When Sun Quan was gearing up, all the Jingxiang celebrities were raising their glasses and singing with a playful feeling.

The first to open his mouth was Shi Guangyuan.

"Year after year, month, month and day, often rice and wheat and wheat; Looking for delicious ...... from all over the world"

As soon as the first few sentences came out, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Shi Guangyuan.

Yes, there are a lot of delicious foods in this Wucheng Hou Mansion, but do you need to put them in the poem? You're a literati, why aren't you atmospheric at all?

Right now!

Shi Guangyuan's eyes looking at the sky instantly became hollow: "I can't take a single step." ”

The last sentence fell, and everyone was suddenly depressed.

He Shi Guangyuan has such a hobby, but in this fertile field, can't he even satisfy such a hobby? If the people of the Han Dynasty don't even dare to go out of their homes to find something delicious, what kind of country is this?

Shi Guangyuan gestured at Sun Jian: "Thank you Wuchenghou for letting me eat so happily when this bandit is rampant, I haven't been so happy for many years." ”

Sun Jian also arched his hand at him, and at that time, the audience fell silent. Shi Guangyuan is not grateful for the grace of a meal, but thanks to this big man, only the bandits in Changsha, Lingling, and Guiyang counties who let Sun Jian clean up dare not enter!

At this moment, the pride of Jingxiang scholars, Pang Degong stood up, held Xu Ran in his hand, took a step at a time, and after thinking about it, he said loudly:

"The wolf is still in my eyes, when will I see the hussar again!" He listened to Shi Guangyuan's words and was moved.

In just two sentences, the momentum of the whole poem was pulled out at once.

"If you are a flying general in Dragon City, how dare you undress."

Pang Degong's four sentences did not mention a person's name, but every sentence referred to it. The hussar general who sealed the wolf Juxu was Huo Quai; Long Chengfei will be Wei Qing and Li Guang; Undressing refers to Dong Zhuo's overnight stay on the dragon bed after entering Beijing, and the two women were killed. The whole poem probably says, if these generals of the Han Dynasty are here, which of you will dare to scream?

"Good!"

Pang Tong stood up and raised his glass and said: "Pang Gong's poems are like thunder, which not only expresses the expectations of my Han literati, but also relieves the depression in my heart." ”

Cui Zhouping also stood up: "Pang Gong is not the soul of Jingxiang scholars, and this integrity is not comparable to ordinary people!" ”

In the praise, Sun Ce shrank back. If this is a school competition, then he is not afraid of anyone, compared to a poem with a weak heart, it is a cheat sheet written by the Yi nationality, but who would have thought that these literati would be the hatred of the country and the family as soon as they came up, and raised the tone? At this time, if you open your mouth again and read out the wind and snow that Yi Yuan prepared, isn't it obvious that you will be humiliated?

Yes, Sun Jian is here, this group of people may not dare to say anything, but they all have to smile, and their eyes are full of contempt when they look at you, and Sun Ce can't stand it.

"Don't praise the little old man." Pang Degong waved his hand, he felt that the country was like this, and his casual poems were no longer worthy of praise: "If someone can calm down the disaster of the Han Dynasty, Xiao Lao'er is willing even if he is tied to the grass." ”

Although Pang Degong was very satisfied with the praise, he didn't want to be in the limelight, just now he just felt it and asked Shi Guangyuan to bring it, but at this time he led the topic out and said: "Wuchenghou, it's your turn." ”

These people, there is no order to sing and sing, anyway, they are all people who have made chapters, so naturally no one cares.

Sun Jian nodded again and again, and was about to shout: "Ce'er ......" for a second, but found that Sun Ce was waving at him behind him.

He doesn't want to go?

Could it be that Yi nationality didn't help?

It shouldn't be......

As he spoke, Sun Ce reached out into his sleeve and handed over a piece of silk cloth, and Sun Jian took a look: "The bright moon and wine gather friends, sing and drink to the city; If you ask about the joy of the world, you only want to dream from the beginning of this life. ”

After reading these four sentences, the Sun family immediately understood the reason why Sun Ce couldn't speak, this was because he couldn't take Pang Degong's poems, otherwise he would have to laugh to death. But what if he doesn't go out? You can always let yourself as a military general and people go to poetry, right?

Sun Jian looked around, only to see Sun Quan looking at himself upright!

No, this kid is only six years old, how can a father push such a big joke on his son?

When I was anxious, that special voice, a voice that had not appeared in a long time, appeared again!

[I'll come, let me come!] I'm full of ancient poems, and I'm sure I'll destroy them all as soon as I make a move! 】

[On the feelings of family and country, no one can compare to Lu You, cheap dad, my belly is full of Lu You's poems! ] 】

Lu?

He shook his head, he couldn't care about it at this time, he couldn't let his son who had just entered the door of Pang Degong be embarrassed, so he simply went on his own, anyway, even if a reckless man recited poetry in front of the literati and made a fool of himself, the world would not say anything.

As for who Lu You is...... Sun Jian didn't even understand Wen Jiu and Sanying, so he still cares about this?

Sun Jian looked around, but found that the literati in the audience were looking at him, he slowly got up, held the wine cup and said: "Pang Gong, although Jian has already stated that he will not participate just now, he also wants to feel it at this moment." ”

When Sun Quan heard this, he almost cried tears in his eyes, and shouted in his heart: [Don't play like this! 】

Pang Degong hurriedly stretched out his hand to invite: "Wu Chenghou, come on, the little old man is looking forward to a big work." ”

Pang Degong, who had already received Sun Quan, treated Sun Jian with two attitudes at the moment, and he was not arrogant at the beginning.

Sun Jian groaned: "The zombie and lonely village does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national military wheel; Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. ”

This......

This poem is easy to understand, if it is placed at the moment, it is clear that Sun Jiankong has the ambition to serve the country, but he can only watch the disaster in the Central Plains in a corner of Changsha, which is like a lonely village, and he is also looking forward to contributing to the country.

"Wu Chenghou's ambition to serve the country is urgent." Pang Tong said, who makes the sorrow in this poem can be heard by everyone, and the words and sentences are indeed in line with Sun Jian's identity as a martial artist, that is, this literary talent, it seems that it is not in line with the Wucheng Hou in front of him. In the poems, there is always a bookish atmosphere that the ambition to serve the country cannot stretch, and there is no majesty of iron-blooded slaughter.

Xu Shu also nodded thoughtfully and said, "Sun Taishou really cares about the country. He also heard it, but it was not broken.

Only Cui Zhouping was different, and sneered: "Wu Chenghou, didn't you guess that you had to chant poems at the night banquet and find someone to prepare it, right?" ”

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay." Cui Zhouping continued: "Face is big, we can all understand. ”

When he said this, everyone else burst out laughing.

Isn't it okay to have dinner with a group of literati to chant poetry, and what is so strange about preparing in advance to avoid embarrassment? Don't say it's you Sun Jian, even when they go to meet the higher-level Confucians, they have to prepare one or two.

At this time, Sun Quan looked at Sun Jian with a surprised face, he already had a conclusion in his heart!

Just now, I screened all the poems that I could think of in my mind, and in today's atmosphere, only Lu You's poems are suitable, and as a result, Sun Jian opened his mouth and read out this poem "November 4th Wind and Rain", if he is not a traverser, he can hear his own heart 100%!

In order to determine his thoughts, Sun Quan tried his best to think of the next song in his mind, but his eyes were fixed on Sun Quan.

"Then, what if Ben Hou wants to make another song?"

Sun Jian is also shameless to the extreme: "When I die, I know that everything is empty, but I can't see the same in Kyushu; Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng. ”

The second poem was just finished, and Pang Tong immediately applauded: "Good poem!" ”

"If all the generals in the world have the ambition of Wuchenghou, why worry about Dong Zhuo making trouble in Beijing?"

Isn't it good poetry?

The meaning of this poem came out of Sun Jian's mouth, all changed, Kyushu, referring to the world, not the actual thirteen states of the Han Dynasty, and the meaning of the poem is like the resentment of the soldiers who died halfway through the expedition, he knew that he was about to die, but he was afraid that he would not see the world return to unification, and looked forward to the day when the Central Plains would be flattened, and future generations could write to tell him.

This obsession is not what ordinary people think at all, and it can only be understood by people who have the ambition to serve the country.

What does this mean?

It shows that Sun Jian, who is about to start the army, has the belief that he will die, and he must clear the world and return the Han to a clear mind.