There is a writer in Yunjiang County, named Xu Wenhua, in his forties, although he only passed the Xiucai examination, he has published a few books, which has a great influence, and he seems to have the momentum of being the first of the literati in Yunjiang.

In this poetry meeting of Yuejianglou, he will participate as the chief guest.

Tonight, Xu Wenhua is checking the information and doing his homework, after all, the opportunity to pretend to be forced is only reserved for those who are prepared.

After a while, the servant handed over a greeting post, saying that Boss He of the Four or Five Book Club had visited.

Xu Wenhua thought for a moment: "Please let him in." ”

Boss He, who is about the same age as Xu Wenhua, came in with a smile, first gave a souvenir, and then said: "Brother Xu, my younger brother recently went to another place to get a fan, and I want to ask you to help identify the authenticity." ”

Boss He made a generous move, and there were ten taels of silver as a souvenir, and Xu Wenhua was also quite kind: "Oh, show me." ”

Boss He carefully took out a fan from the box and presented it, Xu Wenhua looked at it carefully, and suddenly his expression changed: "The craftsmanship of folding fans is average, but the inscription on this is the handwriting of Meng Lao?"

Meng Lao is a model of literati in the Tianlong Kingdom, but he has already closed the mountain, and few authentic works have been handed down.

Boss He bowed slightly: "Little brother thinks so too." ”

Xu Wenhua liked this fan more and more, to the extent that he couldn't put it down, Boss He saw it in his eyes, and smiled: "I heard that Brother Xu is going to Yuejianglou tomorrow to participate in the poetry meeting? ”

"What's busy?" Xu Wenhua hurriedly asked.

Boss He lowered his voice and said, Xu Wenhua's face changed greatly: "Wang Changfa is righteous, often helps poor scholars, and is highly respected, you let me tear down his table tomorrow, as a backbone reader, I tell you righteously and eloquently, this matter ......"

"Gotta add money!"

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In the evening of the next day, the Yuejianglou Literati Poetry Meeting was held as scheduled, and dozens of well-known scholars gathered together to talk loudly.

Qin Fei was in charge of the banquet, and each table was equipped with grilled fish, hot pot skewers, fried crayfish, bamboo rat soup, etc., but it was a rich and unusually rich table.

Because the grilled fish and hot pot were both cooked while eating, Qin Fei had nothing to do after dealing with it, so Prince Duan invited Qin Fei to the table and arranged for a so-called four famous prostitutes to be next to Qin Fei.

Qin Fei was looking forward to it, but when he saw the makeup of the famous prostitute, painted like a ghost, he immediately lost interest.

Just imagine, first brush a layer of white ash on your face, and then use cinnabar to paint your lips blood-red, and your eyebrows are shaved to a small point, this kind of painting style similar to the picture of a lady in the Tang Dynasty, Qin Fei really can't accept it.

Therefore, Qin Fei had to compare the rules, if he hadn't given Wang Ziduan face, he would have left a long time ago.

"Childe, why don't you look at me?" the woman sitting next to her laughed.

Qin Fei lowered his head and ate vegetables.

"Could it be that Childe is shy?" the woman leaned closer.

I'm so scared, Qin Fei pulled her hand away: "This young lady, men and women can't kiss each other." ”

The woman was stunned: "Childe, can someone tell you a story?" When I was a child, I had a tank of fish at home, and my sister reached into the fish tank to touch it, and I only watched from the side, but my father found out and fined me and my sister all the pocket money. ”

Qin Fei responded politely: "You are quite innocent." ”

The woman blew in Qin Fei's ear: "I want to tell you that if you don't touch it, you have to give money." ”

Qin Fei shuddered, as if he had been blown by a ghost, and he didn't dare to touch it when he gave money, so he hurriedly changed places with a scholar beside him.

This scholar was so excited that he couldn't wait to bow to Qin Fei on the spot.

When the scholars were eating, they didn't forget to talk about it, like what the world pattern, heroes and heroes, etc., Qin Fei was not interested at all, and he couldn't answer anything.

After a while, the conversation turned to reading again, and everyone said the most impressive sentence from the book they had read.

When it was Qin Fei's turn, Qin Fei hadn't read the books of this era, and held back for a long time: "Ask for a monthly pass!"

The readers were shocked, which book is this from?

Also, what is a commuter pass and why do you ask for it?

But the readers can't show that they don't understand, but instead have a rather touching look: "This sentence is really deafening and thought-provoking, and it should be revealed!"

"That's right, in the dead of night, I use these three words to whip myself to write. ”

If it weren't for the interpretation of the readers, Qin Fei wouldn't have known that a small sentence asking for a monthly ticket would have so many inner meanings, and the online writers were awesome!

Halfway through the banquet, the special guest Xu Wenhua came late, but he didn't look good.

Wang Changfa greeted: "Mr. Xu, we have been waiting for you for a long time, come here and leave a place for you." ”

Xu Wenhua didn't apologize, walked to the chairman's position, and was about to sit down, when his expression suddenly changed: "The dignified poetry conference, just use such wine and food?

Wang Changfa didn't understand what Xu Wenhua was doing when he suddenly lost his temper, but he still said good words to appease.

But Xu Wenhua was unrelenting: "If you don't eat, follow me if you have the backbone, and you won't be humiliated if you starve to death!"

If it was in the past, Xu Wenhua's appeal was there, but now there is no literati to echo it, everyone took the benefits of the Wang family is one reason, and the second reason is that this meal is really delicious and interesting.

Xu Wenhua wanted to find a random reason to sabotage this poetry conference, but no one responded, and it was difficult to ride a tiger for a while, and the scene was very embarrassing.

Someone persuaded him a few more words, and Xu Wenhua half-pushed and half-agreed, and returned to his position.

Wang Changfa gave him a chopstick grilled fish: "Considering that Mr. Xu is a person who is accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, he racked his brains to set up this table of novel delicacies, and I hope Mr. Xu will try it." ”

Xu Wenhua snorted coldly, but he had heard that this grilled fish won the first place in the Yunjiang Food Conference, so he tried it, if the taste was slightly wrong, he would have to criticize it.

But as soon as the grilled fish was in his mouth, the fresh and fragrant taste instantly spread, Xu Wenhua felt that he had never eaten such a delicious grilled fish, and he ate several chopsticks in a row.

"What does Mr. Xu think?" Wang Changfa asked with a smile.

"It smells so good. After speaking, Xu Wenhua regretted that he was here to dismantle the stage, so he forcibly resisted the urge to continue eating and regained his cold arrogance.

"Since it's a poetry conference, you can't eat and drink, so let's start. Xu Wenhua commanded.

The theme of this poetry meeting was listed in advance, because the organizer Yuejianglou sells books, so the theme is reading.

The readers immediately spoke enthusiastically and recited their own poems, and every time they had a good sentence, they attracted a lot of applause.

When everyone had almost finished reciting, Xu Wenhua recited his poem as the finale: "Reading is not scholarly and sour, riding a horse to level the cold sand pass." The cold wind outside the plug kills people and kills evil, and the face is frowning when he returns. ”

This poem is to the effect that the heroism of the scholar who put pen to paper, combined with Xu Wenhua's experience of enlisting in the army, complements each other.

The literati praised one after another, saying that the leader of this poetry conference was none other than Mr. Xu.

Wang Changfa also said: "Mr. Xu is talented, Wang admires, I don't know under what circumstances this poem was sent?"

This is the advertising routine that was discussed in advance, Xu Wenhua's normal answer should have been written when he was studying in Yuejianglou, but the other party said: "I was studying in the Four or Five Books Club the day before yesterday, and I was moved." ”