Han Biao pondered for a while, then he spoke, and recited softly, "Heavy Nine Autumn Festival, you have to move Chenyi." The golden wind flutters chrysanthemum, and the jade dew is a branch. Outside the eight branches, the astronomical seven Yao Pi. The depth should be imminent, and the danger should not be forgotten if it is high. ”

The voice is passionate, and the tone is extremely high, like a big drum and golden bell, and the sound spreads in all directions.

The literati on the second and third floors of the entire Baiyang Restaurant can be heard, but Han Biao's control of the voice is very rough and does not reach the subtle realm.

The sound was endless, and Baiyang Tower was shaken and trembled, and in some places, the dust was flying.

The eldest lord was a little unhappy in his heart.

The poems are very good, but this Han Biao is too frivolous and too pretentious, a truly learned person knows that the world is vast and talented, and he will never be so arrogant because he made a good little poem.

"A good sentence about the Chongjiu Autumn Festival, it is to say that we will hold this Chongyang Poetry Meeting, and the title will be named at the beginning, and it will not be vulgar. ”

"The golden wind flutters the chrysanthemum, the jade dew and the branches, the beautiful scenery seems to be in front of you, a beautiful picture slowly unfolds, there is a painting in the poem, there is a poem in the painting, it is a must. ”

Many literati invited by Han Biao immediately praised this poem written by Han Biao.

Indeed, Han Biao's poem is very good.

These people, praising it, only said that there is nothing in the world and there is something in the sky, as if only the Wenqu stars in the sky can make such a level.

Han Biao smiled on his face and looked complacent, this poem, but after he learned about the title of the Chongyang poem, he found the power of Confucianism and Taoism, and spent a lot of money to buy it.

It is precisely on such a major occasion that he uses this to publicize his literary name.

"Yes, good poems, the beauty and excellence of them, everyone has said almost, however, I believe that Baiyang City is prosperous in literary style, and there are endless people who are full of learning, and there will be better poems, so it is better for everyone to present the poems they have written one by one, so that I can feast my eyes." ”

"After I and the two masters read it, comment on a few sentences, distinguish the advantages and disadvantages, and take a look, in this year's Chongyang Poetry Club, whose poem should be the first at this time. ”

The eldest master speaks, who dares not to flatter?

Immediately, the sycophancy was like a tide, rolling in, and there was a great tendency to dominate the eight wildernesses.

The old man's face did not change and his heart did not beat, and he smiled on his face.

The students on the second and third floors, after hearing this, submitted their proud works one after another, just a little people, with a smile on their faces, obviously the poems written were very satisfying, while some people were depressed, depressed, and even pale, constantly beating their chests, afraid that they did not write any good sentences, and missed the opportunity to perform in front of the master.

"Where's your poetry?"

In order to show justice, some people went to the second floor to collect poems from various literati and students, with Chongyang as the theme, regardless of the theme, everyone can play to their heart's content.

At this time, one person arrived at Lin Lei and Li Cuiling's table.

Li Cuiling had the idea that a woman's lack of talent was virtue in her heart, and she was easily unwilling to reveal her full economy in front of Lin Lei.

And Lin Lei has no goods in his heart, and if he wants him to write a poem, it will be difficult to kill him.

Although there are a lot of Tang and Song poems in my heart, taking out one casually can also shake the literary world and make endless literati admire.

Can... Those things, after all, are not his own.

If it weren't really necessary, he really didn't want to show off the achievements of others as his own.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a shallow learner, and I really don't have the ability to write poems that are in line with today's situation. ”

For ordinary people, Lin Lei is also very polite.

And he really doesn't have the ability to say it, with a calm voice, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Brother Lei, it's so low-key, if it weren't for his climbing poems, I would have thought that he really didn't understand poetry. ”

Li Cuiling's pair of beautiful eyes bloomed from time to time, full of admiration.

"Where's this son?"

This person turned his head to Li Cuiling and asked, but his face was a little uneasy at this time, after all, now that the eldest master is in charge, the literati and artists who can reach the second and third floors are all talented.

For poems like Chongyang, you can easily make verses that answer the topic, but the poems made are good and bad.

At this time, the eldest lord came up with the question, and everyone rushed to be the first, and presented the poems that they had worked hard to deduce in front of the eldest lord, waiting for the eldest lord's comments, hoping to leave a good impression on the eldest lord.

Only this Lin Lei, with an indifferent face, graceful demeanor, and a calm bearing, as if he didn't take the eldest master to heart at all.

Li Cuiling also smiled lightly and said to this person, "I'm sorry, in a hurry, I didn't write any poems." ”

In fact, Li Cuiling still has a draft in her heart, but Lin Lei is clumsy, as Lin Lei's lover, she naturally will not be in the limelight.

No!

No!

There were no two sounds in a row, which really made this person's face change slightly.

This is blatant contempt for the Great Master.

knew that the eldest lord was here to ask the question, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't take the eldest master in his eyes at all.

No one here is a fool.

At least, in the eyes of everyone, this Lin Lei and Li Cuiling completely did not give face to the eldest lord and embarrassed the eldest master.

Many people's eyes converged on the table of Lin Lei and Li Cuiling again at this time, in their opinion, these two people were fools, just not long ago, they had offended the most powerful young master of the Han Mansion in Baiyang City, but at this time, they openly slapped the highest-ranking master in Baiyang City.

These two people offended the two most powerful people in Baiyang City in an instant.

You know, even if there are really no good sentences, you should write a poem and submit it to give face to the old man.

Such a direct slap in the face is indeed the opposite, leaving a deep impression on the eldest master, but this impression is extremely bad.

"You really didn't write it?"

"And it wasn't written, it couldn't be such a coincidence, right?"

The man did not leave, and his tone was a little heavy.

Lin Lei frowned slightly when he heard this, "What? I didn't write it out, is it a crime, or a crime, what do you mean by asking, someone has a problem, we have to complete it? Who stipulates this?"

opened his mouth to question, the voice was very loud, and there was no emotion at all.

Lin Lei knows his own situation, even if he is born well, he is reckless in his abdomen, he really has no real talent and learning, and some are only 300 Tang poems.

It is harder to perfunctory a poetry article than to kill him.

When he first went upstairs, he had to steal a poem of the ancients, which already made him a little ashamed, and if he continued to steal, it would be difficult for him to accept.

"I really don't, I really don't have the ability to write a psalm for the occasion, please forgive me. Lin Lei's posture is very low, and he is not taboo about this.

No one is perfect, no one is gold, there is no need to slap a swollen face and become fat.

Li Cuiling also shook her head, and her husband sang with her wife.

"The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water is surging. Leaning on the cane outside the firewood door, listening to the twilight cicadas in the wind. The sunset at the end of the ferry, and the lonely smoke in the ruins. The value of the repetition is drunk, and the wild song is in front of the five willows".

This waiter recited softly, this is a poem that Lin Lei temporarily chanted when he entered the second floor of Baiyang City Restaurant.

This verse has been sung among the literati of Baiyang City Restaurant, except for the eldest master and the two masters, almost all the literati have already known this verse.

"Both of them are great talents, play on the spot, and the poems written are so good, how can there be no good sentences, please two talents, don't be stingy with talent, our master said, this time the good writing is all with heavy rewards. ”

This waiter, unhappy in his heart, said that he squeezed Lin Lei.

"There is no sincerity, this poem, in fact, is not mine, there is a snowy winter, there is an old man in front of my house, I gave a thin quilt, a pot of old wine, saved his life, before leaving, he gave me a poem, in return, I look good, borrowed it today, I have a shame in my heart, if I let me do the second song, it is really difficult for me. ”

Lin Lei is still reluctant to take this stubble, he came here to understand Han Biao's personality.

The people of the Han Mansion sent the old witch of the Black Tiger Temple to harm themselves, and they had already moved to kill the people of the Han Mansion, and if they dared to kill themselves, they would inevitably pay with their lives.

It's just that before taking action, Lin Lei wanted to know more about Han Fu, so as not to hurt the innocent.

"What's going on?"

The movement on the second floor finally alarmed the dignitaries on the third floor.

A waiter came and asked what was going on.

immediately told all the things in it, and the waiter who came was also a little unhappy on his face, after all, there are really not many people who dare not to give face to the eldest lord in Baiyang City.

These two young scholars are really bold.

I really don't know if they have something to rely on, or are they bold and unworldly nerds, and they are stunned.

"It's really not a son!" Li Fuzi blew his beard and glared.

"If you don't have real talent and learning, you can also mix in Baiyang Restaurant, it's really nonsense. The other master was also furious.

The eldest lord's heart is naturally very unhappy, but in the end, he is an official, the city government is very deep, and his joy and anger are invisible.

"It's just a young scholar, maybe he doesn't look down on us who are readers, let him go. ”

"It's just that there are two less scholars' poems today, even if they are the first to be evaluated, I'm afraid it will cause criticism, after all, not everyone's poems are involved in the review. ”

The two sentences fluttered gently, but they suddenly pushed Lin Lei and Li Cuiling to the opposite side of everyone present.

Lin Lei and Li Cuiling were so deaf and clear-sighted, they immediately laughed when they heard this, their voices were very loud, and they stood up from their seats gently.

"What are these words, saying this about me, because I don't give you face?"

"In my eyes, all things in heaven and earth are treated equally, the bird's nest has no dignity and humility, the rose beats a glass of holy wine, I am a Dapeng bird in the clouds, I don't want to fly for the sky, why, if you ask the question, I have to answer the question. ”

"I don't answer the questions, and I provoke a lot of ridicule from you, am I really a young scholar with no temper and a cowardly personality?"

"It's really a group of people who are short-sighted, sitting in a well and watching the sky, and after writing a few sour articles, do you think you are full of wealth?"

"Today, I will let you people understand, what is poetry?"

"Lao Tzu is not powerful, do you really think I am a sick cat?"

Lin Lei is always looked down upon, and he is also very unhappy in his heart, he can't write poems, but he is familiar with 300 Tang poems, and some of them are goods.

I'll take some out of it today, and give it a good shake to you turtles of Chen Guo.

All the people listened to Lin Lei's wild words, and they were furious one by one.

Lin Lei ignored these people, but personally gave himself a glass of wine, and served it, there were seven steps into poems in ancient times, and today there must be a hundred poems by Lin Lei.

"Wash my ears well, listen to what poetry is, what is talented?"

"The ancient sages are all lonely, only the drinker leaves his name, today let you see Lin Lei's hundred poems of wine!"

"Listen, here's it!"

Everyone was taken by Lin Lei's aura, and for a while, they didn't dare to act rashly.

Take a sip of wine.

Lin Lei's voice resounded, and under the control of his mana, the voice spread throughout Baiyang City.

"The first song, on September 9, Wangxiangtai, he sat in another country to send off the cup. People are tired of suffering in the south, and Hong Yanna comes from the north. ”

Without a pause, he took a second sip of his wine.

"The second song, the mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the golden beast is eliminated by the brain. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated. (After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.) Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ”

Then drink, a sip of wine, a poem, each poem, has a different style, and the literary talent is vertical and horizontal.

"Jiang Han's autumn shadow goose flew for the first time, and the guest carried the pot on Cuiwei. It is rare to laugh in the world, and the chrysanthemum must be full of heads. But there will be a drunken holiday, and there is no need to hate the sunset. This is the only way to go through the ages, why should Niu Shan be alone. ”

"The post road invades the oblique moon, and the creek bridge is frosty. Short hedge remnant chrysanthemum a branch of yellow. It is the depths of the chaotic mountains, passing the Chongyang. There is no dream in the pillow yuan, and the cold is more self-growing. Just say that Jiangzuo has a good scenery. Don't think about the original and turn desolate. ”

"After the double sun, the west wind gradually tightened, and the leaves of the garden trees were one after another. Zhu Yan Xiangxiao, Hibiscus is charming, and he is specially fighting for the new. Under the moon before the frost, the oblique red and pale stamen, bright and rejuvenated. Don't divide Qiongcao and others. Leave a gift to the person you like. ”

"Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, thinking of relatives every festive season. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. ”

A sip of wine, a poem.

The wine is in the belly, and the literature is graceful.

The entire Baiyang Restaurant was shocked, and the wine glass in the hand of the old man fell to the ground with a bang and shattered to the ground.

Within a glass of wine, Lin Lei had already recited dozens of excellent poems.

"It's not interesting, it's really not interesting, the matter has been almost investigated, we should also leave, go, go. ”

Lin Lei and Li Cuiling jumped up, and a flying sword flew out under their feet, holding the flying sword, flying through the sea of clear water and clouds, fluttering like immortals.