone has poetry talent, they can't speak casually like Liu Huanzhi, and they don't dare to show off if they don't have that ability, and no one answers for a while.

Liu Huanzhi suddenly sneered, turned his head and asked Qin Lin: "Brother Qin just said that poetry is a small way, so presumably Brother Qin must be a generous family, so I asked Brother Qin to come to a song too, how about it?" ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Lin, Zhang Zixuan "secretly promised" to him, and the two sons of the Prime Minister's Mansion also sat beside him, wondering if he was a talented master?

"I don't know how to compose poetry," Qin Lin replied honestly.

The more he said this, the more people didn't believe it, but he was humble.

Liu Huanzhi's eyes narrowed, and he sneered.

Wang Shiqi hurriedly played a round, he heard Zhang Zixuan say that Qin Lin and Zhang Juzheng have the same political views, thinking that this person is not just a hundred households in brocade clothes, since the national economy and politics are understood, even if the poetry trail is a little worse, it will not be too outrageous, so he said: "Brother Qin doesn't have to talk about any false etiquette, but just make a random poem with the scenery around Yanziji, our poetry club is to be free and uninhibited." ”

Qin Lin looked around, there was a pagoda by the river not far away, "It's hard to be gracious, I'll use the pagoda as the topic." ”

Coughing lightly twice, Qin Lin groaned: "A pagoda comes out of the ground. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, although this sentence was not very elegant, but it was very imposing, which was the tone of the martial artist, but it also secretly responded to the main topic of celebrating the prosperity of martial arts.

Qin Lin took a breath and said, "It's small at the top and thick at the bottom." ”

What does this mean? Everyone looked at each other, but the whole poem was mediocre in the front, and there were also sudden troops in the back, so they waited for his last two sentences.

Qin Lin waved his sleeves and said in one go: "One day, it will be reversed, and the bottom will be small and the top will be thick." ”

Everyone was stunned, the poem wasn't too good, but it was so! I didn't even have the strength to laugh, so I could only open my mouth and stutter.

Qin Lin sat down, he remembered a few famous sentences of later generations, but he deliberately chanted a limerick, just because he didn't like the so-called talents of the late Ming Dynasty, he was proficient in poetry, songs, songs, songs, songs, and paintings, but it was useless to govern local marches and fights.

The Ming Dynasty is now all supported by Zhang Juzheng and Qi Jiguang, but the Tusi in the southwest are ready to move, and the ambitions of the Dongying Mishima warriors are gradually fermenting, Portugal and Spain have extended their hands to the Far East, and the Nanyang tributary system established by Zheng He when he went to the West is on the verge of collapse, and the old slave chieftain who has plagued the Ming Dynasty for decades after the Jianzhou Jurchen is also twenty years old...... What's even more terrifying is that the tax policy of the imperial court has led to "the rich in the southeast and the poor in the northwest", the Jin merchants and Huaiyang salt merchants are rich and rival the country, and the countryside in Shanxi is exhausted.

The so-called talents are still ignorant, intoxicated with the old dream of the country's clothes, and ignore the internal and external troubles...... Qin Lin respects Zhang Juzheng and Qi Jiguang, who are truly heroes for the country and the people, not the group of people who can only write poems and write eight-strand articles at the Jinling Poetry Conference, but they are still pretentious.

Laugh, you can laugh hard, if the poems and the eight-strand articles can resist the iron cavalry of Jiannu, the sword of the Fusang ronin and the guns of Western soldiers, you can laugh to your heart's content! If the wind and snow can resolve the grievances of the world, so that the people will no longer be wronged, and all the crimes will be revealed, you can laugh to your heart's content! If morality can fill the bellies of the homeless and make them live and work in peace and contentment again, you can laugh to your heart's contentment!

Qin Lin sat down with a cold face, ready to meet the laughter of the so-called genius, anyway, he didn't care, as an officer in brocade, he didn't have to be famous for poetry, could it be that the poem was not done well, and the boss could still fire me, a hundred households in brocade? Joke!

No one laughs, and the talents have laughed at all.

Suddenly, Chang Yinxu slapped his face and praised loudly: "Okay, good poetry!" It's so much better than the bullshit bird poem just now! ”

"Good poetry! Wonderful poetry! The two brothers, Zhang Jingxiu and Zhang Maoxiu, stretched out their thumbs together.

Xu Xinyi, the female dependent, also gave a thumbs up: "It's amazing!" ”

"Wonderful," Zhang Zixuan's white and tender palm patted gently, "Listening to Brother Qin's poem, the little sister only felt like an enlightenment, and suddenly enlightened." ”

The eyes of all the talented people fell to the ground with a bang, and such blatant favoritism is unbearable!

The most excessive is Chang Yinxu, who actually said that Qin Lin's poem is much better than Liu Huanzhi's, and poor Liu Dacai almost spurted out a mouthful of blood!

(To be continued)