The middle-aged scribe finished reciting the poem, turned his head to look at Zhang Wen, and politely signaled: "Please forgive me." ”

Zhang Wen raised his hand, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent. To be honest, most people think this poem is very ordinary, but no one wants to say this kind of hurtful words, because their level is not different from this middle-aged scribe's real surname, and this person has always been conceited, if he is not convinced, wouldn't he break up unhappily? Only Zhang Wen had the strength to convince him.

Zhang Wen secretly smiled bitterly, he saw the sneer on the corner of Sun Shao's mouth, but he couldn't think about it. Since Sun Quan moved to Jianye in the sixteenth year of Jian'an, most of the people who lived in Wu County, whether they were natives in Wu County, followed them to Jianye, plus Lu Ji, Gu Shao and others came out one after another, this Liuyu meeting can be said to be worse than a year.

Usually, Zhang Wen doesn't have too many ideas except for some lack of interest, anyway, this is a fun, no need to take it seriously, but when Sun Shao sat here today, he was inexplicably a little annoyed. Originally, Sun Shao was invited to let him see Wu Di's talents, but now it seems that this is obviously a mistake, looking at Sun Shao's expression, I know that this time I am afraid that it will be self-defeating.

He pondered for a moment, but still dispelled the idea of exaggerating a few words, if Sun Shao really didn't understand, then it would be fine, but if Sun Shao understood, wouldn't it seem that he was weak-hearted? He coughed and said with a smile: "Brother Wen Xu's poem is catchy, natural, it is indeed a good poem, and it contains the essence of the saint in it, and it has the merit of guiding people to goodness, which is really rare." ”

Everyone listened, and nodded their heads as if they were serious, although Zhang Wen's evaluation was brief, it was roughly in line with the truth, of course, it depends on how you listen to this, you can say that he has the merit of guiding people to goodness, or you can say that he is pedantic and empty talk. When the middle-aged scribe named Wen Xu heard this, he was also a little embarrassed, laughed twice, and retreated to the table, but his original confident face became a little depressed.

Although Sun Shao saw that everyone's faces were different, he didn't think too much, he watched everyone chant poems with a smile, listened to Zhang Wen's comments one after another, occasionally echoed, and took advantage of the gap to whisper a few words with Ge Heng, and talked very warmly. Ge Heng used to participate in such gatherings as a pure bystander, but this time he was happy to meet Sun Shao of a similar level, and he talked to Sun Shao with a smile, not at all like they had just met, but like they had been friends for many years. Originally, it was nothing, but Zhang Wen was preconceived to be a little defensive, and then looking at Sun Shao's smiling face, he always felt that Sun Shao was hiding something.

With this psychology, Zhang Wen was unnaturally a little anxious, he hoped that the wine glass would stop in front of Sun Shao soon, so that he could recite a poem on the spot, so as to see his true talent, but things did not follow people's wishes, the more he thought so, the more the wine glass did not stop in front of Sun Shao, which made him disappointed again and again, and the nameless fire in his heart became more and more vigorous, and he became more and more restless when commenting on other people's poems.

The wine glass slowly flowed down from the upper stream again, Zhang Wen stared at the wine glass with two eyes, eager to push it in front of Sun Shao with his eyes, but unfortunately he was disappointed again, the wine glass stopped halfway, and the clear wine in the glass reflected some dazzling sunlight, which made him squint his eyes involuntarily.

There was silence in the bamboo forest, and Zhang Wen suddenly felt a little weird, but he didn't know where the weirdness was for a while.

"Brother, it's your turn." Seeing that Zhang Wen didn't go to get the wine glass, Zhang Yi stood there in a daze, hurriedly walked behind Zhang Wen, and reminded softly. Zhang Wen was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, it turned out that the wine glass stopped in front of him, no wonder it was so dazzling.

"Oh." Zhang Wen responded, bent down and took out the wine glass, raised his hand, and gestured to everyone.

"Okay, Wen Shu will have a song." Someone shouted.

"Yes, Wen Shu will have a song, let us feast our ears." Seeing that Zhang Wen was about to recite poetry, the atmosphere that seemed a little dull just now was suddenly swept away, and one by one they shouted happily to listen to Zhang Wen's masterpiece.

Zhang Wen raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and opened his mouth to speak, but he was stunned. It was only then that he realized that he was only concerned about competing with Sun Shao secretly, and forgot to make some preparations, the wine glass was raised, but he had no inspiration at all, and in front of everyone, he was speechless and stood there indifferently.

Everyone thought he had something big, so they didn't dare to say anything, and even coughed and lowered their voices, for fear of missing Zhang Wen's wonderful text, but after waiting for a long time, they saw that Zhang Wen was still standing there motionless, and they couldn't help but be a little strange, looking at each other, their faces showed puzzled expressions.

Could it be that Zhang Wen, who has always been famous for his talent, also has a time when he is dumb?

Zhang Wen's face burned in panic, he glanced at everyone weakly, and especially stopped at Sun Shao. Sun Shaozheng tilted his head slightly, looking at him with bright eyes, the corners of his mouth still had that smile on his face, and his expression was focused and calm.

"Uh-huh, let me moisten my throat first." Zhang Wen smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it all. As soon as the wine entered his throat, he immediately regretted it, and now he was not drinking his own wine, but the liquor brought by Sun Shao.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Zhang Wen coughed and bent down.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all felt a little embarrassed, Zhang Wen's performance today was a big failure, without his demeanor as the first talent in Wuzhong, what happened to him today?

Don't say that others don't understand, even Zhang Qi doesn't understand, he frowned slightly, stepped forward to help Zhang Wen sit down, and gently patted Zhang Wen's back. Zhang Wen coughed for a while, then took the handkerchief handed over by the servant and wiped his face, and then smiled a little embarrassedly: "I just listened to your masterpieces, and I forgot for a moment that this wine was the liquor brought by Sun Jun, and I was choked, which is really rude, and I ask for your forgiveness." ”

"It's okay." Someone laughed and said: "Hui Shu is right, Sun Jun's wine is indeed strong, I was choked on a sip just now, but this wine is like a fire when I drink it, burning this belly warm, very comfortable." ”

"Exactly." Someone loudly echoed: "Huishu is in a hurry, and it is inevitable to choke, and it will be enough to rest for a while." ”

Zhang Wen took advantage of this moment, has already made a draft, after greeting, he returned to the original elegance, he walked to the stream, a little groaning, then opened his mouth to chant: "August autumn wind rises, Wuzhong harvest, rice fragrance floats thousands of miles, Taihu Lake perch fat ......"

Listening to Zhang Wen's poems, Sun Shao nodded secretly, I have to say that Zhang Wen's level is much stronger than those people, and it was a little sluggish at the beginning, but it was very smooth in the back, the depiction of the scenery was very natural and accurate, and the words were relatively precise.

"Wonderful!" As soon as Zhang Wen finished reading, Sun Shao was the first to praise him, and others were still immersed in Zhang Wen's poetry. Zhang Wen was a little embarrassed, although the later poems were quite satisfied, but he felt very uncomfortable in the first few sentences, but he had already spoken out and couldn't take it back, so he had to give it up and be modest for a few words. Although there were minor setbacks, I finally got over this hurdle.

Everyone, you comment, I comment, the atmosphere is warm, Zhang Wen motioned to start again, and shook his head at Zhang Yi quietly, Zhang Yi smiled slightly, glanced at Sun Shao, who was discussing Zhang Wen's poems with others, and smiled with Zhang Wen.

After a few more rounds, the wine glass finally stopped in front of Sun Shao again. Zhang Wen's eyes lit up, he let out a long breath, got up and said with a smile: "Young master, you should be ready this time, right?" Don't refuse. ”

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