Li Jing laughed and said, "Lao Wang, if you can't drink, just say that what's the matter with your housekeeping skills." ”

Wang Jue replied: "The five old men are Sven people, you use the method of savage drinking to fill the old man, don't you allow the old man to use the method of Sven people to pay tribute, and say that the poem is good, one poem per person, and the wine that cannot be given." ”

Li Er sat on the main seat and watched them attack each other, he pulled two grapes and tasted them slowly, whether it was poetry or wine, it was not a matter for him, Chai Shao also sat still, he was also a civil and military cultivator, and when he wandered Chang'an in the early years, he was a well-known prodigal son.

Li Jing is not afraid, he can be regarded as a brilliant writer, poor Li Ji was born in Xiangma, he has no ability to write poems, and when he saw Changsun Chong smirking with a drumstick, he immediately grabbed him and pressed him beside him to prepare to use him as a gunman.

The eldest grandson Wuji asked Li Ji depressedly: "What are you holding my son for, if you want to help him, you should help me." ”

"Eldest grandson, that's not right, you squeezed to the civil official, that's your business, but your son is a captain under the old man, the boss is in trouble, shouldn't he, who is a captain, come to the top tank?"

For his rogue methods, the eldest grandson Wuji, Fang Xuanling and others sneered at him, Li Ji has always found another way to do things, not to take the right path, to marry a daughter, to ask the queen for help, to paint gold on his face.

"Boy, I'll write poems for a while, you and you Uncle Qin, Uncle Niu, and Uncle Wei Chi will do it for you, you don't need to read it well, just mix it up."

Cheng Yanjin had already arranged a task for Yun Ye, as for Li Chengqian, Li Xiaogong and Li Daozong had taken it away, Li Huairen had been kicked twice for this, and it was too difficult for him to write poems.

Wang Jue doesn't care, it's just a few kids, he and Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui are all poetry and literature masters, the eldest grandson Wuji, and Chai Shao is not an ordinary person. The person on the opposite side is except for Li Jing's number one person. The rest is not enough, Yun Ye is extremely arithmetic, but poetry is weak, I haven't heard him write any famous poems, the eldest grandson Chong is a little famous, but against him Lao Tzu, I don't believe that I can turn over the palm of my hand.

The emperor is the judge of course. This made him very dissatisfied, a little lost, he likes to write poems at the banquet, but identity is always a constraint, every time he drinks a banquet, he is a 10,000-year judge.

With Li Er's temperament, dissatisfaction will make things difficult for others. I don't have a share, I don't have a lot of fun, I want others to be not happy, I opened my mouth and set the rules, since it is a poem, it must be decent, it must conform to the rhythm of poetry, and it can no longer be like the last return trip to bite the gold and read the song. Oops my mom. What a big branch, and so much nonsense. It has to be meaningful.

As soon as the rules came out, the generals complained bitterly, and they used to rely on a big tree branch or something to sneak around, and His Majesty was naked in favoritism for civil officials.

"Boy, is there a problem, His Majesty has raised the difficulty a lot, it doesn't look like it's easy to mix." Cheng Yanjin asked Yun Ye worriedly, he also knew that poetry was not Yun Ye's strength, but it was okay for a military general to be embarrassed, and he must not be cowardly, and it was the tradition of the Tang Dynasty soldiers to bite off the enemy's flesh even if he died.

"Don't worry, uncle, the poem you made before is good."

"Nonsense, that's the old man is forced to be anxious, nonsense, it's over, boy, you even like the old man's poems, this poetry competition is eighty percent of the way to lose." Niu Jinda, Qin Qiong, and Wei Chigong also felt bad.

"Uncle, the poems they make are just word games, just arrange some words around, the real everyone writes poems with feelings, and integrates their souls and bodies into them, which can be said to be indispensable for spirit and spirit, so that the poems that come out are either sad and angry, or generous, or proud, or worried about the country and the people, the big picture can be bold, and the torture of the soul can be thought-provoking, and the rest is just piling up words, what kind of poetry is there."

Listening to Yun Ye's blowing, Cheng Yanjin and the others finally let go of their worries, but these words made Wang Qiqi, who was sitting on the side and overheard, smoke and shouted: "The angry old man, boy, dare to brag and despise the sages, if you can't pile up a few rhyming words for the old man today, the old man will hit the jade mountain tomorrow, and see what face you have to teach your children." ”

After scolding Yun Ye, he also added fuel and vinegar to the comments that Yun Ye made to everyone just now, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, eldest grandson Wuji, Chai Shao's face suddenly darkened, and they scolded Yun Ye for not knowing the height of the sky, and saying that Tianxia Hua was so unbearable, and asked him to explain.

Yun Ye thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with any famous poems during the Zhenguan period, and the two poems that Li Er kept were recorded because he was the emperor and the historian gave him some face, as for other people, I really hadn't heard of them.

"The kid has a big breath, the rhyme is a new rhythm, it was something that I only had in the early years of the Tang Dynasty, since you said generous, then read a good song for me, otherwise, Wang Qing will not care about Yushan."

Yun Ye got up and saluted Wang Qi and said, "The kid just said Meng Lang, please forgive the old gentleman." Wang Qi's face was relieved and he heard Yun Ye say again: "The kid is a student of arithmetic, and he found that everything in the world can be based on evidence, and poetry is no exception. Some of them are also very beautiful, for example, the two lines of poetry that my Uncle Cheng read are very beautiful. ”

Wang Jue is almost vomiting blood, using arithmetic arrangements to make poems? It's too much deception.

Li Er appeased the old Wang Jue who was about to run away, gritted his teeth and said to Yun Ye: "Okay, you can explain to me your Uncle Cheng's masterpiece of the dry tree fork, oh my mother, what a big tree branch, where is the beauty of these two sentences?" ”

The generals looked at Yun Ye worriedly, and even they didn't see that these two sentences were good, they were just plain words.

Walking to the middle of the field, Yun Ye made a circle, and said with a smile: "Elders, you were too anxious at the time, and my Uncle Cheng still had two sentences that he hadn't read, as long as they were connected, it would be a wonderful poem that would definitely rhyme." ”

"Hurry up, the old man is waiting to go to Yushan tomorrow to settle accounts with Li Gang."

"Oh my mom, it's such a big branch, the moss is the leaf in the spring, and the snow is the flower in the winter." Yun Ye just finished reading, and the generals immediately applauded, and even Li Er had to admit that it was indeed a good poem, the first two sentences were straightforward, and the last two sentences immediately depicted the form of the dead tree vividly, without great talent, it was impossible to make such a poem.

Wang Jue, who is ready to explode at any time, was stunned, poetry can still do this? What is this? Wrong. It's been done a long time ago. Maybe Cheng Bites Jin to find someone to save face, and everyone who is looking for it must be on-site proposition.

waved his hand to stop the noise of the generals, especially Cheng Yanjin, who had already told others that Lao Tzu thought like this at the beginning, and you didn't give the old man a chance to shine. Seeing that Wang Jue wanted everyone to be quiet, he laughed more and more.

Wait for the laughter to end. Wang Qi said: "Yun boy, if you read another poem about snow, the old man will be convinced." Who knows if this poem was made by Cheng Zhijie to find the great Confucianism of your academy.

Yun Ye smiled and said: "It's just a word, it's simple, you don't pay attention to words in a short time, just rhyme with it." If you want good poems to go back and pick up some good words with the rhyme feet of the books arranged in the academy, you listen, the world is general, the well is black holes, the yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. “

"It's over, the thousand-year-old Wenhua, ruined in one fell swoop!" Wang Qi sat back in his seat and screamed. This poem is really not much of a poem. It's impeccable in rhyme.

"Yezi, you said that after we go back. As long as you separate all the words and rhymes, and then classify them, what poems do you want to give in the end, group those groups of words, and finally the group is smooth, and it becomes a poem? ”

"You probably can't spell out a good poem, but it's enough to deal with a wine banquet."

Hearing Yun Ye and Li Huairen sing and speak in harmony, Wang Jue always felt that something was wrong, but in front of the facts, he had to admit it, and he was sweating profusely in an instant.

"It turns out that writing poetry is like this, Lao Wang, Lao Fang, you are too inauthentic, if you sue Brother Sù early, it will be over, let us be ugly for many years, and we are really not enough friends."

Li Ji finally caught the topic, and the yin and yang sarcastic civil officials, Li Er suddenly slapped the case and said loudly: "Boy, I was almost fooled by you, poet, where the ambition is." In the heart for the ambition, the speech for the poem, and the "poetry and words, singing words, sound Yiyong, law and harmony, if you simply call the poem a pile of words, it is too underestimate the world's scholars, have the ability, you pile up a masterpiece in the hall, it can be regarded as a heel, and then your fallacy is not too late, just take the wine in front of you as the topic, boy, I am waiting for you to give me an accident."

Looking at the amber wine in front of him, Yun Ye suddenly felt that Li Er's topic was not too difficult, so he asked the waiter, "What kind of wine is this?" “

The waiter replied in a low voice: "Back to the Hou Ye, this is Lanling wine." Yun Ye nodded, asked for a large piece of paper, wrote the words Lanling wine at the beginning, and turned around and asked the waiter: "What is this wine soaked in?" “

"Back to Master Hou, I soaked tulips, so the taste is fragrant." Yun Ye nodded, and added the word tulip to it. After finishing writing, he ran to Li Er's front to look at his wine bowl, others were porcelain cups, and he was the only one who used a jade bowl, looked at it carefully for a while, and then returned to the paper and wrote, the jade bowl two words, scratching his head and adding the words "full of amber", as soon as these five words came out, Wang Jue suddenly sneered.

The eldest grandson whispered to Yun Ye that the rhyme was wrong, Yun Ye thought for a while, changed the color word to the light word, thought about it and changed the full word to shenglai, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Xue Wanqian smiled and said to Chai Shao: "Last time we drank in the grassland, I drank and I couldn't even find the tent, this kind of sweet wine is not as good as the Yun family's wine." “

Yun Ye seemed to have divine help, and wrote down in one breath so that the master could get drunk, and he didn't know where his hometown was. After writing, he put down the pen, cleared his throat and read aloud: "Lanling wine tulips, jade bowl with amber light, but so that the host can get drunk, I don't know where it is." ”

Li Er read this poem several times, sighed for a long time, and felt that the poem was very boring, an elegant thing, Yun Ye was like killing a pig, and he made a beautiful poem after digging out his intestines and lungs, and it turned out that poetry can be made like this, and there is no artistic conception at all.

Wang Jue burst into tears, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui had a blue face, and the eldest grandson Wuji's face was uncertain, and Yun Ye's expression became more and more suspicious. (To be continued.) )

PS: The tulip of the Tang Dynasty is not the tulip of the Netherlands, it is a ginger plant, specially used for making wine, and the tulip was first produced in the Tianshan Mountains.