The surrounding crowd of onlookers, hearing Sima Shao say that he had not prepared a poem and refused to write it, all whispered and felt incomprehensible.

As soon as his words fell, the men and women who participated in the poetry meeting all showed curiosity and interest.

Some people want to see him make a fool of himself and test whether he is really talented or a vain person?

Sima Shao really didn't want to be in the limelight, he obviously came to the poetry meeting when he was bored, why did it happen to him again?

Even if he is alone, he doesn't care much about the strange eyes of others, but there are Yu Wenjun and the maids who came this time, he can't lose face in front of them, so he just responds.

"Fetch paper, ink, pen and inkstone." Sima Shao recruited the maids of the poetry club to help study the ink, took the rice paper, and prepared to write.

"I've started writing, His Royal Highness's name is plum blossom." The people who were close to him began to whisper, and broadcast the writing in real time, like an announcer.

"Plum blossoms!"

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone."

"I know that it's not snow, it's because there's a dark fragrance."

Every time Sima Shao wrote, someone secretly figured it out, and the people around him seemed to be in the artistic conception.

A few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall bloomed alone in the bitter cold.

Why do you know that white plum blossoms are not snow when you look at them from afar? Because of the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

"A few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, Ling Han blooms alone", writing a rather chilly early spring season, everything has not sprouted, but a few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall bloom in the cold.

These two sentences write plum blossoms, do not paint their shapes, but convey their gods, and the word "corner" points out the location.

"Open alone" corresponds to "several plums", conveying the message that Mei Xiantian is spring.

The word "Ling Han" explains the time, highlighting Chunmei's character traits of being proud in the bitter cold.

Compared with the previous two sentences, the last two sentences "remote knowledge is not snow, for there is a dark fragrance" to write the fragrance of plum blossoms, it is written more novel and chic.

Haruka is not snow", focusing on people's visual image, implicitly writing about the purity and whiteness of plum blossoms.

Although this poem denies that the few plum blossoms that Ling Han blooms alone in the corner of the wall seen in the distance are snow, it actually reflects the white and snowy color of plum blossoms in a tortuous way.

And a very small number of them were a little shocked, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was really bold. 、

On the surface, the poem is written about the plum blossoms blooming in winter, but in fact the connotation is vague.

The plum metaphor refers to women, and the snow metaphor refers to men, describing the love and love in winter.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, most of the talents who are preparing to participate in the competition have a lonely look, I am afraid that this shadow will be left in their hearts, and I am afraid that they will never dare to question Sima Shao in the future.

Sima Shao borrowed the famous poem "Plum Blossom" by Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty, and amazed these so-called talented and beautiful women on the spot, although it was not his own true talent, but who called him a crossover, anyway, no one in this era said that he was plagiarism!

The talented and beautiful people who participated in the poetry meeting wanted to show their talented side, but Sima Shao's poems unconsciously covered the light of other talents and became the most famous participants in this poetry meeting.

......

As the sun set approached, the poetry meeting was almost coming to an end.

This time, the Lanting Poetry Meeting, the most eye-catching, is undoubtedly Sima Shao.

Originally, Sima Shao followed Yu Wenjun over, just to make soy sauce, and he began to pay attention to the poems and articles discussed by the talents around him, and he didn't care about tasting pastries and fruits.

Sima Shao didn't want to be in the limelight at all, but someone had to want to see him make a fool of himself, which angered him and didn't want to continue to keep a low profile.

Fortunately, the poetry meeting ended, and Sima Shao finally got rid of all kinds of compliments and advice from talented and beautiful people, and the feeling of being famous was not very good.

Before leaving, Shangguan Wan'er took the initiative to send him out of the Lanting Pavilion, and couldn't help but invite him along the way.

"Your Highness, do you usually have time in the mansion, can the little girl ask His Highness to talk alone and discuss poetry and articles."

"Ahem, ahem!" Sima Shao was almost frightened, and directly refused: "This, I don't have much time, I'm very busy every day, I'm afraid there is no chance to meet." ”

In Shangguan Wan'er's disappointed gaze, Sima Shao led Yu Wenjun and strode out of Lanting, he would never come again.

This kind of literary young woman, who knows what she wants to do with him, in case the little daughter-in-law is jealous and misunderstood...

Yu Wenjun saw him fleeing like this, and he secretly laughed in his heart, very satisfied.

The carriage left slowly, Shangguan Wan'er stood at the door, watching His Highness and them leave, she was a little reluctant in her heart, she obviously thought that her posture was also good, but Her Highness always didn't dare to look at her, it was really interesting.

She was looking forward to the next encounter.

......

It was dark, the moon hung high in the sky, and the stars were shining.

The light of the charcoal fire in the backyard is unusually bright in the courtyard.

At this time, Sima Shao put black charcoal on a wooden pile, set up a grill on the fire, and prepared to start eating skewers.

In the courtyard, Yu Wenjun and the maids sat in front of the grill, watching intently.

Sima Shao's free movements kept sprinkling all kinds of spices on the meat skewers, such as salt, ground red peppers, sesame oil, etc.

Soon, all kinds of meat aromas mixed with the smell of condiments were emitted, and everyone smelled drooling.

And in addition to kebabs, there are also grilled leeks, mushrooms, eggplant, and dried tofu, which are grilled and eaten, but it is quite unpopular.

"Right away!"

After Sima Shao finished speaking, he took down dozens of mutton skewers from the grill, put them on the porcelain bowl and said with a smile: "Try it, the barbecue made by His Royal Highness is not eaten by others!" ”

Yu Wenjun and the girls picked up the mutton skewers, tasted them, and showed a surprise as soon as they entered the mouth, fat but not greasy, thin and fat, very delicious.

"Yes, the lamb kebabs taste great!"

Yu Wenjun secretly poured a glass of wine by himself and ate barbecue, which was very comfortable.

Sima Shao said angrily: "I haven't seen you drink so greedily before, but now you have learned to pour your own wine." ”

Yu Wenjun's cheeks flushed, and he looked at Su Chen and said: "It's all because of you, who asked Your Highness that you always make some delicacies that you have never seen before, these skewers have a strong taste, they are most suitable for eating with wine, hum, it's all your fault!" ”

Sima Shao glanced at her and snorted lightly: "Blame me? Okay, take it, don't eat it, the food in the back is insulated from you. ”

"You dare!" Yu Wenjun glared at him, and then after thinking for a while, he snorted again, showed a smile, and said softly: "I don't blame you, it's this girl who is greedy for a cup, let's cook your dishes well." ”

At this time, Sima Shao picked up two skewers of lamb kidneys and put them on the grill.

"What is this?"

"Sheep kidney!"

"Is it delicious?" Yu Wenjun looked strange and said: "What kind of smell is this, so special!" ”

Sima Shao looked at Yu Wenjun with a dodgy gaze and said, "This is to replenish the body, I eat it!" ”

"Replenish your body?" The maid Nan'er looked confused.

Sima Shao glanced at a few women, all of them were ignorant, and could only say implicitly: "Don't care about making up anything, I ate it anyway." ”

Yu Wenjun looked at him with a strange expression, full of curiosity: "Sima Shao, I want to eat it too, give it to me to taste!" ”

Sima Shao smiled awkwardly: "You can't do it, how easy it is for you to get angry!" ”

So the maids were even more curious: "What is it to make up?" ”

Sima Shao was constantly forced to ask, and said helplessly: "Kidney tonics!" ”

The cheeks of the several women were flushed when they heard the words, and seeing their embarrassed faces, Sima Shao couldn't help laughing.