"This... I am very talented and have little knowledge. I hope you, sir, can take care of me when the time comes."
Kong Zong said neither humble nor arrogantly, but all the children next to him were full of arrogance. They obviously felt that it was very honorable to be able to show their faces in front of Master Zhou, and they also felt that they were valued by Master Zhou.
At this time, Pan Wenhao at the other table had already stood up, and at this moment, he respectfully assured the director Zhou.
"Don't worry, sir. We are invited to congratulate the old lady on her birthday today. We are deeply respected by you, so we should be obliged to do so!"
"As the saying goes, a scholar will die for his confidant..."
Pan Wenhao was still trying to show off his literary talents at this moment, but Director Zhou immediately interrupted with a smile, obviously feeling that the horse was too stiff for the photo.
"Okay, okay, Nephew Pan Xian said it very well, then Zhou will be waiting to see your literary talents."
After Master Zhou finished speaking, he went to the other side. All the children hurriedly handed each other to each other and sat down again. The children all looked excited and talked about what poems they should write to be able to win the eyes of the Master, while Song Mu and Song Mu
Kong Zong looked at each other.
"What do I say? You can't get away with this matter today."
Kong Zong said with a bit of laughter and tears. Song Mu looked calm at the moment and just responded in a low voice.
"To be fair, we just have to do our job well and don't need to be too pushy."
"Aren't you afraid of losing your current reputation?" Kong Zong asked.
"It's just a poem. Real reputation is gained in the examination room or on the battlefield, not by following the crowd." Song Mu said in an extremely low voice. After hearing this, Kong Zong nodded slightly.
Just tilt your head and look to the other side.
"Pan Wenhao seems very happy? Maybe he has been prepared for it."
"That's not better." Song Mu said softly, but his eyes were looking outside the door, thinking about Li Mo'er whom he had just met, wondering where he was in the Jade Building and what he was planning to do.
Master Zhou walked around the Jade Building and said hello to all the guests. When everyone looked excited, a boy downstairs shouted again.
"The birthday boy is here!"
All the people who had just sat down immediately stood up and looked towards the door of the first floor again. They saw an old woman being supported by several people. Several relatives of Master Zhou enthusiastically helped her.
Leading the way, with the maids and women following behind, a large crowd of people poured into the building, creating a lively scene.
The guests congratulated each other one after another, and the old lady was also very happy. She said a few words of thanks and ordered a play. Director Zhou went downstairs in person, and actually carried the old lady directly to the third floor and sat down.
Such a scene of motherly kindness and filial piety was even more praised by all the guests. Many of them actually raised their sleeves to wipe their tears, saying frankly that this scene was truly touching and emotional.
Song Mu didn't know whether those people's actions were true or false, but looking at the old lady's energy and the way she was surrounded by a large group of maids and women, it was obvious that she was well-maintained.
At least human ethics are consistent. Even if the chief clerk made a few shows this week, he also achieved some practical results.
The birthday boy was seated and the banquet was officially opened in the Jade Building. There were luminous glasses of grape wine and countless waiters began to serve the dishes, along with various auspicious words that spread throughout the Jade Building.
This makes the scene even more grand.
Not long after, everyone had finished their third round of drinking, and the head clerk Zhou also stood on the third floor holding a wine glass and toasting to the guests again.
"Everyone, Zhou is very grateful that you can come to my mother's birthday party today, and here's another toast to you all!"
As he said this, everyone also followed suit. After finishing their glasses of wine, someone suddenly heard a suggestion.
"Sir, today is my lady's birthday party. It's such an auspicious day, why don't you write a poem to cheer it up!"
Someone said this, and others responded one after another. No one was willing to do this kind of pretentious thing.
The head clerk of that week was not polite at that moment. He finished his glass of wine and started to compose a song.
Wearing beautiful clothes and having double temples, we are young, and we are happy to celebrate our birthday.
I urge God to be more generous, and to be more joyful and affectionate in ancient times!
Everyone applauded, and Master Zhou immediately suggested that everyone write poems together, which made the old lady even more happy.
So immediately someone stood up, took out the poem they had prepared long ago, and started reading it, which received bursts of applause.
Someone came out to make a tune, and others were naturally eager to give it a try. At the moment, people on every floor submitted poems, but they were all just verbal poems, which could not be said to have any talent. But soon, a poem written by a scholar made everyone
The field exclaimed.
Because he wrote a brilliant poem.
Although the poem was no more than a second-level poem, it was still enough to make people feel surprised. The director of Zhou was even more happy at that moment, praised it repeatedly, and even rewarded the scholar with ten taels of silver.
This made the children who were watching quite agitated. They also wanted to show up and stand out in such an occasion.
Kong Zong also glanced at Song Mu and said with a wry smile: "Then I'll do it later. After all, I promised Lord Zhou to write a congratulatory poem."
Kong Zong called for a boy, brought a pen and paper, and then he started to meditate.
Song Mu looked up, and the other children also looked up.
"The pines and cypresses in front of the door are growing towards the sun, and the treasures will be blessed with five blessings in the doorway."
Kong Zong wrote down these two lines of poetry, and the paper was filled with literary energy. All the children suddenly looked surprised, and Song Mu also straightened his back and looked at Kong Zong.
But when the word "quan" fell, Kong Zong's pen tip did not fall again, and the newly emerged talents dissipated one after another.
Kong Zong turned to look at Song Mu, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"My head is empty for a while."
Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw this, but they also thought about what good poems they wanted to write.
Just when everyone was scratching their heads and thinking about writing a good poem, Pan Wenhao stood up at this moment, held his head high and walked out with some confidence.
"Pan Wenhao, who was born late, also wrote a short poem, wishing the old lady to be as blessed as the East China Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains."
Pan Wenhao's voice was so loud that it could be heard almost in the entire Jade Building. Pan Shun, who was also sitting on the third floor at the same time, smiled when he heard Pan Wenhao's voice. He was greatly affected by the flattering words of some officials next to him.
Hearing that someone was composing another poem, a boy immediately went upstairs with the poem. Song Mu and Kong Zong also looked at each other, wanting to see what kind of poem Pan Wenhao had written.
The mountains and rivers are vast, and the sky is washed by the blue moon.
I took the fairy peaches from Nanshan and borrowed them for a while.
A five-character quatrain jumped out of the paper, and the guest who was reading the article raised his eyebrows after he finished speaking, because at that moment, a talent jumped out of the paper, and that talent actually rose up and appeared in the elegant eyes of the old woman.
In the space of time, they turned into little stars and fell in front of the old woman.
"This... has three talents, and it's a special birthday poem?"
At that moment, some people exclaimed with surprised expressions on their faces.
And all the talented students in the county school began to appreciate the quatrain just now. Although it has only twenty words, the artistic conception is very beautiful.
Ask for a fairy peach from Nanshan in exchange for a long life for others.
This poem is not amazing, but this sentence is really beautiful in this artistic conception.
Even Song Mu praised in his heart, this is really a good poem.
That week, when the chief secretary saw that this poem was written to be beneficial to his mother, his face turned red and he cupped his hands towards Pan Wenhao.
"Nephew Wen Haoxian is so talented in literature and so full of knowledge that he will definitely go to high school one day!"
"My uncle was so complimentary, and Wen Hao felt the same way. I wish my wife a long life, and we should work hard to live up to your expectations and bring glory to our students in Shiyang County!"
Pan Wenhao, who was praised, also looked excited, and quickly raised his hands and said, Pan Shun, who was sitting upstairs, also laughed heartily at this moment. His son has given him such a good face, what could be more gratifying than this?
After saying this, Pan Wenhao turned his head and glanced at Song Mu, curved his mouth, and said suddenly.
"Today is the old lady's birthday, so I took the liberty to show off my humiliation, but classmate Song Mu seems to have prepared a poem as well. Wen Hao thinks it must be of great literary talent."