The time soon came to noon, and under the banquet of Han Mo, the teachings came to the third hall.

The kitchen was also under Han Mo's order, and a good meal of wine and food was specially made and placed in the living room of Santang.

"Please take a seat, Lord Prefectural, please take a seat."

"Lord Han, please take a seat, Lord Xiancheng, please take a seat."

After a few polite words, the three of them sat down in unison.

"Lord Han, why don't you let Madame come out to eat together?" The county Chengchao glanced around, but did not find Ye Qingming appearing.

"You're my wife, huh? She was afraid of life, so she ate alone in the side room. Han Mo responded.

"I see."

The two nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Lord Han, I don't know if you are invited this time, what specific things do you want to ask?"

While eating and drinking, the priest spoke.

"Don't be in a hurry, eat and drink first." After Han Mo waved his hand, he did not answer the question of the teaching.

"Yes, yes, what Master Han said is right, and I am not in a hurry to ask for advice." The county also chimed in.

The priest was confused by the two, so he had to follow and pull up the rice in the bowl.

After a long time, the three of them were finally full.

"My lord, I wonder if you're not interested in poetry and songs?" Han Mo looked at the teachings and asked.

"This is natural, Xia Guan has read poetry books for many years, and he has more or less understanding of these poems and songs." The priest nodded and replied.

"Well, since I'm full of wine and food, why don't I compose a poetic couplet?" Han Mo raised his eyebrows lightly and suggested.

"That's great! Lord Han, please ask the question! ”

The teacher's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.

You must know that in ancient times, there were very few forms of entertainment, and these self-proclaimed people would not involve vulgar tastes at all, so making death couplets became a great pleasure for them.

Han Mo glanced out the window, the sky was already dark, and the moon slowly appeared in the sky.

"Let's use the sun and the moon to compose a poem." Han Mo suggested.

"Well, Lord Han, please." The priest nodded respectfully.

"Well, the official can't be angry." Saying that, Han Mo began to exert his talent of "proficient in ancient and modern".

"Repeatedly, cool July poems. Farewell to heaven again, tears hanging down tomorrow. Han Mo said leisurely.

'Anti, clear, restore, clear? The county naturally understood the meaning of Han Mo's Tibetan poem, and his face was full of shock.

But what shocked him even more was that Han Mo got a county order from donating an official, and his literary style would be so good.

"Lord Han, let's do a song too." Xian Cheng stood up, looked down the bright moon, and said in a deep voice: "There is not much land, and the sky is cool and close." Come back to sit on the stream, tomorrow is the return year. ”

"Yes, yes!"

Hearing the beautiful verses of the two, the priest couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

"Your Excellency, it's your turn." Han Mo made an inviting gesture.

"Hmm." The county nodded, and then began to walk around the house.

Every few steps, he made a poem: The wind and rain all night, the front stream rises flat. At first glance, the eaves tile sounded, and the window was bright.

Ten steps down, education also succeeded in making a poem out.

"Not bad, not bad." Han Mo waved his hand, but then sighed.

"Lord Prefectural, why are you sighing?" The priest was puzzled: "Could it be that the poems of the lower officials are not good enough?" ”

"Although this poem written by the Teachings is extremely smooth, coherent, and novel, it lacks artistic conception. It's a pity, it's a pity..."Han Mo continued to sigh.

"Huh?!"

Hearing Han Mo say this, the Sect immediately became unconfident.

"yes." The county Cheng saw Han Mo's intentions, and then echoed: "Master Teaching, the pattern of your poem is too small. ”

"Too small?"

The teachings were confused by the two singing and harmonizing like this.

"Two adults, please advise." The priest bent down respectfully.

"My lord, although the poems I made just now are not as good as yours at first glance, they are far superior to you in terms of deep meaning."

"Yes, Master Teaching, if you carefully ponder the verses of the two of us, you will definitely be able to see some clues."

The two continued to sing and harmonize.

"This..."

Listening to what the two said so seriously, the teacher hurriedly recalled and examined the poems of the three.

He paced back and forth at the dinner table, recalling, thinking, and dying.

Han Mo couldn't help but laugh in his heart as he looked at the teachings and was thinking seriously.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with the verses of the teachings, it's just that the two of them want to guide the teachings and think about the four words of anti-Qing and Ming restoration.

After a long time, the priest still didn't think about anything, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

Then, he faced the two of them and said in an awkward tone: "Two adults, you are ignorant, please give me some advice..."

"Hehe..."

Han Mo and Xian Cheng glanced at each other, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Two adults, is the poem below really so unbearable..."The expression of the teacher was lost, and his face was full of helplessness.

"Your Excellency." Han Mo stepped forward, grabbed the neck of the teaching, and whispered: "You take a closer look at the poems of me and the county Cheng, do they have anything in common?" ”

"Similarities?" After being reminded by Han Mo, the teachings really remembered some similarities, "My lord, are you saying that the words of these two poems are the same?" ”

"Hmm." Han Mo put down his hand and nodded.

"My lord, are you talking about those four?!" The priest covered his mouth in fright.

This sentence of the teachings made Han Mo a little disappointed, he originally expected the teachings to be able to say the words "anti-Qing and restore the Ming", since he couldn't let him join, he could also gain new natural skills.

"Master Teaching, you can say the four words, there are no outsiders here."

Han Mo frowned.

"My lord, this is unspeakable!" The priest was so frightened that his face turned blue.

"Master Teaching, you and I are both Han Chinese, what is there to say such things? No one else knows, what are you afraid of?! Han Mo was a little displeased.