"Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world!" Lu Butang still muttered in his mouth.

In the originally noisy post house, at this time, a needle drop could be heard.

All the people present are readers, and the quality of a poem can be naturally distinguished.

If the poems are classified, one is the work of daily recitation, which is neat and neat, but there is no profound meaning, but it is just a work of harmony between literati.

The second is a masterpiece, this kind of poem, reading the heart is relaxed, there must be a shining point, the world is very famous, but compared with a few cattle in the Tang Dynasty, it is almost meaningful.

The third type is Li Bai, Du Fu, and Meng Haoran's generation, some of their poems are hearty to read, and some are thought-provoking after reading.

The sentences are full of popular golden sentences, which will be unforgettable for a lifetime after reading, and will also make generations of people yearn for and be moved.

The people in the field, the first kind of people can make two songs if they have nothing to do, which is nothing.

There are shameless people, who feel that they can also do two second kinds of this level.

But everyone present didn't dare to say that they could make poems comparable to Li Du.

But today, during the banquet, everyone witnessed the birth of a genius.

Although Xu He's "Lime Yin" has no dictionary in the whole article, the text is also mediocre.

But there is undoubtedly a power hidden in this poem, a literati power that is very similar to that of Prime Minister Wen [Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat].

And it is this kind of power that everyone present pursues and aspires to in their lives.

Although they may have been in the officialdom for many years now and have become slippery and treacherous, this kind of cultural gene is suddenly awakened by this poem after sleeping for many years.

Everyone is like Lu Yun, chewing on the meaning of this poem repeatedly.

There were even two Zhishi officials who secretly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes.

"Hmmm......" Lu Yun let out a long breath of turbidity, and suddenly got up and saluted Xu He!

When everyone saw this, they were amazed.

"Lord Ministry."

"Army Gate!"

"Governor Lu!"

Lu Yun ignored everyone, and said to Xu He after bowing solemnly: "This salute is for my Dawei Poetry Altar and for Xu Sheng's poetry!" ”

Xu Song, who was sitting next to Lu Yun, was also shocked.

The poem "Lime Yin", Xu Dai didn't mention it to him after he went back that time, and it was the first time he heard of it.

He originally saw from the trial poems made by Xu He County that Xu He was very poetic.

But it wasn't until today, when he heard this "Lime Yin", that he realized that he still underestimated the younger generation of this clan.

The point is that if it is an ordinary poem of the wind and the moon, no matter how well it is done, Xu Song will not feel how it is.

But the literati spirit revealed in Xu He's poem "Lime Yin" is his father...... The family style that Xu Fan wants to establish.

Now, this deafening poem was actually written from the mouth of his people, do you think his mood can not be stirred?

Just when everyone was still reminiscing about this poem, suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted into everyone's noses.

"What does it smell like? How is it so fragrant? ”

"I've never smelled anything like this? Where did Li Zhixian find the cook, and the craftsmanship is good! ”

Just as everyone looked at the door, they saw two postmen walking in with a casserole in their hands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this dish is made by the owner of Huibin Building in this county, and the dish is called [Buddha Jumping Over the Wall]!" The postman who served the dishes at the main table introduced!

Hu Xiancheng proudly kicked Xu He's calf and winked at him.

Well, it's Lao Hu's arrangement again.

At this time, the postman opened the lid of the casserole, and suddenly, a rich strange fragrance rushed to everyone.

Even Lu Butang, who pays attention to "eating and drinking sparingly", can't help but move his appetite.

At this time, he called the post official and asked him to bring a new bowl, and then put out a bowl of [Buddha jumping over the wall].

Just when everyone thought that the lord of the ministry was going to taste this delicacy that had never been eaten before.

Lu Yun said: "Go, give this bowl of [Buddha Jumping Over the Wall] to Xu Sheng!" ”

"Lord Ministry, personally give Xu He soup!"

"What, Lu Butang actually thinks so highly of this kid!"

"This kid is going to be famous after this time!"

Xu He was also a little surprised, he solemnly took the bowl, picked it up, and said to Lu Yun: "Thank you, Lord Butang!" ”

Lu Yun nodded and said gently: "Just rush to that song "Lime Yin", you deserve me to serve you soup personally!" Maybe more than ten years later, the old man's descendants will still lead the horse for you! ”

If Lu Yun said this to anyone on weekdays, they would definitely be surprised.

But at this time, they understood Lu Yun a little.

Those who can compose poems like "Lime Yin" will have absolutely unlimited achievements in the future.

Li Zhijie smiled so much that he couldn't close his mouth when he saw this, Xu He's piece of jade was still the first one he discovered, and Xu He would make a career in the future, when everyone talked about this young man, he had to mention that he had a good eye for him, and praised him for his insight.

The banquet came to an end in a harmonious atmosphere.

The literati naturally sang and harmonized again.

Sure enough, someone at the banquet proposed: "Lu Butang is going to Zhejiang Pingwei, and we and others might as well write a poem to be strong!" ”

"Good!"

"As it should be!"

"Just what I want!"

The crowd chimed in.

At this time, everyone unanimously recommended Xu Song, who had the highest rank among the officials, to appear first.

Xu Song pondered for a moment and then recited: "Ninghai City Head Flying Feather Arrow, Taizhou Weiwai Ping Wa people." The general's iron armor is red and bleeding, and the blood of the blade and yellow sand is silver. ”

As soon as it came out at this time, everyone applauded.

It turned out that not long ago, there were Japanese pirates landing in Ninghai, Taizhou and other places, and when Lu Yun was still on his way to his post, he urgently sent one of his staff members to rush to the aid and repelled the Japanese pirates in the two places.

This poem was written in response to the occasion, and the time is so short, it is already a masterpiece.

Lu Yun was very grateful for the praise of this old brother in the poems of the same year, and nodded to Xu Song!

It was Li Zhijie's turn next, and Li Xianling thought about it and recited: "The red sun is chasing the wind, and the ambition is like a cloud, a tiger and a leopard." There are only white feather arrows in the pot, so you don't need to ask about Black Mountain Rong again! ”

Montenegro refers to the ethnic minorities in the southwest of Yulin, Shaanxi.

Li Zhijie borrowed the Black Mountain Rong to refer to the Japanese Kou.

This poem is also the best work of the banquet.

After that, everyone wrote one after another, and the level of poetry was uneven.

But this is a heart, Lu Yun smiled and thanked him one by one.

When it was Xie Kun's turn, Xie Kun pointed his finger at Xu He and said, "Recently, this son has been studying with me, so it is better to let him do the work for the ministry on my behalf!" ”

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at Xu He.

There was a look of curiosity in his eyes.

Among these people, some people are looking forward to it, some people are jealous, and some people even called the post officials to ask for pen and paper to prepare to record Xu He's poems.

Lu Yun is also very curious, Xu He, who can make [to leave innocence in the world], what kind of amazing and brilliant poems will he make this time?