Governor Lin and Yang Zongzhi exchanged a few words with the scholars, and sat down separately.

With a "start of the table", the hot meal was served like water.

But everyone's mind was not on dinner, they all took the initiative to come forward to toast and talk, and the atmosphere in Wangjiang Tower suddenly became lively.

Lin Bi Lin Governor did not wear an official uniform today, only a casual Confucian robe, dressed as a scholar. In fact, although Lin Zhifu was not born as a jinshi, his personal knowledge was excellent, but because of luck, he had not been able to enter the ranks. It is precisely because of such an unsatisfactory life that the prefect of Lin has always liked to promote his juniors, and he has a lot of prestige in the Shu sergeant forest.

As for Yang Zongzhi, because he was exiled in Yunnan with his father, he had no fame.

The two of them had a bit of sympathy for each other, and they talked and laughed happily.

Because he was wearing casual clothes, Lin Zhifu spoke casually, and as for Yang Zongzhi, he was also a liberal person. I didn't feel that after three rounds of drinking, both of them sat on the bamboo mat obliquely on the brocade pier, sometimes stroking their palms and laughing, sometimes shouting loudly, a celebrity demeanor.

Wu Jie watched it interestingly on the side, in his mind, the Ming Dynasty scholars and officials were born in the imperial examination, and they were all serious moral gentlemen, but he didn't want these two to behave like this. If you bare-chested and bare-chested, you reached into your clothes to catch a few lice, and you didn't know that you thought it was a bamboo forest in the Jin Dynasty, or Wang Xizhi's meandering water.

Look at the surrounding bamboo, it is also appropriate.

There is no distinction between high and low at this banquet, and it makes people feel comfortable.

It's a pity that Wu Jie has something in his heart, and when he sees the time passing little by little, he is a little anxious in his heart.

And Wu Lun and Lin Tingchen looked very familiar, the two sat together and muttered for a long time without talking, and Wu Lun was still shuttling in the crowd, whispering in the ears of other scholars from time to time, and he didn't know what the hell was going on.

It was completely dark, and suddenly there was a drizzle. In the haze, the light of the lantern became brighter and brighter.

Finally, a scholar couldn't bear to stand up and waved to the prefect of Lin and Yang Zongyi: "Today, I will wait for the invitation of the Lord of the Mansion to have a poetry and wine meeting by the Wangjiang Tower." All of you here are young talents in our house, and there are such great sages as Mr. Zongzhi, such a beautiful night, there is wine but no poetry, but it is a pity. ”

Governor Lin was already drunk and scattered, and his body was dissolute, and he laughed: "That's fine, if we and other literati have no poetry, wouldn't it be the same as the pawns of the peddlers in the wine and rice restaurant." Yuli, what do you say? Why don't you give everyone a question? ”

Although he drank a lot of wine, his heart was bright. These scholars are working hard today to show off in front of him and Yang Zongzhi, so they won't spoil their interest.

Also, Ting Chen has always said in front of me that he wants to meet the literary friends in Shuzhong, and he just took this opportunity to let him get acquainted with everyone.

Yang Zongyi smiled and nodded: "As far as Lord Lin said, Yang Zongzhi will give you a topic, and the surname Suo will use this night banquet as the topic, whether it is five words or seven words, just do it." ”

Governor Lin: "Okay, just listen to Yuli, with the theme of the night banquet, who will come first." His eyes fell on his own brother Lin Tingchen.

Heart, Ting Chen has been studying hard in his hometown in Guizhou in the past few years, and I heard that he has made great progress in learning, and he is even more talented.

Hearing that he was going to start composing poems, Wu Jie, who was sitting alone in the corner, lifted his spirits and thought to himself to see if he could find a suitable one among the three hundred Tang poems.

But at this time, he suddenly saw Lin Tingchen and Wu Yan giving each other a look.

I don't feel a pang in my heart.

Sure enough, Lin Tingchen stepped forward and bowed his hand to Yang Zongyi, and said respectfully: "I have heard the name of Mr. Zongzhi for a long time in my late life, and I admire it in my heart. Mr. Zongzhi has a family history, and the late Scholar Yang is a generation of words, how dare I and other juniors chant some unsightly poems in front of you. There is a proposal in the late life, and I hope that Mr. will agree. ”

One of Yang Zong's words: "You say it, nephew." ”

Lin Tingchen said: "There is a gentleman, I and other juniors will not dare to get an axe, otherwise, please ask Mr. to improvise a poem, inscribed on the wall of this Wangjiang Tower, it will become a scene in my Chengdu in the future." Mr. has always liked to carry the younger generations, so it is better for us to make a short essay as the preface according to the general idea of Mr. Poetry, and inscribe it with Mr. Master's masterpiece to borrow a little brilliance from Mr. ”

"That's a great statement!" Governor Lin's eyes lit up, he suddenly stood up from the mat, stroked his forehead with his hand, and laughed: "Okay, it's really good." Articles and poems will naturally be passed on to future generations. Don't shirk the sect, with your support, the younger generations can also use it to make a name for themselves. ”

"Good!" The sentient beings also echoed for a while: "Mr. Zongzhi must not refuse, let me be disappointed!" ”

They all stepped forward to plead, Yang Zongzhi's name is like thunder, if you can see his new poems today, how can it not be exciting?

"In this way, won't the old man be noisy?" Yang Zong was a little surprised.

"It turned out to be an essay!" Wu Jie frowned unconsciously, he thought that this night banquet would let everyone make poems as usual, but he didn't want it to be like this at all. Lin Ting's words just now should be Wu Jie's ghost idea, so as not to let me Wu Jie steal other people's style in poetry.

Only Wu Yan knows my attainments in poetry, and he came up with such a trick to limit my strengths!

Seeing that everyone was too enthusiastic, Yang Zongzhi couldn't shirk it, so he smiled and bowed slightly: "Okay, the old man will be ugly." ”

He picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then took the pen and dipped it in ink and walked to the powder wall of Wangjiang Tower, bowed his head and pondered for a moment before putting down the pen vigorously. The unrestrained book is strong and powerful: "The suburbs are resting on the horses and whisking Wu hooks, and Ping gathers the end of the world to be white-headed." Jiuke Jiannan only ordered wine, and the long rumor of the homeland went upstairs. ”

"Good!" Everyone finally saw Yang Zongzhi's new work, but it was so exquisite, in addition to admiration, there was only admiration.

This poem is ostensibly written about drinking with friends, but in fact it is a self-inflicted injury. Yang Zongzhi's bad luck and ill-fated leap out, which made people sigh in their hearts.

"What a Ping gathers the end of the world and has a white head, Yuli, Yuli, you and I are old!" Governor Lin also sighed loudly, touching his gray hair with his hand.

"This Yang Zongzhi's handwriting is really good!" Wu Jie's eyes lit up next to him, and he couldn't help but applaud: "However, the poems are average, although they are not bad in the Ming Dynasty, but they are still much worse than Tang poems and even Song poems." ”

He thought to himself.

At this time, Yang Zongzhi wrote like a dragon and snake in his pen, and continued to write: "The forest is half a ravine and the spring rain is flying, and the tide is falling and the river is flowing rapidly and twilight. The world is sad to live, don't say this is drunk. ”

After writing, there were tears in my eyes.

He endured the pen and smiled: "A certain gaffe." ”

"Good!" The sentient beings will clap their palms red.

"Well, the second half of the song is also very good." Wu Jie nodded secretly below: "In terms of poetry alone, it can be ranked in the forefront among contemporaries. Next, the scholars should write a preface to this poem, and it was a small accident that this night banquet turned out to be like this. I have to think about which article to use. ”

My mind began to spin rapidly.

There was no place to live, and the excited scholars quieted down.

Governor Lin glanced at everyone: "Okay, which talent will preface Mr. Yuli's poem?" ”

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