Liu Biao smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, go and sue your son-in-law, feel free, don't be restrained."" Promise. The attendant said yes and retreated.

Then came Huang Yueying's father and daughter, because the two parties were relatives, they spoke very affectionately, and then Huang Yueying's father and daughter came out of the hall.

Zhang Lang's entourage came to the courtyard to find Zhang Lang, "Childe, the gift has been given." Zhang Lang nodded, and led his entourage around, his eyes wandering among the crowds, he was observing the demeanor of these Jingzhou elites, all of them in Confucian shirts, graceful manners, and exports. Zhang Lang felt a kind of literary temperament, if Wencai could compete for hegemony in the world, he was afraid that the princes of the whole world would not be Jingzhou's opponent if they were tied together. However, Zhang Lang found that there was a problem among these Jingzhou elites, their temperament was too soft, lacking a kind of arrogance, and lacking a kind of blood.

"Xiao Gongzi!" A call came from behind him.

Zhang Lang turned around and saw Huang Chengyan coming over with a smile on his face.

Zhang Lang smiled and hugged his fists and said, "Old man." ”

Huang Chengyan returned a salute, "Don't dare, don't dare!" I don't dare to accept such a big gift from my son! At this time, the talented people of Jingzhou are gathering in the side hall, why don't the sons also go to join in the fun? ”

Zhang Lang's expression moved, "Then you have to see and know." ”

Huang Chengyan smiled slightly.

Zhang Lang followed Huang Chengyan to a side courtyard, where he saw a group of men and women with extraordinary temperament and well-dressed clothes gathered in a water pavilion. One of the particularly handsome men was talking loudly, his face full of pride, the men around him either showing jealousy or disdain, and the women showing admiration and obsession.

Huang Chengyan led Zhang Lang to the middle of the crowd, and when everyone saw Huang Chengyan coming, they all bowed and saluted, and the man who was talking loudly also stopped performing and came forward to salute.

Huang Chengyan pulled Zhang Lang to introduce to everyone: "This is Xiao Gongzi, a businessman who came from Jingzhou to do trade. ”

The crowd immediately burst into laughter, perhaps because of Huang Chengyan's face, but he didn't say anything.

Huang Chengyan introduced Zhang Lang again: "These are all young talents in Jingzhou, and the son can be so close to them!" ”

Zhang Lang smiled slightly.

Huang Chengyan began to introduce these people to Zhang Lang one by one, either the son of a certain Taishou, or the young master of a certain car, the handsome son who talked about it just now was the young son of Kuailiang, the master of Jingzhou, Kuai Fang, this kid didn't know what he was relying on, he looked like no one was in his eyes, when Huang Chengyan introduced him, he didn't even look at Zhang Lang, he just arched his hand slightly. When Zhang Lang was led to a woman by Huang Chengyan, he couldn't help but be stunned, because the woman was clearly the tea lady he had seen in the Wollongong tea shed a few days ago. At this time, she was wearing a lilac dress, with a golden hairpin on her head, her hair draped behind her head like a waterfall, and her beautiful face was lightly powdered, revealing a gorgeous temperament in the beauty and refinement.

"I didn't expect to see you here!" Zhang Lang smiled.

Huang Yueying smiled and was slightly blessed, "Nanyang Wanzhen has seen the son. "Huang Wanzhen, this is Huang Yueying's alias, so she is not lying.

Huang Chengyan smiled and introduced others to Zhang Lang. After introducing a round, he asked Kuai Fang with a smile: "What was the virtuous nephew talking about just now?" ”

Seeing this, Kuai Fang asked, glanced at Zhang Lang, and saluted Huang Chengyan, "The little nephew was talking about the development of poetry since the "Book of Songs" just now, and today's Yuefu poems far exceed the "Book of Songs" of the year in terms of capacity, lyricism, narrative, and the paving of the scene, such as this "Fifteen from the Army", fifteen from the army, eighty years from the beginning, the road is full of villagers, there is Ah Shui at home? The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam. The atrium is born in the valley, and the well is born in the sunflower. Cook the grain for rice, and pick the sunflower for soup. The soup is cooked for a while, and I don't know who Yi'a is. When I went out and looked east, tears stained my clothes. This Yuefu poem is much better than the Book of Songs! ”

Zhang Lang didn't know what "Yuefu Poems" and "Book of Songs" were at all, so he could only stand there and pretend to be dumb.

Kuai Fang glanced at Zhang Lang, "What does Xiao Gongzi think of what I said?" ”

Zhang Lang could only smile and say nothing.

The people around him couldn't figure out the details of Zhang Lang and didn't say anything, but Kuai Fang sneered in his heart: What can a businessman understand? Why did Xiao Gongzi smile and not speak? If you think what I said is wrong, please don't hesitate to give me advice! Kuai Fang deliberately lowered his posture, wanting to force Zhang Lang to make a fool of himself.

Everyone's eyes looked at Zhang Lang, they were all curious, Huang Chengyan and Huang Yueying all looked at Zhang Lang expectantly.

Zhang Lang couldn't wait to punch Kuai Fang's handsome smiling face.

Kuai Fang saw that Zhang Lang didn't answer for a long time, thinking that he didn't understand poetry at all, and he was proud in his heart, with a look of disdain in his eyes. The other young men and women also had similar thoughts, and some of them were whispering something, and their eyes already showed a disdainful attitude. Huang Yueying and Huang Chengyan were very puzzled, and they didn't understand why Zhang Lang didn't show his hand?

"It seems that Xiao Gongzi only knows how to do business, but he doesn't know what the "Book of Songs" and "Yuefu" are? I really don't know, I was rude just now! Kuai Fang said apologetically, but it was more like mockery.

Someone in the crowd laughed. Huang Chengyan and Huang Yueying were disappointed, thinking that their previous judgment was wrong.

Zhang Lang suddenly smiled, "What are the "Book of Songs" and "Yuefu"? ”

Everyone was stunned, Kuai Fang sneered and clenched his fists and said, "I want to ask for advice." ”

Zhang Lang walked to the railing, remembering Su Shi's famous poem "Jiangchengzi" in his memory, thinking of the artistic conception of the poem, he couldn't help but sigh, and said softly: "Ten years of life and death, two vast, don't think, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation, even if you don't know each other, dusty, sideburns like frost, come to the night and return to the hometown suddenly, Xiaoxuan window, is dressing, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, expected to be broken every year, bright moon night, short Matsuoka." ”

Kuai Fang, who originally wanted to see Zhang Lang's joke, widened his eyes in surprise and opened his mouth, and all the men and women looked incredulous, as if they were stupid. Huang Yueying silently recited Zhang Lang's "Jiangchengzi" by stealing Su Shi, her beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance, and her heart was extremely excited. Huang Chengyan smiled and brushed his beard under his chin.

Zhang Lang turned around and asked Kuai Fang with a smile: "My poem "Jiangchengzi" is comparable to the poems in "The Book of Songs" and "Yuefu"? ”

Kuai's face was gloomy, his heart was hateful and jealous, and he was speechless.

Zhang Lang sneered: "What's the use of these poems? If there is chaos today, neither the "Book of Songs" nor "Yuefu" can set up the chaos and reorganize the rivers and mountains anyway! The only ones who can clean up this broken mountain and river are the iron-blooded soldiers! If you blindly indulge in poetry and songs, you can only sing praises for the victors in the future! ”

Many people showed a look of thought, and Kuai Fang was so angry that he couldn't refute it.