The Ximen family's nest is in Yangzhou, the family has strong financial resources, and the county lord's mansion built for the county lord of Chengfeng is magnificent.

In the fifth large courtyard, there is a tall attic, red lacquer and green tiles, shining.

In the spacious courtyard in front of the building, the young King Zhao Meng and the West Gate of the Duke of Chu sat upright, and other people of the older generation, including the royal family, the Tang family, the Meng family, and the old men of the Meritorious Street, sat in a row with goose wings on both sides.

On the ground, the younger generations of the Simon clan and the younger generations who came to celebrate the wedding sat on the mat, suffering from the troubles that flew into the disaster.

I heard someone whisper, "If you knew of such a thing, you would rather not come."

The poetry meeting was held in an awkward atmosphere, and some people really couldn't hold back a poem, so they begged people everywhere, and from time to time they could see the running boys, looking for poems and words for their masters.

Of course, the nobles at the banquet are all people who have read books, and most of them can still play a song on the spot, but the level is uneven. Write poems on the spot, make judgments from high levels, and if you don't do it well, you will inevitably be laughed at. For example, someone made a song just now, which annoyed a master sitting on the top and went straight off the field.

There were many young people at the wedding scene, and in order to avoid slipping through the net, King Yu also asked the ceremonial officials to collect their names and register them. When one person is on stage, one person's name will be ticked off, and if everyone does not come up, he will be named according to the booklet.

The incident happened in a hurry, and everyone was not prepared. Those who are at the top of the rankings have been named on the stage, and they have made a few unobtrusive and non-rhyming acid poems on the spot, which made the audience silent, with occasional ridicule.

The person whose name is registered has no intention of laughing at others, but is worrying about himself. Including those who have already died, most of them blushed with shame, recalling their poor performance just now.

There are only a few people, who feel that they can do a decent job, and they can't help but smile. But on the whole, the mood in the venue was shrouded in embarrassment.

"What kind of wind is this King of Spirits smoking? is good, but it has to be such a poetry meeting, and the poem title is completely incompatible with the wedding. ”

"I heard that a few days ago, the fourth old man and wife of the Tang family celebrated their birthday, and he also went. Letting a group of people kowtow in the direction of the Imperial City, saying that it was thanksgiving, this is really unheard of. ”

"Hey, don't say it. This is all for the emperor to see. ”

Although the atmosphere was so embarrassing, Zhao Meng, the king of Xu, insisted on holding a poetry party at the wedding banquet of the lord of Chengfeng, and also prepared three plates of ingots.

In fact, the reward is not rich, the so-called three plates, it is better to say three.

Today's Shikui can only get one "ten taels of gold ingots", the second prize is a "fifty taels of silver ingots", and the third place has only one "twenty taels of silver ingots". This amount of money is really not much for the nobles. In contrast, they prefer to save face.

After a long time, there was finally a little girl who sent the poems to the little master, and after the little master read the poems, he couldn't help but praise "In the end, it was born in the imperial examination, and the poems are really extraordinary." Then he took the initiative to ask for a recitation on stage. There were some sparse cheers.

And the slightly brilliant poems will be included in the book by King Yu, and it is said that they will also be dedicated to the emperor's imperial review.

Tang Mei was not very confident and asked Su Bottle: "Have you done it well?" ”

Su Bottle said: "I don't know how to compose poetry. ”

Tang Mei hurriedly said: "You can't do it, why are you not in a hurry?" Why didn't you say it just now, so that the family could send it? Now, I'm going to get your name in a moment, what are you going to do? ”

Su Bottle smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I once had a friend who wrote a poem that corresponds to today's topic." ”

"How? Don't be a collection of words, if you memorize the poems in the poetry collection and are exposed, you will be a shame. ”

"Rest assured, it will never appear in the lexicon." While speaking, Su Bottle beckoned to the ceremonial officer of the Ximen family, and someone sent the four treasures of the study, Su Bottle lifted the pen and wrote a poem "Breaking the Array, White Hair Without Regrets":

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound,

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death.

No remorse happens in vain. ”

This is the word of Xin Gong of the Song Dynasty, which was changed by Su Bottle by two words.

These two words have been changed, so that the artistic conception of unpaid ambition disappears, and it is replaced by the pride of not regretting. And the interpretation of the second half of the word has also changed. In the original book, it is the king's great business that has not yet been completed. But in this word, it implies that the great cause has been accomplished.

At this time, King Chitose asked everyone to write a wish for Emperor Wanlong to rule the world, if he wrote a "ambition is not rewarded", wouldn't it be a move against the dragon scales? And this change is very appropriate.

Su Bei wrote with her head bored, Tang Mei stretched her neck, sat on the side and watched, and couldn't help but chant in a low voice.

During the chanting, his eyes slanted and fell on Su Bottle: "Sure enough, it's a new word, I've never seen it." But it's strange, why hasn't such a good word been circulated? ”

Su Bei smiled and said: "If it wasn't written by a celebrity, no matter how good it is, it may not spread." ”

Tang Meiyi frowned: "Where did you learn a hand of vulgar characters?" King Yu said, you want to select good poems and present them to the emperor, and I think you will lose the election even if you have this word. And you don't write this very well, what kind of style are you? ”

While speaking, Tang Mei rolled up her sleeves: "Bring the pen, I'll write it for you." ”

Su Bottle raised her eyebrows and handed her the pen. Not to mention, Tang Mei's handwriting is as neat as printed words, which is pleasing to the eye. The writing was fast, but at the end of the day, her pen paused. But after a slight pause, she wrote the name of Su Bottle.

There are a lot of aristocratic poets, but these guys are not necessarily talented poets, in order to save face, many people go to poets to buy poems and sign their names. And Tang Mei's move is not surprising.

Tang Mei and Su Bottle whispered, and Meng Qiao, the county lord of Nanyang who was sitting on the side, was also talking impatiently with Jun Ma Tian.

The names of Tian Dang and Su Bottle were recorded in the book by the ceremonial officials before and after the feet. One more person, it will be Tian Kang's turn, and then Su Bottle.

Meng Qiao had arranged for a few servants to run out to ask for poetry, but no one came back at such a time, and they could only play on the spot. Tian Dang was so anxious that the top of his head sweated. And Meng Qiao was also anxious, and some complaints spewed out from time to time.

Sure enough, when it was time for the roll call, no one sent the poems, so Tian Dang stood up with a bitter face and walked slowly to the middle of the field.

Facing more than a dozen "judge" masters sitting on the Taishi chair, dozens of aristocratic peers sitting on the seat, and nearly a hundred people standing outside with their hands to watch the excitement.

This feeling of not being able to compose a poem and having to play a poem in public is simply too uncomfortable. Looking at Tian Kang's embarrassed look of wanting to find a crack in the ground to turn in, Su Bottle was also full of sympathy.

It's not that Su Bottle can't be saved when he sees death, but Su Bottle can't remember a few poems that should be titled. If this song "Breaking the Array" is given to him, it will be Su Bottle who is standing in the middle of the scene.

Of course, it was not Tian Dare who was the ugliest person today, because under heavy pressure, he finally held back a six-character poem "Ode to the Emperor of Wanlong": the young man ascended the throne and sat in the palace, and wisely guided the country; In charge of thousands of armies and horses, to dominate both sides of the Yangtze River,

This poem is clumsy, does not rhyme, and the artistic conception is far-fetched. The old men in the Taishi's chair were expressionless; The peers at the table were silent; Only some hippie boys from the Meng family, perhaps familiar with Tian Dang, cheered him on and gave him sparse applause.

King Yu waved his hand, and Tian dared to get off the field.

In any case, Tian Kang is also a guest, so he saves face. If it were the young master of the Simon family who made such a clumsy poem, it is estimated that Simon Zaichi would knock him down.

Tian Dang returned to his seat with a red face, only to see Nanyang County Lord Meng Qiao staring at him with cold eyes, he didn't dare to raise his head, he lowered his head at almost ninety degrees, and sat there curled up.

Then came the appearance of Su Bottle, Su Bottle is still the same, with calm steps and polite and thoughtful. Come to the middle of the field and read aloud.

During the recitation, the old man sitting in the chair listened quietly. After the word is recited, the scene is quiet, and everyone tastes it. Someone couldn't help but nod.

Although this poem is not very amazing, it is not Xin Gong's best work, and it has been tampered with by Su Bottle. But the high level of this poem is still eye-catching, and it is the top-notch work of today's poetry club.

King Yu was overjoyed and included the poems in the book.

Su Bottle returned to his seat and smiled when he saw Tang Meixi, who had always been not good at hiding her expression, in stark contrast to Meng Qiao, the county lord of Nanyang who was sitting on the side. At this time, Tian Kang's head hung deeper, and it felt as if he was about to plunge his head into the soil.

Later, Tian dared to complain about Su Bottle, Brother Baoyu is such a good poet, why don't you help me?

Su Bei said, Brother Zijian has wronged me, and it was not me who did it at all. And my poetry is far inferior to Brother Zijian. In fact, Brother Zijian's "Ode to the Emperor of Wanlong" is not bad, at least in Su's opinion, it is a good work.

Hearing that it was not written by Su Bottle himself, Tian Dare was relieved and no longer bothered with Su Bottle. Soon after, a ridiculous scene happened. When Ma Han Dachang came here, King Yu actually held down the groom and asked the groom to write a poem, otherwise he would not be allowed to enter the auditorium.

The bridegroom was unprepared, but the man was a lively man, and he made a limerick to amuse the audience.

In the final award, Su Bottle won the first place, and Zhan Yulin, the young man from Pingkang Fang, won the second place. The third place was awarded to the groom Han Dachang. Of course, this is quite a bit of a gift, and everyone laughed and didn't pay much attention to it.

Winning the top spot, Su Bottle is of course happy. However, the gold ingot was not in Su Bottle's hand, but in Tang Mei's sleeve pocket.

Su Bottle once hinted to Tang Mei to bring the ingots. But Tang Mei couldn't see it. Su Bottle plans to ask her again when there are few people.

Tang Mei Mengqiao is also the lord of the gate valve and sits on the same table. Su Bottle and Tian Kang naturally sat very close. After three rounds of drinking, Tian Dang asked Su Bottle in a low voice: "Baoyu, do you know what Han Dachang likes?" ”

Su Bottle shook her head.

It is estimated that Tian Dang drank too much, and he smiled and said: "This guy doesn't like young people, he especially likes some old people." As for my brother, unlike him, I like to wrap my little feet. I wonder what the Baoyu brothers like? Alas, you must not hide it, or we will not be friends in the future. ”