Two hundred and sixtieth chapters birthday banquet (seven)
Xu Xiantu opened the note, deliberately showed an exaggerated look of surprise, and laughed loudly: "It's incredible, our Song Dynasty has a lot of talented people, both civil and military. It's a good story! I announce the first place, Qinzhou's envoy Chen Qing."
As soon as Xu Xiantu finished speaking, there was an uproar in the atrium. The name Chen Qing had just been popular for a while, and before the excitement was over, the result appeared again, but from martial arts to literature. I thought Chen Qing was a gang of stupid people before.
People can't accept it in their hearts.
A man asked loudly: "Is it because General Chen was successful in driving away Wan Yanchang, so he was given the first place as a reward?"
This is very hard to hear. You are not trying to impress others with your talents, but you are looking after them internally.
Xu Xiantu's face was a little confused. He coughed heavily and said, "Please be quiet! Please listen to what I have to say before you make a judgment."
The atrium gradually became quiet. I am afraid that only Lu Xiu was there, and everyone else was suspicious. After all, only Lu Xiu read this poem. Even Li Qingzhao looked surprised.
Xu Xiantu continued: "This poem written by General Chen is called "Farmhouse". It is the only poem on the farmhouse in the back house. It describes the rural scenes before and after the Spring Society. It is written with sincere affection and full of agricultural interest. I can
Read it to everyone and let everyone listen to see if it can be ranked first."
Xu Xiantu cleared his throat and read loudly:
Don't laugh at the farmer's wine, which is thick with wax. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
Mountain darkly, vista.
The flutes and drums follow the Spring Society, and the simple and ancient style of clothing remains.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
"Good! What a journey through mountains and rivers, and a clear path away from doubts, and a new village with bright flowers and dark flowers!"
There were all knowledgeable literati present. As soon as this poem came out, everyone was convinced and applauded enthusiastically.
Xu Xiantu smiled and waved to Chen Qing, and Chen Qing walked out. He was really ashamed. He copied a poem to please the beauty, but he didn't expect to win first place. He didn't like this kind of fame.
Chen Qing stepped forward bravely, bowed and saluted, "See you, Grand Bachelor!"
"General Chen, can you tell us where the scene in this poem is?"
Chen Qing smiled bitterly and said: "This is a memory from my childhood. It was because I saw in Qinzhou that the villages along the way had turned into ruins and were deserted for hundreds of miles. I missed the past very much, so I wrote this poem!"
The atrium was very quiet. Chen Qing's words were a bit disappointing. Xu Xiantu laughed, "General Chen cares about the country and the people, which is admirable. His poems are very good. The first place is expected by everyone!"
When Shen Gai saw Lu Xiu's eyes looking at Chen Qing with tenderness and infinite love, he secretly thought that something was wrong. His only advantage was literature. He used his literary talent to overwhelm Chen Qing's martial arts. Now Chen Qing's poems actually surpassed his own.
It's really hard to win over a beautiful woman, so you can't admit defeat like this.
Shen Gai looked at his friend Liu Huan for help. Liu Huan nodded knowingly. He came to his uncle Liu Jin, a bachelor, and whispered a few words to him.
Liu Jin glanced at Shen Gai with a smile but not a smile. Of course he also knew that Lu Yihao once promised to marry Chen Qing. Now Chen Qing has overwhelmed Shen Gai, which is interesting.
Liu Jin coughed lightly and smiled at Zhang Jun: "I think the propositional poem limits the talents of the three of them. How about letting them go and letting the three of them each write a poem on the spot?"
Liu Jin's suggestion won the approval of most of the literati present. After all, it was a bit embarrassing for them to let a military commander win the first place in the poetry competition. Before Zhang Jun could express his position, everyone cheered together, "Okay! What a good suggestion!"
Zhang Jun glanced at Chen Qing and saw that Chen Qing looked proud and not afraid at all. He looked at Lu Yihao again, and Lu Yihao nodded slightly.
Zhang Jun stood up and said with a smile: "Yesterday the government gave me a pearl, as big as a walnut, so we will use this pearl as the lucky draw, and ask three people to write a poem to express their ambitions on the spot. A stick of incense for a limited time.
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Zhang Jun took out a large pearl that was extremely round and exuding gleaming light. It was as big as a walnut and placed it on a plate. Everyone looked at the pearl with envy. You must know that a pearl can be as big as a sparrow egg.
, is already very rare. This one is as big as a walnut and so round. It is simply a rare treasure in the world.
The three young men were dismissed again. Xu Xiantu smiled and said: "This time there are no restrictions on you. You can each compose a poem or compose a poem. Although there is no restriction, writing pornographic poems and gorgeous poems is not allowed."
There was another burst of laughter in the atrium, and Xu Xiantu waved his hand, "One stick of incense for a limited time, start preparing!"
The attendants quickly began to arrange the table, covered it with good rice paper, prepared pens and ink, and one of the attendants lit a stick of incense.
The three of them began to think about it. Although there is no restriction on subject matter, in fact everyone's heart has a ruler. For example, today is a birthday banquet, so writing about Su Dongpo's "Short Pine Ridge" would not work, and writing about Li Qingzhao's "Misery and Miserable Qi Qi"
Nope either.
Zhao Wenxin looked at his father, Zhao Ding, who quietly picked up a birthday peach. Zhao Wenxin immediately realized that his father asked him to write a birthday poem.
However, Shen Gai saw an incense burner placed on the steps. It was a birthday gift sent by someone from the official family. He had to take this opportunity to express his respect to the official family!
Chen Qing's eyes were looking at Lu Xiu. Who said he couldn't please a woman? He should listen to the beauty's opinion at critical moments. That's right.
Lu Xiu smiled sweetly, and suddenly her face was as cold as frost. She turned her palm into a knife and slashed it down with one palm. Chen Qing felt a chill on his neck. He understood what Lu Xiu meant.
Chen Qing walked to one of the tables, took up his pen and wrote down a poem. Of course, it was not his original work, just a borrowed one.
As the stick of incense went out, Xu Xiantu shouted, "Time's up, stop writing!"
The three of them stopped writing and stood aside.
Xu Xiantu smiled at the crowd and said: "Today I will let everyone present to judge together. I will show the poems of the three people and see who can win the first prize?"
The entourage fixed the rice paper of the three people on a wooden frame and displayed it to everyone.
Zhao Wenxin wrote "Birthday Congratulations from the Mansion of Mr. Zhang"
The outstanding people in the land produce loyal and good people, and the auspicious dragons and tigers dominate the countryside.
The god of heaven's desire to rejuvenate descended to Yue, and the general Jiajingbi gave birth to Shang.
The soup with plum blossoms is reported in the morning, and the longevity wine is first sent to the cypress-leaf wine glass.
He smiled and pointed out that the southern part of the mountain is a belt of steel, and the eyebrows are as long as the country.
This birthday poem was written in name to congratulate the old lady, but between the lines it was trying to flatter Zhang Jun.
I can only say that it's okay, the layout is not high.
Shen Gai wrote "Partridge Sky. Remembering the Old Days of Zhongzhou"
The evening welcomes the auspicious return of the emperor. There are piles of palace flowers and road brocade. The sound of whips passes by the Tianjin Bridge, and the shadow of fans opens in front of Xuande Tower.
The music of Shun was played, and the cup of Yao was entered. Khotan's chariots and horses were noisy in the streets. The king was happy to enjoy the music with the people, and the earth was shaken by three shouts from all directions.
It is worthy of being called "Tan Hua". The writing is a bit standard. It seems to be flattering the late emperor, but between the lines, it is praising the emperor of today. This flattery is full of flattery and has great potential for officialdom.
But this kind of behavior is a bit despicable. This is not the emperor's birthday. This guy is obviously taking advantage of the opportunity of the prime minister's birthday to flatter the emperor, which shows a little disrespect for Zhang Xiangguo.
In comparison, they were all flattering, and Zhao Wenxin seemed more kind than him.
At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Chen Qing's poem manuscript. Everyone's first impression was that the handwriting was very good. This handwriting alone was no worse than the previous two. You must know that Shen should be the top pick and Zhao Wenxin was the top pick in the last year. Ranked 17th in the Jinshi Department, his talents are quite outstanding, but Chen Qing is just a military commander, and his calligraphy can rival them.
Chen Qing wrote "Broken Array. Journey to Qinchuan", which is very consistent with his identity.
When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed of the trumpet blowing company camp. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, the sound of fifty strings turning over the wall, and the autumn order of troops on the battlefield.
The horse is so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt. It has solved the affairs of the king and won the reputation both in life and in life. This pity happened in vain!
As soon as this poem came out, people in the atrium were filled with awe. The classic sentence "Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is a village with dark willows and bright flowers." Now there is another impassioned military poem, which is even more impressive. My blood flowed, as if I had returned to the desolate northwest, where the drums were rumbling on the battlefield.
This time, Xu Xiantu was no longer polite. He said loudly: "I propose that "Broken Array" wins. If you have any objections, please raise your hands!"
There was silence in the atrium, no one raised their hand, even Liu Huan wanted to protect the interests of his good friends, but he had nothing to say at this moment. Shen Gai's eyes were full of despair, and he had no intention of staying any longer, so he turned around and quietly left Zhang's house.
Shen should know that Lu Xiu's heart must have been conquered by Chen Qing as soon as the song "Broken Array" came out.
