Xu Baozhong scratched his scalp, and asked Fang Wei if he could make a big deal, Fang Wei rolled his eyelids: "You know that I don't like this kind of occasion, just take a scene."

After speaking, he found a pen and paper to write, but it was a thin gold body imitating Huizong, but it was like cutting gold and breaking iron, without any show, and Zhao Tuo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. See him write:

The golden wind ripples and the wicker slopes, and a lake adds sand on both sides.

Tomorrow will return as a guest, whose home is the maple forest.

"Oh, if there is a poem, then I have to write it!" Xu Baozhong was aroused by him, and his heart was itching. Spread out the pen and paper but looked left and right, Zhao Tuo and the others didn't know what he was looking for, Fang Wei didn't speak, turned around and took out half a jar of wine in the pavilion.

Xu Baozhong smiled and picked up the wine jar, drank half of it in one go, and suddenly heard the sound of the flute in the distance, everyone was turning their heads to find the source, Xu Baozhong put down the wine jar and wiped his mouth, and wrote with a pen: "Autumn wind, autumn water, autumn mood......."

Fang Wei sneered: "If you can't write, you don't have to make do like this!"

Xu Baozhong ignored it and continued to write: "...... I'll be back in Beijing next year."

"Huh?" Fang Yu was taken aback: "Brother wants to return home?"

"I have to go back to the small things at home, but fortunately, the journey is not far, and I will go back!" As he spoke, Xu Baozhong then wrote: "But I envy the good gulls and herons, and a pair of opposite the sound of the stream."

This moon pavilion is a fan-shaped, there is a circle in the middle of the moon pond bubbling out of the spring, forming a stream flowing into the East Lake, this stream twists and turns, it is called "painting stream".

At this time, a pair of herons happened to be standing opposite each other by the stream, and Fang Wei applauded: "Good poetry, rare scenes are blended, vivid and interesting!"

However, Zhao Tuo thinks that the best thing is Xu Baozhong's words, the whole book, with the style of the former Song Huang (Tingjian) and Mi (Fu), but it is more free and elegant.

Who knew that he didn't put down the pen, but there was still one behind! It wasn't until Xu Baozhong wrote two more times that he threw away the pen and reached out to pick up the wine jar again, and someone next to him had already grabbed the poem scroll and read the whole article aloud:

Autumn wind, autumn water, autumn mood, this will go back to Beijing next year.

But the envy of the sand tin gulls and herons is good, and the sound of the stream is painted in pairs.

Where to find Pengying in the world, the sound of the flute is lingering.

The young man loves East Lake Kuo the most, why did Jin Xiao lose his reputation?

A neon dress dance is too clear, and the wind blows down the immortals.

The idle grass is not to the Penglai Palace, and I wish to listen to the banner pole for eternity!

"Good poetry, good poetry!" There was a lot of applause around, and many people came to admire his calligraphy. "Brother Wuyun, your words are really getting more and more sophisticated! I don't know where you got your realization?" Deng Xun asked in surprise.

Xu Baozhong put down the wine jar in his hand, turned back with a smile, blinked and said, "If I say that I have seen beautiful songs and dances, and I have an epiphany from them, can my brother believe it?" The crowd burst into laughter.

Deng Xun was indignant, and pointed with his halberd: "You don't take me with you with such songs and dances, what a heavy sex and light friend, I remember." When you come to take the exam next year, I will block the door of your inn to get this game back!"

At this time, they heard that Han Huizhi's poems were also available, so everyone quieted down and listened, and saw him and said, "I heard that Xu Wuyun is returning to his hometown? It would be boring to be without your Mobao in winter, and my little brother would like to give this song as a parting gift." Speaking of Nianyun:

The unicorn in the sky is Ruiying, and the dragon and phoenix are shining on the side of the day.

Why should the poem be rewarded with good wishes, and I am ashamed of the lack of Qiongju to give kudzu vines.

Zhao Tuo frowned when he heard this, Liu Funian almost laughed, and said in a low voice: "This prisoner can get such a look, which shows that he has some skills, but unexpectedly, the fact of writing poetry is difficult to compliment."

Fang Wei slapped his face twice in agreement, and sneered, "The good will be a person, and the left and right will be the source. Although he is not very old, he has a lot of movement with the big men of the dynasty, and some people flatter him for this."

Zhao Tuo and Liu Funian glanced at each other and asked in his ear, "Then, brother, why did you come to participate in this poetry meeting?"

"There's wine, it's as simple as that!" Fang Wei looked at the stunned Zhao Tuo and grinned: "Free wine, it's a pity not to drink it!"

"Exactly, exactly, it's a pity not to drink!" Xu Baozhong, whose face was flushed with drink, interjected with a "hehe" smile.

"Eh, by the way, that day and Han will meet (Han advocates)

There is also a one named Wei Congxi." Zhao Tuo suddenly remembered this person.

"Oh, Brother Zitan (Wei Congxizi), he is an indifferent person, so he won't come to this kind of poetry meeting, even if he doesn't come for the sake of drinking without money!" Fang Wei told Zhao Tuo, and then patted his head:

"I almost left the virtuous brother behind, and if you come, you will be safe, but you want to write a song to make it interesting?"

"Uh, I can't handle my words." Zhao Tuo smiled embarrassedly: "You will be laughed out of your big teeth in front of you. Why don't I read it and ask Mr. Liu to write it for me?"

Xu Baozhong laughed, nodded again and again, "Brother Xian was bluffed? Don't be afraid! If you really don't want to write it yourself, you can ask Lao Liu to write it on your behalf, as long as it's your own poems and your own mind!"

Zhao Tuo clenched his fists and said, "It's ugly." Liu Funian spread out the paper, grabbed the pen in his hand, and wrote when he heard him speak:

The causeway is powerless to cage the smoke, and the willow silk wind is soft and the apricot tips are hanging.

The most pitiful lake scenery is suitable for autumn ji, and several places are the fate of the world.

"Hey, although Brother Long Xian is young, he doesn't mean to have a poetic mood. Very good, very good, Han likes it!" After listening to Xu Baozhong's introduction, Han Zhan nodded in surprise.

"Ha, this kind of poetry also belongs to the intentional realm? The name of Han Hui is like this, but it doesn't match!" Suddenly, a voice said loudly.

Almost all of them turned around to see which one was there. Who knew that there was only a man in a cloak and a hat at the water's edge, and a fisherman holding a fishing rod, and no one else.

Because the conversation involved Zhao Tuo, Liu Funian frowned and took a step forward, but the little emperor shook his head slightly without saying a word, he had to stand still, and glanced back at the guards who seemed to be watching the excitement not far away.

The guard looked down at him and moved quietly behind the fisherman.

The reason why he was not annoyed was that Zhao Tuo's poem was deliberately written as a soft and affectionate poem, and he could see that Han Tuo's surrender to him was just out of a casual slur for this unknown "son of Zhili".

And although the words spoken by that voice sounded like they were evaluating their own poem, they were actually ridiculing Han Chong's flattery. Zhao Tuo thought it was very interesting, and planned to see what happened to Han Zhan, who had an embarrassed face, next.

"Which one is talking nonsense out there?"

"That is, if you don't understand poetry, shut up. If you have the ability, you can also enter the country and let us see!"

"Hey, some people are afraid that they can't eat grapes and think that grapes are sour, and they are just villains."

"Hehe, I don't know who is hiding his head and tail, and he doesn't even dare to report his name! Wouldn't it be a martial artist?"

"Hey, forget it, I'm going to have a poetry club, and a toad will come out and call twice, it's not a big deal!"

A group of people spoke for Han Advocate in a gossiping manner, and most of them either looked at each other or chose to remain silent. Zhao Tuo watched everyone's performance in his eyes and relished it.

Finally, Han Zhan saw that the voice didn't say anything again, and felt that the other party must have been drowned by spit, and his face became happy again:

"Everyone, everyone, don't care so much, we scholars should still be lenient and benevolent, why bother to repay it? Come, come, let's just continue!"

He said this in a high-sounding manner, and even Zhao Tuo was secretly surprised, nodding slightly, thinking that this person could win so many supporters, it turned out to be a bit generous.

As a result, the poetry meeting was reopened, and several more people published their own works, and the atmosphere was warm again.

As an older scholar got up to write a poem, Zhao Tuo remembered that this person seemed to be at the inn that day and just didn't talk much, so he said, "This brother is in good health, and if you don't know, you think it's Wugong Shengli."

"You're half right." Fang Wei smiled: "His name is Zhou Wu, the word Fengzhi, his father is the commander of Yulin Town, the same acquaintance Zhou Yande, who taught him martial arts since he was a child, who knows that he refused to die and took the road of a scribe.

Zhou Fengzhi has a younger brother named Zhou Yan, the two brothers came out to take the exam together, and the younger brother has already been in high school and is now supervising the imperial history. My brother failed the exam twice in a row, and he couldn't hold his head up at home.

Now that he has been to Beijing for the third time, I hope he will get his wish this year!" After speaking, he sighed softly. Zhao Tuo agreed, and also felt

Fang said that this person has a good heart.

At this time, Zhou Wu's text had been written, and the host picked it up and read it aloud:

Thousands of willows are verdant and horizontal, and the long causeway is green around the fan pavilion.

The fragrance of cinnamon is overflowing, and the shade of the dew hibiscus is leaning down.

The young dew wine is tasteless, and the old cicada is powerless to chirp.

Drunk to see the distant mountains connected to the sky, next year's autumn lake can be updated?

"Good poetry!" Zhao Tuo's eyes lit up and he screamed softly. The surroundings were already applauding, and even Liu Funian was surprised: "I didn't expect such a black and strong person to be able to make such poems, I really didn't expect it!"

That Zhou Wu waved to everyone again and again, and Zhao Tuo saw that he was not good at words, and only thanked him vigorously, and suddenly his heart moved, and there was no smile on his face.

As soon as he turned his head, Eunuch Liu had already stepped forward and heard the emperor's extremely low voice whispering in his ear: "Go to the Ministry of Rites, read the papers of this person's last exam, and don't alarm anyone!"

"Yes!"

"Hahaha......! It's really funny, this one is just slightly better than the ones just now, and you actually said it as if Wang Maha (Wang Wei) was reborn and He Jizhen (He Zhizhang) was reunited, it's really funny!" The voice came again.

This time, you can confirm that it is the fisherman who is laughing, and you can see that the fishing rod in his hand is still shaking, shaking! Suddenly, a few scholars angrily went over to find someone to theorize, and some even wanted to roll up their sleeves and come forward.

Liu Funian glanced at Zhao Tuo, and when he saw him smiling and holding his arms, he didn't move. just secretly recruited two guards to come up and protect left and right. Literati don't usually come up and do it, but Zhao Tuo took this seriously, so he didn't move in place.

I saw that the fisherman had slowly gotten up, and the people around him suddenly became five points less arrogant. It turned out that everyone didn't notice when he was sitting, and when he stood up, he found that this person was a head taller than others, and his face was calm and unflustered.

As he picked up the fishing basket and rod on the ground, he smacked his lips: "Alas! I can't catch any fish, and I'm going hungry tonight, which is really annoying!

If there is a song or half a good song, you can also use it to chew it for half a night. It's a good thing that I've wasted all this time, and I'm just laughing out loud, and I'm laughing even more hungry in vain!"

"You can't go!" Several scholars opened their arms menacingly to stop him.

"Blame, in the Imperial City of the Son of Heaven, I came in when the morning bell rang, and the forbidden army never stopped me, so why do you have to stop me?" The fisherman was undaunted.

"What is the reason why you keep speaking slowly?"

"Yes, if you say that others are not doing well, if you have the ability to come up with a good song, let's see!"

Everyone quarreled again. Liu Funian frowned: "These people are unreasonable, how can they be convicted for their words? This fisherman is too, what will he mix with other people's poems? It's hard to get out of it now."

"Not necessarily." Zhao Tuo smiled, and when he saw that Liu Funian was puzzled, he explained softly: "Although this person is short clothes and hemp shoes, where do you see his hands and feet looking like a fisherman?"

Liu Funian looked at it and smiled: "It turns out to be the same as us?"

"So let's take a look, maybe the next drama will be more exciting!"

As soon as Zhao Tuo's voice fell, he heard the "big voice" wave his hand and say, "Okay, okay, according to your meaning, do you want me to make a poem about this Laoshizi and let me go?"

"Yes!" A few voices replied.

"But there is no such learning as a gentleman, and he has done it vulgarly, don't laugh at me!"

Everyone waved their hands: "Don't laugh, don't laugh!"

"There is nothing in a certain belly, not half a grain of rice, dizzy but unable to do it."

The few people couldn't help laughing, thinking that this guy was scared and wanted to see him laugh, so they said, "We have some fish and water and wine here, and there is not much left, can you settle for it?"

"It's going to be done!" And the fisherman went with them into the pavilion. It turned out that there were two lacquer-inlaid food boxes on the stone table in front of Han Zhan, and there were some leftover meat, vegetables, and snacks in them.

The fisherman was not particular about it, so he hurriedly put down the fishing rod, turned the fishing basket he was carrying to his back, and swallowed it with both hands, which stunned the onlookers.

Such a ferocious eating appearance is about the first time everyone has seen it, and for a while, there was no sound in the fan-shaped moon-hugging pavilion except for chewing.

Sitting and standing, leaning over and tiptoeing all looked at him intently, and even Han Zhan was stunned.

In the blink of an eye, the two food boxes were empty, and the fisherman grabbed the nine-petal lotus-patterned silver pot again, and poured the rest of the wine into it with his mouth open.

Putting down the flask, he wiped the soup on his moustache with the back of his hand, his eyes lit up, his waist straightened, he grabbed his fishing rod and said, "Small meal, almost half full!" After saying that, he walked out.

"Hey——! A few scholars woke up like a dream, and hurriedly stopped: "You can't talk and don't talk! What about the poems that you have eaten and drunk in vain?"

"Well, it's on the way." The fisherman pointed with the head of the rod: "Wait for the dodge, and say while walking!" As he spoke, he stepped forward, and sang in his mouth: "The gate of Zixiao Mountain is open for ......."

The crowd laughed, "What is this? I thought it was so powerful!"

The fisherman ignored it and sang the second line: "There is an ape mourning in the depths of the Yao Pond."

The scholars were stunned and looked at each other.

"Self-pity is not ......," the fisherman looked back and smiled, "It's four hundred years in Luofu." After singing, laughing, striding towards the bridge.

"What does he mean, is this a mockery of me?" Someone said in shock and anger.

"No, you stop!" A scholar chased after him and shouted, "I'm waiting for the lake scenery as the theme, how can there be a scenery in your poem?"

"Huh?" The fisherman turned around: "You have not been invited to the Poetry Society, and you have not specified the topic before composing the poem, so it makes no sense to say this now." After saying that, he turned around and still went on his own.

"Yutai said it well, but please stay for a moment!" Xu Baozhong staggered forward and gave a deep salute: "Brother Gao Jie is sparse, Xu Wuyun is very happy in Xia Nanyang, and I would like to hear the name of Brother Tai."

Seeing him solemn, the fisherman hurriedly put down the fishing rod and returned the salute, and said, "Don't dare to ask, a certain Chongqing Su is also, wandering around to Beijing, I don't want to be deceived and trapped here. The degraded are unbearable, offended, offended!"

Xu Baozhong was overjoyed when he heard this, and asked, "Where is Brother Su staying? When the younger brother wakes up, he washes his hands and changes his clothes, and comes to visit!"

Su You smiled bitterly: "There is no fixed place, so I only go to the City God Temple every few days to sell some calligraphy and paintings. If Brother Wuyun doesn't like it, he can go straight to the City God Temple to find each other. Farewell!"

After that, he took the fishing rod and walked to the bridge, but he babbled and sang a song, but when Zhao Tuo listened carefully, it was:

The autumn wind blows up the rice fields, and I love the lakeside and fishing boats. All the light gulls occupy the water and clouds. The lettuce soup is fragrant and the sea bass is slippery, and the frost moon is white...... Hyosung hangs.

Sleep in a short canopy and willow window, who will pass on the pillow flowing spring and Qian? Written into that danqing, it seems to be a rice grain pass. How much homesickness and cultural relics can't be dissipated...... A stream of smoke!

"Brother Wuyun seems to think highly of this person?" Zhao Tuo asked Xu Baozhong, who had returned proudly, in surprise.

"Shh——!h Xu Baozhong looked around and said in a low voice, "These people don't know Taishan with their eyes. That Su You is a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting, and there is a saying: Su Zhongyou (Su Youzi), the southern faction, is talking about this person. I don't want to meet here today, but it's fate!"

Only then did Zhao Tuo understand that the fisherman just now was actually a master! Seeing Zhao Tuo smiling in the direction where the fisherman was going with his back hand, Eunuch Liu took the opportunity to say, "Master, it's time for you to go home!"

"Eh, what are you going to do back? But the fisherman is so interesting, why don't we catch up with ......?" Zhao Tuo was thoughtful. ap.

"Not good." Liu Funian shook his head: "That person is a tranquil one, and he will definitely not obey." Of course he understood what this man was going to do.

"Well, too!" Hearing him say this, Zhao Tuo also knew that he was wrong. There are so many talented people in the world, how can they all enter the heavenly family?

"Then you can pick a day to go to the City God Temple to have a look, if his calligraphy and painting are really good, you can buy it with some silver, which can be regarded as helping him out of trouble. How?"

"That's a good thing!" Liu Funian nodded and agreed.

Zhao Tuo said goodbye to Fang Wei and Xu Baozhong in the name of family strictness (that is, his mother), and without alarming more people, he quietly left the Baoyue Pavilion and went to Lingxingzhou.

After all, he was young and didn't feel happy, and the little emperor was a little reluctant to grind along the way. Eunuch Liu had an idea: "By the way, Your Majesty, you have forgotten a major matter!"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Zhao Tuo was taken aback and hurriedly asked.

"Yesterday, a report came from the post that the envoys from Jiangxi would arrive in Beijing this morning, and presumably this hour should have arrived.

Didn't you say that asking him to bring back a carriage was a Christmas (birthday) gift for the Queen Mother? Shouldn't Your Majesty take a look at it first? This is also your filial piety!"

As soon as Eunuch Liu mentioned it, Zhao Tuo remembered that there was such a fun thing, and he immediately became interested. "That's right! How did I forget this? Hurry, hurry, you will go back to the palace first, and ask if the things have been sent and where have they been placed? I'll be there in a minute!"