Wu Ciyou said, poured out three bowls of wine from the altar, brought a bowl over the table and said: "Please drink this bowl of 'champion wine' slowly, why don't you Wu Ciyou also come to make a poem - but it is a limerick poem-"

Ten geese, a hundred geese,

A thousand geese, ten thousand geese......

A few people on this side of the table, unexpectedly, would kill a Cheng biting gold, and when they saw this scholar strolling over with wine and chanting, they couldn't help but look at each other. Hearing him sing about the snow like this, Li Guangdi couldn't help but turn his face and cover his mouth and laugh secretly. Uncle Wang Yu and Huang Zongxi heard that there seemed to be an elegant sound in it, and while getting up to give Wu Ciyou and Li Yuliang their seats, they listened carefully to him and continued to chant:

Billions of geese cross the Milky Way,

The sky is low and the clouds are deserted!

The Queen Mother is intolerant of turbidity,

Anger makes all the heavens arrested,

Broken feathers have fallen one after another.

The right army threw his pen in astonishment,

Easy teeth to hold on to the salary and cook the wrong thing.

Invite each other to drink and drink together,

White plums sing all over the place!

Laugh out loud. The six people couldn't help but look at each other, but Li Yuliang pursed his lips and smiled. After a long time, Huang Zongxi asked: "Wu Ciyou-well, listen to your accent, but you are from Yangzhou?" ”

"Mr. Huang," Wu Ciyou smiled, "Wu Zhixun is my father, don't you know?" ”

Huang Zongxi was suddenly shocked: "It turned out to be the son of Wu Lao Xiangguo!" After that, he turned his face to Uncle Wang Yu and said, "Uncle Yu, this is the second son of Mr. Zhixun, I didn't expect to meet here." As he spoke, he introduced the people in the audience to Wu Ciyou one by one, and everyone bowed their hands. It was Li Guangdi's turn, but he didn't dare to accept Wu Ciyou's salute, turned over and bowed to the ground, and said: "I have known the name of my brother for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be so fateful!" ”

Wu Ciyou hurriedly picked it up and said, "How can this gift be made?" Dunne laughed and said, "That's how he should be." You don't know it yet, he is your old lady, Mr. Zhixun, when he traveled to Fujian, he received a high foot! When Wu Ciyou heard this, he returned the salute with a smile and said: "There are so many seniors and Confucians in the little Anqing Windward Pavilion at once, and the late life has disturbed your Qingxing!" As he spoke, he pulled Yuliang and said, "Let's sit down quietly and listen to your generous Yayin." ”

Yuliang held the wine bowl and didn't say a word, but he was intently observing the middle-aged man under the east window, who was dipping his hand in wine and writing something on the table. Wu Ciyou smiled, then left everyone over, and said with a smile: "This gentleman sits alone and writes poems, which is very elegant, but it is difficult to drink, why not come and sit with everyone?" Yuliang smiled and said: "I see, you don't look like you're playing with a pen, you look like you're playing with a knife handle - what's your name?" ”

"Brother, you have such good eyesight." The middle-aged man smiled, "I was originally a fighter, listening to the poems of a few people, and I wrote them down casually - my name is Huangfu Baozhu." As he spoke, he got up and returned the salute to Wu Ciyou, and bowed to Li Yuliang again. Li Yuliang held his hands on his hands, and suddenly felt a thousand pounds of pressure, knowing that this was a good hand in the rivers and lakes.

"You can't be called a 'late student' now!" After everyone took their seats, Huang Zongxi half-leaned back in the chair and said to Wu Ciyou with a smile, "I heard that you have become an emperor, I'm afraid that you are here for a micro visit, right?" ”

Wu Ciyou knew that this Huang Zongxi was as big as the sea and had a strange temperament, he was humble on the outside and arrogant on the inside, and he was the most prestigious of these people. Listening to his poem "Treat the East Wind with a Strong Color", it seems that the literati tend to be quite sarcastic, because of a smile: "I am no longer an official, and I have not really been an official for a day. However, Mr. Cheng asked, I can tell you the truth, since I have been an emperor, I have been scattered in the dust, reduced to begging and singing, and will never ruin the career of my student Long'er. ”

"Good!" Uncle Wang Yu saw that Huang Zongxi couldn't help but glance at Wu Ciyou with his eyes, and hurriedly smiled at the round, "But I am not an official, at this time, like us, we are also idle clouds and wild cranes, so we don't have to worry about the court, today is Huang Taichong's 40th birthday, or chanting poems to celebrate his birthday!" ”

Wu Ciyou looked left and right, and saw that there were ready-made four treasures of the study room on a cabinet, so he smiled and said: "It is a birthday, but I have no etiquette to respect, there are two poems written to dedicate to Mr. Huang, may Mr. live longer than Nanshan!" As he spoke, he walked over, and Yuliang also came over to help him lay out the paper. Wu Ciyou's pen in hand, shaking his spirit, wrote it out, and when everyone looked at it, the first one was:

Eight Mountains Stacked Cui Poetry - Visit Suzhou Banshan Temple

Mountains and mountains

Far away

The mountain is halfway up the mountain

Reflecting the Hundred Heart Pond

The mountain peaks return to the mountains

Li Sisan forgot about his life

The mountain is close to Sioux City, and the pavilions embrace the mountain

The old theme of the temple is suspicious

The bamboo Zen couch stays in the village to paint the reality

Silk new drunk Yu song fishing waves

The other header is:

Baoshan Stacked Cui Poetry - Tour Xishan Lingguang Temple

Mountains and mountains

Supernatural

There are mountains next to the mountains

Choose the four gods

In front of the mountain, the mountain season tour of the mountain

Visiting all over the spring is the end

Outside the mountains, the wild mountains reflect the mountains

People go to Mushan Mountain and shine on the mountain

Joy is like a mirror

Really looking for the world, greed does not follow

Yuliang and Baozhu were dumbfounded, and after watching for a long time, they couldn't read it, and when they were about to ask how to read, they heard Li Guangdi chanting in a low voice:

"Eight Mountains Stacked Cui Poems - Visiting Suzhou Banshan Temple": The mountains are far away from the half-mountain pond, and the heart is happy to return to the mountains and the world has been forgotten; The pavilion embraces the mountain and the garden, and the village paints the real waves. The fisherman's song is drunk with new silk and bamboo, and the meditation couch leaves the old temple; The mountain is three or four miles away from Sioux City, and the mountain peaks reflect the mountain light.

"Baoshan Stacked Cui Poems - Tour West Mountain Lingguang Temple": The mountains and mountains are supernatural and there are mountain gods, and the four seasons are full of spring; The mountains reflect the mountains and shine in the eyes, and the mountain light is like a mirror. Don't be greedy for the world and seek true happiness, because it is to return to the mountains and people; The wild mountains are visited all over the mountain, and the mountain is selected in front of the mountain and the mountain is neighbored. ”

After reading it, Li Guangdi laughed loudly: "Good poem, good poem!" Uncle Wang Yu said with a smile: "The word second friend is stronger than Mr. Zhixun, this style, this momentum, this charm, eighty percent of the post of the right army in the Qing Secret Hall - Taichong, there is such a good product for the fortieth birthday, which is very expensive!" ”

Huang Zongxi carefully picked up the ink-drenched paper and looked at it carefully, and his eyes lit up. Wu Ciyou, as an emperor and not an official, is already in line with his spleen and stomach, and he compliments himself so much, he unconsciously has a sharp increase in his good impression of Wu Ciyou, and praises him repeatedly: "Good, good!" I took it! There is nothing to give back, a glass of thin wine, Mr. Second Friend, please receive! In an instant, Wu Ciyou rose to the status of "sir" in his eyes. Of course, Wu Ciyou was very happy, took the cup and took it down. Lit up the bottom of the cup, returned to his seat and smiled: "Why don't we join a poem to celebrate the birthday?" ”

"I'm impatient to search for dry intestines here," said Du Ne, rolling up his sleeves, "It's better to collect Tang poetry couplets!" Pu Tingshen also smiled: "It is a birthday celebration, and the collection of Tang poems should also have a title, which is called 'Don't Confuse Shuhuai'?" Shi Runzhang slapped his hands and smiled: "Wonderful! ”

"Kangxi also has eyesight, and he has found such a good master," Huangfu Baozhu said secretly in his heart, "This talent, this romance, how can Wu Sangui find it?" But he said: "Today, our ears and eyes are not shallow, and Mr. Yuliang and I may only be able to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight." When he said that, when he looked at Yu Liang, Yu Liang was looking at Wu Ciyou thoughtfully.

Huang Zongxi did not give in, and first chanted:

Forty unheard lazy slow down,

Uncle Wang Yu laughed and said: "Lao Huang will pick ready-made, but it is like Dai Shulun expressing his feelings for Lao Huang." He went on to chant:

Life is still like the old poverty.

Who can Ruan's open-mindedness,

Shi Runzhang hurriedly continued:

But I am afraid that the idler is a nobleman.

When I think about the passing years, I am shocked,

"This is forcing people to change the rhyme." Pu Tingshen smiled, "It's in line with my situation at this time." He continued:

The green robe has now been mistaken for Confucianism.

Where is the time of difficulty?

I am ashamed to ask for my name.

Bo has an article to pass on to his children,

Huang Zongxi couldn't help laughing: "A poem arouses Lao Pu's complaint, don't you hear that the article hates life, and the better you write it, the more unlucky you are?" He smiled and continued:

There is no book to answer the minister.

The strong heart sings in secret,

Dunne interjected and groaned:

Four or five new stems of gray hair.

Where to go out to look at the Jingshi?

Wu Ciyou continued with two sentences:

Several times in the wind to think far away.

Sick and long-toe, peeping at sanctification,

Huang Zongxi shook his head and sighed secretly: "After all, different identities have different temperaments. I still borrow from the ancients to express my feelings—"

When there is no talent, I dare not be tired.

Who misses the crown?

"Seek benevolence and get benevolence, why sigh and feel sorry for yourself?" Uncle Wang Yu smiled and said to Huang Zongxi, "Don't be too self-suffering, have no merit and fame, and have no interests to solve their worries——"

Lonely smoke only knows itself!

I don't understand what I do to make a living, I only understand it,

A poem with a single inscription on a plantain leaf.

Wu Ciyou finally felt that his style was too decadent, and he secretly took an idea in his heart, took a glass of wine from Yuliang's hand, tilted his neck and drank it, and said with a smile: "Late life is going to fight in the ring today." A few of you take a break, and I'll fight with the bare earth and the pavilion gods! As he spoke, the man groaned:

The envoy also sent thanks to Linchuan,

Xinbu's secluded habitat is self-dedicated.

Cold brew full of bottles and books,

Pu Tingshen was bowing his head and thinking, and Li Guangdi had already raised his head to fight:

The green poplars are like hair and willows, like smoke.

Push the physics to be happy,

"I feel that my career is unusual!" Wu Ciyou groaned:

Who is like asking Xingzang?

Pu Tingshen turned his face and saw that Li Guangdi was about to say again, so he hurriedly grabbed it and said:

Poet genius restaurant fairy!

"Good!" Wu Ciyou didn't allow him to make a sentence, and suddenly said again:

The chapters between the walls move the wind and thunder,

"Outside the door, it's cold and covered with green moss!" Pu Ting Shen was backward and said with a smile:

Writing books behind closed doors for many years,

"The family lives on the floor all day long!" Li Guangdi's spirit was bright, and when he saw that Wu Ciyou was about to take the lead again, he hurriedly said, "You are the master of the ring, and you are slow-"

Strange flowers and plants are clearly seen,

Wu Ciyou didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly laughed:

The silver screen of bead foil is opened.

At this point, the poetry should go further,

I don't know if my life is in Penglai.

The moonlight river sound is on the first floor,

"I'm a little perfunctory," Li Guang laughed, "I have to turn around-"

There is also a Danqiu in the world.

Tile the wind to write the score,

"Drunk and folded flower branches as wine chips!" Wu Ciyou hurriedly said:

The old business has been exhausted with the conquest,

Pu Ting was stunned for a moment and said: "How did you get it, our poems here seem to be overturning the case in front of us!" I don't—"

Don't stop the sorrow of the past and the present.

Poetry shoulders don't shrug to the top of the building,

A bosom friend is not easy to find.

A hundred years of life is sad,

"I can hear it now," Li Guangdi also smiled, "Brother Shi is really powerful, I will help Brother Pu again-"

Xiang Xiu returned to his father.

did not return Guo Pu with color,

At this point, the tone of the poem becomes desolate again. Everyone upstairs focused their eyes on Wu Ciyou to see how he could get it back. Wu Ciyou groaned slightly, and suddenly smiled: You two are not vulgar hands, but unfortunately the situation has been decided, so it doesn't matter if you pile up some sad words and sentences, not to mention that the colored pen is still in my hand, I'm afraid that you will end up with Jiang Lang——"

But he sent a distant letter to Yuan Si.

Three thousand years of heart resistance,

Seven poems were passed down in the air in the two places.

has been remembered by the Autumn Wind Sect,

The chant stopped abruptly, turned his face to Huang Zongxi and smiled: "I think you have admitted this account well." You started the beginning, and you are still responsible for the end, I have tried my best to overturn the case for you, and I must live this forty years of life miserably, and I can't help it. He poured himself a drink.

Huang Zongxi lowered his head and thought for a long time, the poem reached this point, and it was too far-fetched to use the wind and snow and the moon to prevaricate, and the front was full of sorrow, desolation, and sadness, and if he repeated it, he would lose his identity. After a long time, I had to smile and say: "Second friend, with good intentions, you really have you, forcing people to be proud." I can't find the right one for this last sentence—so be it! ”

Bring the book sword to the end of the world!

Ending the whole article with this sentence is indeed seamless. But the nine people on the windward West Pavilion all knew in their hearts that this battle of the Tang Poetry Collection Union had unknowingly been overwhelmed by Wu Ciyou.

"It's coming and going, and it's getting deeper—I have to follow your whip." Uncle Wang Yu seemed to be very emotional, "It's really a genius to overturn the case!" No wonder the old gentleman often praises the second son. The emperor chose you to be his master, and he really has a vision, and now he puts you on the rivers and lakes, and this farsightedness is worth excavating. Here, a toast! ”