Jiang Mo got up with a sneer, snatched Sun Liang's folding fan again, shook it a few times, pretended to be a writer and walked to the railing, and recited a few limerick poems he had read: "There are two or three sons with eyes and no beads, and they can drink four or five bottles of village brew." If you learn six or seven sentences from a parrot, you will be eight or nine points better than others. ”

Sun Liang and Bao Yong were the first to come out and applaud, "Good poetry!" ”

Such a few limerick poems, even if Sun Liang and Bao Yong say them, they are not abrupt. After all, the children of the family are also forced to learn a lot of poetry, not to mention Jiang Mo of the royal family?

"Good" There was also a young drunken Han Shi downstairs who applauded, causing the downstairs to be noisy again.

At the applauded table, both of them were dressed in coarse cloth shirts, and they were obviously real Hanshi students, and there was a young merchant who was slightly dressed in satin, although he was also at the same table as the poor scholars.

The scholar surnamed Zhang, seeing that Jiang Mo was not a straw bag and could say a few limericks, had already despised and ridiculed countless times in his heart, but he still hesitated. But suddenly a table of poor students and a merchant student appeared, just in time to aim their anger at them, pointing and shouting: "Who of you, I'm afraid that you haven't even read a few books, and you dare to laugh at us?" ”

The scholar surnamed Zhang attributed all the students and scholars of the rich family or the high-ranking scholars to us, and the slightly shabby scholars were all on the opposite side.

The slightly older Han Shi, although he was in a sackcloth shirt, was dressed very neatly, and he also saluted very respectfully: "I am gentle and good, I really have no intention of ridicule, I have read a few books, and I dare not say anything about the poetry of the gentlemen, but I simply think that the few limericks spoken by the one upstairs are very good." ”

"What a fart, the battle is not neat, does not rhyme, and is not poetic," the scholar surnamed Zhang opened his mouth and reprimanded.

"Yes, yes, a limerick poem, your brother doesn't have to be more serious..."Wen Liang replied with a chuckle, very gentle and polite, as his name suggests.

"Hmph, who is your brother..."The scholar surnamed Zhang was angry with his nostrils facing the sky, with a look of disdain, but he really didn't know what to say when his fist hit the cotton.

The scholar surnamed Zhang's tablemate hurriedly stepped forward and quipped, "Brother Zhang doesn't have to be angry, how fast is the meeting of poetry and wine today?" It's a pity that there is no referee who is superior. The one upstairs doesn't understand, although the two in front of him look shabby, they should be readers, or let them have a good evaluation of our poems, let the people upstairs listen. When the man had finished speaking, he took out a few pieces of broken silver from his bosom, and put them in front of Wen Liang with the paper of the verses they had written, and the meaning could not be more obvious, and let them praise it.

"Oh, all of us here are full of poetry and books, and we will definitely be lifted in a hundred days, these two poor and sour talents and the market businessman, how can they have the qualifications to evaluate our poems?" The scholar surnamed Zhang is still disdainful, after all, the "good" just now is a mockery, how can he say good things.

"Brother Zhang, this is a mistake... I boast of not enough to believe, the younger brother heard the great poetry of the Emperor of Shenxiao Wen period Li Yu, proposed that the poems should be elegant and vulgar, vulgar is elegant, in order to pass through the ages, even if it is a three-year-old child also has its own opinions, we wait to follow one or two, isn't it also an elegant thing, if the review is good, there is a reward is. The joking tablemate was almost explicitly gentle and praised, and it was expected that the two of them would be good fortune people at the same table with the merchant.

Jiang Mo leaned on the railing and looked downstairs, and felt interesting for a while, so he casually asked Sun Liang, "Who is Li Yu?" ”

Sun Liang had a few black lines on his face, and it seemed that he didn't even know this person, and he was still making a lot of fun, but he still said casually: "After the Great Zhou Dynasty just ruled the world, under the rule of the Second Emperor, a great poet wrote nearly a thousand poems in his life, one or two thousand words, and each of them can be passed down through the ages... It also summarizes hundreds of word names, which are roughly the original names of some pieces of music, with a fixed format and rhythm, which determine the rhythm and rhythm of the words. Later poets only needed to fill in the lyrics to form lyrics. ”

"I'll go..."Jiang Mo couldn't help but sigh, but he didn't look back, and continued to look at the excitement downstairs.

The young merchant glanced at the poems on the table a few times, and couldn't help but sneer, and he didn't know whether to laugh at the poems or the silver taels he gave, but he didn't seem to dare to offend, and just drank with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the slightly drunk scholar on the side put away the silver taels, picked up a poem and read it.

The scholar surnamed Zhang and his classmates on the side were full of smiles.

Suddenly, the drunken man suddenly sneezed, blew his nose with the paper, and then crumpled it up and threw it away.

The scholar surnamed Zhang looked surprised, and before he could react to get angry, the drunken Hanshi picked up another one and glanced at it, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.

In a few moments, the drunken and cold scholars were thrown all over the ground, and the faces of the scholar surnamed Zhang and his friends were green.

"Phew, you drunkard is so rude!" When the scholars saw him throw his poems everywhere, his brother was indignant, and he was ready to roll up his sleeves to fight, and some even called his own servants.

The confrontation between the two sides is on the verge of breaking out ....

Wen Liang's face was as frightened as death, his cheeks twitched, and he said apologetically: "He... He's drunk", while kicking his friend and whispering, "Kosuke... Apologize..."

"Brothers, this man makes a mess when he drinks, don't blame it, you are all gentlemen..."

But before the young merchant finished speaking, Zisuke got up and laughed wildly: "Ahahahaha, paper is good paper, it's the things on it, so that this paper has become waste paper." Hey, my eyes are dirty. ”

After that, the young businessman couldn't help laughing, and seemed to think that those people were shameless and shameless to show off their stinky poems.

"What the fuck are you!" Suddenly, someone was furious, and they were about to smash it.

And the other so-called movers are also taking advantage of the strength of wine, and are preparing to do a big job against poor scholars.

At this time, Jiang Mo couldn't help but sneer, "Hehe, you can't listen to others tell a few words of truth, so you're going to make trouble?" Still lifting? I think it's a bunch of bastards. ”