At this time, in the small group of Lu Bu, Xun Shuang raised his glass to Lu Bu and asked with a smile: "Why is General Han Fei, don't you feel a little emotional when you see this grand scene, thinking that you want to compose a poem to meet the situation, so that I can go out and argue with others?" ”

Lu Bu smiled, but he didn't know what to say, after getting along Lu Bu also knew Xun Shuang's temper, maybe for Dong Zhuo, his temper was too smelly and annoying, but Lu Bu knew very well that Xun Shuang was a relatively straightforward old man - Xun Shuang, who is sixty-two this year, can be regarded as an old man, and he also knew that Xun Shuang had no malice in saying this, if this kind of trivial matter was more serious than him, it would be too immeasurable.

The title of "General Han Fei" first came from Cai Yong's mouth, but it was somewhat ridiculous, but it was also useful, because this is the embodiment of closeness, and now Xun Shuang and Lu Bu are naturally ridiculing Lu Bu in order to get closer to Lu Bu.

Or Cai Yong came out to relieve him and said: "Where are the good words and phrases, they come to the place, and there is Ciming here, how can they be allowed to grab the jackpot?" ”

Lu Bu nodded gratefully to Cai Yong, this old man really had nothing to say to him, although Lu Bu guessed that he was selfish, and it may be because of Cai Yan's relationship, but the old man has always been close to Lu Bu.

Xun Shuang laughed, he seemed very interested in the relationship between Cai Yong and Lu Bu, but he didn't ask too much, as for the topic of wanting Lu Bu to compose poems, Xun Shuang didn't delve into it anymore, but was quite interested in Cai Yong's letting himself make some "words and sentences", everyone knows that "Wushuang Ciming" is a character who is close to idiocy in writing, not that he likes to show off or show off, but purely when the poetry is flourishing, he has the urge to write poetry, and he naturally has to recite it, which is also a characteristic of these contemporary literati.

Let's just say that there are many people at the scene who are similar to Xun Shuang, not to mention Wang Cang, who has just entered the court and became famous as a teenager after Cai Yong's recommendation, not to mention Cai Yong, a well-deserved contemporary writer who founded Feibaiti, Wang Yun and Yang Biao all have this tendency.

The only exception to Lu Bu's side now is probably Zhu Jun who is sitting on his right hand, when the Yellow Turban Uprising, he was worshiped by Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty as the right middle general, and the left middle Lang General Huang Fu Song smashed the Yellow Dragon of Zhang Jiao, the head of the Yellow Turban of the giant deer, and suppressed the Yellow Turban Uprising in one fell swoop.

It can be said that Zhu Jun made great contributions to the stability of the Han Dynasty, but unfortunately he did not meet a good master, and he was not reused, and later in an eventful autumn, Dong Zhuo took advantage of the situation, and Zhu Jun, who was a servant at the time, had the intention to kill the thief and had no power to return to the sky, but because of the huge prestige he had accumulated in the Han army, he was also on guard by Dong Zhuo like Huangfu Song, and he never got real power.

So Zhu Jun may be slightly better than Huangfu Song, at least he stays in Luoyang, and he has a good relationship with Wang Yun and Xun Shuang, but it is not clear whether the latter two have any "intentions" for him, and Lu Bu can only guess whether they want to use Zhu Jun's prestige in the army to do something.

At this time, Xun Shuang had already begun to clear his throat and open his throat: "Offering ugliness and offering ugliness, I will use a poem "Today's Good Banquet" to help everyone enjoy, and listen well: Tonight's good banquet, joy is difficult to show. The kite is exciting, and the new sound is wonderful. Lingde sings high words, knows the music and listens to its truth. Together, the meaning is not extended. Life is sent for a lifetime, and it is like a storm. Why don't you take a high step and ask for Lu Jin first. Wuwei guards the poor and cheap, and often works hard (from nineteen ancient Han poems, it is said to be written by an anonymous person, borrowed here, don't mind). ”…,

"Good!" Cai Yong first made a good hand, Lu Bu and Zhu Jun glanced at each other, a little helpless and bitterly smiled, their level of appreciation is not high, after all, it is not this piece of material, Lu Bu is better, there is still some land for cultural edification in later generations, although Zhu Jun is known as a Confucian general, he is the director of the art of war, where do you know this poetry and song, it is really confusing and there is no beginning and no end, at this moment, these two generals who are sandwiched in the literati have a feeling of sympathy, but they also know that they can't be completely indifferent, it's one thing to not understand, Whether there is a response or not is another matter, and all the two of them also cheered for Xun Shuangxiao.

Xun Shuang may have been too involved, and even asked Lu Bu: "What's so good?" ”

Zhu Jun almost squirted out a sip of wine, Cai Yong glared at him, looking at Lu Bu's eyes with a little encouragement, which made Lu Bu smile bitterly in his heart, he just said that he didn't even listen to all the poems, at least a few words were not very clear, and now he wants him to say what's good, isn't it embarrassing?

However, Lu Bu also has a characteristic that he can adapt to changes, and he said as soon as he had an idea: "Although this poem is short, it is very chic, and it sounds straightforward, but it is a flat and straightforward description of the poet's banquet and experience. The meaning is evocative, but it is teachable. ”

Cai Yong suddenly smiled, Xun Shuang also nodded to express satisfaction, even Zhu Jun couldn't help but wink at Lu Bu after staying for a while, showing the mentality of an old naughty boy.

The atmosphere on their side suddenly became warm, and it was somewhat conspicuous in the banquet, Wang Yun seemed to have noticed the situation on their side at this time, so he came over to inquire about it, and he also felt very interested in this matter, he originally wanted to join in, but after thinking about it carefully, he thought of a better idea, if everyone could join in, it would be much better than just a few people coming and going.

So he turned around, clapped his hands and attracted the attention of all the guests, and only then did he smile and say: "All the gentlemen here, if you are just drinking and chatting, it will be boring, and there is a mention here: In ancient times, there were Han Wu Bailiangtai will be ministers and give seven-word poems, and there are Lu Fengxian Wuyuan Feibai in the Hero Building, and now although we dare not compare with the Han Wu Qunxian, but all the gentlemen are the talents of my Han Dynasty, I can't help but give a seven-word poem in a couplet, what do you think?" ”

Seven-word poems are actually no strangers to all of you here, although Lu Bu's poem has a precedent in style, but if you talk about a single sentence, seven-word poems are not absent between the two Han Dynasty, but they are relatively few, but because Lu Bu's poem has made many people interested in this practice, so Wang Yun's words have caused a lot of people to sit down and respond.

Indeed, as he said, everyone is a cultural person, and naturally likes to do cultural things, just drinking and chatting is indeed very boring, many people are willing to sit here only to give Wang Yun face, in fact, this kind of birthday banquet place is not as lively as Lu Bu imagined, after all, considering Wang Yun's identity, some people will have scruples, not to mention that there is always no place dominated by literati to have the joy of eating meat and drinking wine in a large bowl like a military general, and there is a little less strength for the advancement of the banquet.

At this time, Wang Yun proposed such a proposal, although it was inspired by Lu Bu and them, but it was unanimously approved by everyone, but Lu Bu smiled bitterly, feeling as if he had lifted a stone and hit his own feet, although the chanting of poetry itself was only made by Xun Shuang.

He didn't know that the three brothers Liu Guan and Zhang in the distance also looked at each other when they saw this, even Liu Bei, who was the most cultured among them, was a little apprehensive.