There was also a peacemaker in the crowd, and he came to the side of Shentu Junshi and Yu Huanzhang to persuade him: "Brother Junshi, Brother Huanzhang, after all, today is Miss Wenren's poetry club, and the two of you must give Miss Wenren some thin noodles." ”

Shentu Junshi immediately grinned at the corners of his mouth, with a cold smile in his smile: "I won't make trouble at the Jinping Poetry Conference." ”

Yu Huanzhang heard that he still called "Jinping" in his mouth, and his nose was crooked with anger, standing there clenched his fists, as if his fire-breathing eyes were about to eat people.

Shentu Junshi no longer paid attention to Yu Huanzhang, but went straight to the front seat and sat down, but his glance was cold, and he was afraid that he would not give up.

Yu Huanzhang also sat down again under the persuasion of some people.

An Yan heard him whisper to himself: "That dog day is probably holding back something bad in my heart, and we have to be careful when we leave when the poetry meeting is over." ”

Yu Huanzhang seemed to know very well about Shentu Junshi's actions, and coupled with Shentu Junshi's words just now, An Yan guessed that Yu Huanzhang might have suffered a loss.

"Okay."

Yu Huanzhang said again: "Don't worry, brother, I can't hurt you with me." ”

Ann just chuckled when she heard this.

The poetry group had already taken their seats, and the room resounded with the crisp sound of chimes, and a figure swayed behind the screen.

These are the celebrities and ladies in Yu Huanzhang's mouth, all of them are wearing bright clothes and bright makeup, all of them are showcasing flowers and branches, and they are all jewels.

An Yan's eyes were quickly attracted by the woman who came out at the end, her makeup was relatively simple, neither simple nor complicated, she didn't wear earrings, her lips were rubbed very lightly, and she was wearing a pale pink dress, even so, the moment she appeared, it attracted the attention of everyone present.

An Yan guessed in his heart that this should be the "talented and beautiful" Wenren Jinping in Luoyang.

Her appearance is indeed beautiful, she belongs to the kind of graceful and soft beauty, her facial features are delicate and small, and her only pair of phoenix eyes are big and beautiful, with a soothing and dignified temperament, which makes people feel extremely comfortable just looking at it.

An was tired of comparing her with Yu Nian in his heart, and felt that although she was equally beautiful, Yu Nian was more amazing than her, Yu Nian's beauty was cold and dazzling, which was prohibitive, and the woman in front of her was afraid that no man would not like it.

An Yan thought again, if Shentu Junshi and Yu Huanzhang had an argument over such a woman, it seemed reasonable.

If I can marry her, I really have no regrets in this life.

An Yan glanced at the rest of the people again, and saw that Yu Huanzhang beside him didn't blink a pair of eyes, his eyes were full of that shadow, and his state of distraction made An Yan see it for the first time.

The female guests all sat on the opposite side, separated by veils, while Wenren Jinping sat on the main seat, covered by curtains.

"You come to the West Garden, so that the West Garden is full of brilliance."

An Yi heard a sound as light as water coming from inside, and the soft sound of stroking the piano sounded behind the screen, and the ice cubes placed in the corner had begun to melt slowly, and the coolness diffused in this elegant and fragrant room, which made people feel comfortable.

"Today's poetry meeting, to meet friends with literature, if you have good works in the near future, you can let me wait to pay tribute." Wenren Jinping is just a simple politeness, and it goes straight to the point.

The sound of the piano behind the screen is soothing, and the chimes play a pleasant melody.

A man got up, took out the paper roll that had been prepared and said loudly: "A few months ago, when I was in the downstream garden, I occasionally wrote an article, and the flaws, please list the axes." ”

An Yan picked up the teacup and drank it slowly, the aroma of this tea was very light, the entrance was sweet and soft, and there was bitterness after entering the stomach.

The man unfolded the scroll of paper, took several steps, accompanied by the crisp chime of a chime, and said aloud:

"The spring clouds want to swirl and simmer, and a hundred acres of south are clear.

Looking back, the willow green of the embankment is still lost, and the plum red is only recognized when it arrives. ”

Poems from months ago...... Ann glanced at the scorching summer day outside the window, silently eating pastries.

"Good!"

"Good poetry!"

Everyone praised one after another, and even Yu Huanzhang clapped his hands again and again.

"Shen Gongzi is a great talent, making this good article, the scenery painted by the poems and texts is immersive." Someone among the female guests on the opposite side praised, and the beautiful voice suddenly made this Shen Gongzi's waist straighten a little.

"Good poetry, good poetry! I didn't expect this Shen Zhiyuan to have such a level. Yu Huanzhang said happily, as if this poem was made by him.

Fu asked Xiang Xiang again: "What do you think of being tired of brother?" ”

Ann Yan echoed: "It's really a good poem." ”

After the curtain was lowered, Wenren Jinping also praised: "It is indeed a masterpiece, Shen Gongzi has worked hard." ”

This sentence of Shen Gongzi's hard work made An Yi almost laugh out loud.

"Brother-weary?"

"It's fine."

Shen Gongzi, who heard the praise of the beauty, became more and more proud, and arched his hand to the figure behind the curtain and said, "Clumsy one, it's ugly." ”

When Shen Gongzi returned to his seat, someone said aloud: "Looking at the scene outside the window just now, I feel something, and I will write a poem, please correct it." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone couldn't help asking: "Brother Xu is a new poem written by the right talent?" ”

The son surnamed Xu did not respond directly, but took a few steps and said:

"Yunhu downstairs Yunhu passes, the sun is beautiful and the waves are not strong.

Zhibai Pu Qingjing is promising, and the kite flying fish is endless. ”

Everyone was savoring the meaning of the poem, and the son surnamed Xu took a few more steps and continued:

"The clear ripple water color from the rookie, the mountain light in the upper room is gradually melting.

There are several songs in the West Garden Pavilion, and the literary style of all families is different. ”

After the son surnamed Xu finished chanting, he looked up at the window and stood with his hands in his hands, which was quite a bit of a romantic and elegant charm.

"Great goodness!"

"Good poetry!"

"Brother Xu is quick to think, I might as well wait."

The guests and friends present praised one after another, and the people behind the curtain also praised: "Xu Gongzi's masterpiece, the West Garden has added a new chapter." ”

The crowd echoed and discussed the rhyme of the poem.

Behind the screen, a waitress is taking notes, the piano is melodious, and the chimes are ringing again.

After that, several more people sang their own psalms, and the level was very different, and there were two women during this period, and the ones who were too bad would not take the initiative to get up.

An Yan looked at Yu Huanzhang beside him shaking his head there, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Huanzhang doesn't have any works?" ”

Yu Huanzhang's face was stunned, and he said abruptly: "Today's inspiration is not good, the inspiration is not good......"

An Yi smiled knowingly, didn't say anything, and continued to drink tea.

Compared with these poems, he pays more attention to the rhythm of the piano coming out of the screen, looking at the lake through the window, the sun and the wind and the waves.

An Yan felt that this kind of entertainment itself was actually very good, he was not an elegant person, but this kind of vassal elegance made him very comfortable.

When no one recited the poem, half an hour had passed, and the guests were in full interest.

Behind the curtain, Wen Jinping said: "The West Garden has recently transplanted a few new trees, a few strange flowers and plants, and the window is considerable. ”

"Good!" The crowd answered.

The chimes rang again, and the notes behind the screen changed the tune, becoming more and more gentle, and sometimes only one or two string notes could be heard for a long time, but together they made people feel calm.

Many people got up and came to the window to enjoy the scenery below the attic, and Yu Huanzhang also got up.

The waitresses took this opportunity to come out to add tea to each seat and incense to the incense burner.

An Yan sat there steadily, and did not move when he saw Shentu Junshi.

Some people seemed to have an inspiration, and they picked up a pen and swayed it on the paper, and a few people looked around, or nodded in approval, or shook their heads and sighed.

Yu Huanzhang was one of the onlookers, looking at this person, then at that person, nodding frequently, and then looking out of the window with melancholy in the distance, but he never saw him return to his seat and pick up the pen.

An was tired of eating dim sum and was almost full, and suddenly someone said: "There is!" ”

The crowd watched his pen and ink, and someone read aloud:

"The West Garden is near the window, and it is slightly cool. Flowers and trees are in business, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. The church loves the summer far away, and the people are quiet and the days are long. Three hundred rolls are hung on the wall, and the ancient fragrance is scattered by the wind. ”

Many people praised it, but some people said that the poem should not be titled, which inevitably caused a dispute, but fortunately, someone persuaded it to settle down.

The light smoke on the stove is filling, and the coolness in the pavilion hits people.

Three minutes had passed, and some people wrote down and read it to the public, some were praised, and some were ridiculed by everyone, and the poet was red-faced and red-eared, and said no more.

"Miss Wenren, do you have a new work?" Suddenly, someone asked behind the curtain.

Wenren Jinping said: "It's a new question, I'm afraid I'll laugh generously." ”

Everyone laughed and said: "Who doesn't know that Miss Wenren is very talented, and the poems she writes must be fine!" ”

The waitress picked up the paper scroll on the Wenren Jinping table and displayed it in the middle for everyone to watch.

Someone reads:

"The courtyard is deep and clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain.

The trees are full of shade, and the sun is noon, and there is a sound when I dream of a warbler. ”

"Okay!"

Before someone finished reading it, they heard an excited shout, and many people were taken aback.

And the person who applauded was Yu Huanzhang.

"This poem is wonderful! This poem is wonderful! ”

"The words are wonderful!"

Yu Huanzhang kept praising there, and the people behind the curtain laughed lightly: "Yu Gongzi has a good reputation." ”

Hearing this, Yu Huanzhang immediately said: "The words from the bottom of my heart are definitely not vain praise!" ”

The rest of the people applauded and began to talk about the meaning of the poem.

Even Shentu Junshi, who was sitting there, also praised: "The poetry is good, and the people are good, no wonder there are all the rumors in Luoyang City that you are talented and beautiful, and you really deserve this reputation." ”

It's a shame!

Listening to Shentu Junshi's words, many people scolded in their hearts, but they still echoed with a smile on their faces.

Yu Huanzhang also wanted to scold, but he didn't want to spit foul words in front of Wenren Jinping.

He rolled his eyes and sneered: "I don't know Shentu Gongzi, can there be a title?" ”

These words immediately diverted everyone's attention, and they all looked at Shentu Junshi.

Shentu Junshi raised his eyebrows lightly, and got up with tea in one hand: "There is one." ”

Yu Huanzhang's face was full of disdain, he didn't believe that this guy could write poetry.

The room was silent, and even the personal eyes behind the screen stopped, and Shentu Junshi slowly came to the window and looked down.

I only heard Shentu Junshi chanting: "Look upstairs in the West Garden, the garden trees are green. ”

Hearing this poem, Yu Huanzhang couldn't help but laugh directly.

Mediocre person! Idiot!

The rest of the people also had strange expressions.

"The tree grows well, and its branches are thick."

Some people really couldn't help laughing out loud, is this kind of simple vernacular also called poetry?

The person behind the curtain was silent, and Shentu Junshi stood by the window, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose upward.

"There are many travelers in the West Garden, and my heart is sad."

"Whoever touches this tree, I will cut it down!"

Suddenly, the house was silent!

What is the meaning of this poem? Who does this tree refer to?

No one dared to laugh out loud again, and they all looked at the man standing by the window.

Shentu Junshi turned around and asked with a smile: "Everyone, is there anything that needs to be corrected in my poem?" ”

No one said a word, and those who were stared at by Shentu Junshi just laughed and looked away.

He drank the tea in the cup and said: "This tea is wonderful, there is bitterness after sweetness, I don't like sweets, only love bitter tea." ”

"I tamed horses in the army as well, the docile will be the horse, the strong temperament is my favorite, the fierce horse is high-spirited, others can't ride, I can ride!"

As he spoke, he suddenly burst out laughing, and under this laughter, there were faces that were blue and white, and they were vainly patient.

Shentu Junshi looked at Yu Huanzhang again, and said with a smile: "What does Yu Gongzi think?" ”

Yu Huanzhang's eyes were red with anger for a long time, and after his provocation, he directly pointed at his nose and scolded angrily: "Vulgar! Cheap! You call it poetry?! Bah! What kind of face do you have to jump off the beam here, why don't you get out of the West Garden, country man! Northland Barbarians! Have a virtue with your father! I'm ashamed of you! Disgusting! ”

Yu Huanzhang said what many people here didn't dare to say, he had already scolded very restrained, if it weren't for the fact that he was here, even more filthy and unpleasant words could pop out of his mouth.

Shentu Junshi's face suddenly turned cold, and the cold light from his eyes seemed to be about to kill.

"Yu Huanzhang, are you looking for death?!"

At this moment, the man behind the curtain spoke: "The poetry will be an elegant place, and all of you here are well-educated people, and I also ask the two sons to speak carefully." ”

Her voice was still as calm as water, and she couldn't hear joy or anger.

Shentu Junshi glanced behind the curtain, snorted coldly and turned back to his seat.

Yu Huanzhang's breath was unsmooth, his fists were clenched, and his nails almost sank into the flesh.

Someone stepped forward to persuade him: "Brother Huanzhang......"

The man behind the curtain said again: "But there are still people with new works? ”

She didn't mention Shentu Junshi's poem just now, as if the matter was over.

But after this trouble, who dared to show off again at this time, they returned to their seats.

The man behind the curtain was silent for a while, and then said, "That is ......."

"Wait a minute!" A voice interrupted her suddenly.

The speaker was a man sitting next to Shentu Junshi, and everyone knew him as a person who had a very good relationship with Shentu Junshi.

"I haven't heard of Yu Gongzi's masterpiece, I just saw Yu Gongzi walking between the families, all of them have sharp comments, I want to come to the mind of pen and ink, it has become a good article, why not chant out, let me wait for an eye-opener?"

Yu Huanzhang's face instantly darkened.

Everyone in the circle knows that this Yu Huanzhang loves poetry, but he just loves to read and listen to poetry.

Later, I didn't see Yu Huanzhang do any poems.

But I don't look down on him much, because he always sincerely cheers for others.

Now Shentu Junshi has made it difficult to speak, but no one dares to speak up, and he sighs secretly in his heart.

Who let his father win Shentu?

There are rumors among the people that the traitorous ministers in the court are in charge, and it is said that the powerful Shen Tu wins!

Yu Huanzhang's heart was surging with blood, looking at Shentu Junshi's sneering and disdainful face, and then at the person behind the curtain, he felt dizzy for a while.

At that moment, a hand suddenly held his shoulder firmly behind him.

He looked back in a trance, and saw that he was annoyed, and was looking at him with a smile.

"Brother Huanzhang, the poem you wrote just now is here, since others are so invited, you might as well read it and listen to it."