After chanting, leave the chopsticks for the food and hang the wine in the air.
All the patrons in the hall were stunned on the spot. Time and space seemed to freeze, and the beards and cheeks were filled with stunned expressions, frozen in this moment.
"Ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta..."
The wine juice leaked from the silver pot, like a drip, bursting onto the table. The matching silver cup was held by a noble hand just an inch away. The owner of that hand was not aware of it, and his gaze remained unchanged.
Staring straight at Ying Niang who was reciting poems.
"Good! What a poem! What a talent!"
I don't know who took the lead, and all the guests surrounding Ying Niang woke up one after another. In an instant, cheers came and went.
Ying Niang looked at the stream of light and cast a flirtatious look at the person who had just led the applause. The person let out a scream of joy, and immediately the whites of his eyes rolled up, his tongue dropped, and he seemed to have fainted, causing all the guests to burst into laughter.
Yang Zhaoxi also rolled his eyes and ignored the person "fainted" on his shoulder. In order to avoid being misunderstood, he also likes to be in public.
Ying Niang also covered her mouth and chuckled: "Ying Niang is showing off her embarrassment. I wonder which gentleman will come first next?"
At this time, the old man with white temples and purple robe stroked his beard again and said with a smile: "Ms. Ying, you are too modest! Just now, why are you trying to attract others? You are obviously the one who is the first! We have to wait for those of us who are proud of our talents and wear purple robes.
Come and follow the dog's tail to make the mink smile, and make Ying Niang smile. Haha!"
Ying Niang hurriedly leaned over and said, "How dare you, Ying Niang! Does Guo Linggong's words mean that he wants to praise and kill the slave family?"
Guo Linggong put his hand up in the air, nodded and said with a smile: "Ying Niang, please don't take your jokes seriously. My son, Guo Shu, this 'Yueyi Tower', how can it be a prosperous city without Ying Niang and Feng staying here? I have always been literary and ink throughout my life in the military.
I'm unfamiliar with you. Since it's rare that we have the chance to meet you today, I'd like to support Ying Niang!"
Ying Niang immediately took the chip from a dancer's hand and held it in front of Guo Linggong: "Please take the chip from Guo Linggong and compose a poem on the pagoda, so that Ying Niang can also see the style of a general!"
Guo Linggong smiled and stretched out his hand, picked up a silver chip, squinted his eyes, frowned, then closed his eyes slightly and began to think.
Yang Zhaoxi patted Du Shazhou on the shoulder and shouted in a low voice: "Ouch! Ouch! Don't be pretentious anymore, Ying Niang has ignored you for a long time. Guo Linggong is about to recite a poem! Don't you listen?"
Du Shazhou suddenly jumped up, rubbed his face with both hands, and said intoxicatedly: "Ying Niang's look, the hunchback will die without regrets... Tsk, tsk! Brother Yang, he is indeed my lucky star..."
After saying that, he still didn't want to finish, he actually put his arms around Yang Chaoxi's head and kissed him fiercely on the forehead.
Yang Chaoxi hurriedly broke away and wiped his forehead in disgust. Just as he was about to scold him, he heard Guo Linggong open his eyes and say boldly: "I used the word 'tea' in the word, so I used tea as the title. Everyone, please
How about this one?
Tea, tea.
Camels, yellow sand.
Cross the Silk Road and cross the mountains.
A wolf travels thousands of miles, sucking blood and grinding its teeth.
The brave general is still here, Anxi is my home.
The young man is marching outside the fortress, his gray hair is still eating honeydew melons.
I am not afraid of three feet of snow in Xizhou, but I have a cup of tea in my arms."
After listening to this, all the guests looked at each other in confusion. In terms of literary talent, this poem is mediocre and difficult to interpret, and is almost plain language. However, there is a profound meaning between the lines. It seems to be very indignant at the wolfish ambitions of the Tibetan people.
It also seems that he is complaining about the generals who guard Anxi.
Among the guests, there were both Beijing officials of different ranks and foreign officials who were idle in Henan Province. They all knew that talking too much will lead to mistakes. So after Guo Linggong chanted, there was a brief silence. There were only sporadic ones.
Several people stood up, folded their hands and saluted with a smile on their face, and said: "Guo Linggong's sword is immortal and he is talented in both civil and military affairs! I am impressed by this official."
Guo Linggong was not annoyed at all, he smiled casually and said: "I am just a vulgar warrior and arty. You can just enjoy it!"
Since childhood, Yang Chaoxi has often listened to Guan Dashi, Niu Chong and other uncles and elders telling them stories about Li Guangbi, Guo Ziyi, Xue Rengui and other famous generals in the prosperous dynasty. In his heart, he has long admired Guo Ziyi and Guo Linggong, who lived a military life.
At this time, seeing that he was so respected, but his poems and articles were ignored, he couldn't hold it back, stood up and clasped his fists, saying: "In the past, the old hero Guo accompanied him back to the two capitals, defeated thieves with force, rode back to He alone, and convinced people with virtue.
You really have great military exploits and majesty! This courage alone is hard to match! Why bother to study the essence of rhetoric and the beauty of literary talent?"
When Ying Niang heard this, she couldn't help but look at the young man a few more times and joked to Guo Linggong: "Guo Linggong is a scholar with a pen and a sword in the world! If the shopkeeper hadn't allowed it, Ying Niang would have imitated the 'Red Fuye Run'
!Cackle...”
Guo Linggong also raised his eyebrows and returned the courtesy to Yang Chaoxi: "Alas! One general's achievements have caused thousands of bones to dry up! If the prosperous age can remain the same, why don't I like fine wines and delicacies, and be surrounded by beautiful women? This young man, please stop complimenting me.
If you are an ambitious man, you might as well join the army and fight against the bandits in the west!"
Ying Niang also sensed Guo Linggong's negative thoughts, and immediately changed her conversation and said: "This young man has clear eyes! Yue Ji, please ask this young man to draw the next wine chip!"
After Ying Niang said this, a dancer walked up to Yang Chaoxi holding a chip in her hand.
Yang Zhaoxi raised her hand to get the wine chip, and unexpectedly saw Yue Ji wearing a colorful embroidered rug, with two surging white masses swaying, and a ravine clearly visible. Unconsciously, her face became dry, and two streams of heat were coming.
It surged out of my nostrils and I quickly held it down with my hand.
When Na Yue Ji saw this, she covered her mouth and smiled softly. But she turned her beautiful eyes to Du Shazhou aside, bit her red lips lightly, and her eyes were full of love!
Yang Zhaoxi couldn't help but turn her head to look, and saw the shameless Du Shazhou, winking and teasing the dancer called "Yue Ji", as if he had known her for a long time. But Yue Ji's actions were just reciprocating love.
Just a response.
The two secretly communicated, but Yang Zhaoxi ignored it and took a deep breath to swallow the salty heat. Then he raised the silver chip and looked at Ying Niang with a strange look on his face and said: "This one of mine is just right.
I also won the word 'flower'. The girl just took the lead, but I have little talent and little knowledge. Could you please allow me to think more..."
Before he finished speaking, a man with his head wrapped in black gauze and a vermilion patterned robe choked out: "Young gentleman, look at your conversation, I'm afraid you can't even be considered a 'village tribute'! If you don't understand poetry,
Wen, just drink a glass of wine as a penalty. Don’t delay us from reciting poems!”
After the man in red robe said this, several men in different colors immediately started making noises, shouting that Yang Chaoxi should drink wine as a fine and not waste everyone's time. Some even mocked, "How can Xiaolangjun be so young?"
What kind of amazing talent does he have? He dares to come to tea party, he is really like a yellow dog biting the moon - I don’t know how high the sky is.
Some of the other patrons lowered their heads to drink, some showed disdain, and some also started to make noises, as if they regarded Yang Chaoxi as a public enemy. And the reason for this was just because Ying Niang said a few more words to him.
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However, Yang Chaoxi also recognized that the man in red robe must be Lu Chuntang, the right young master of Henan Prefecture. When they were in Tongyuan Canal a few days ago, he had been staying by the side of Henan Yin Xiaojing, and he could not leave her. Most of the other people making noises were from Henan.
Among the officials who joined the army, recorded affairs, and other positions in the government office, Lu Shaoyin was naturally the only one who followed him.
In addition, there are indeed a few familiar faces in the hall, but it's just not a suitable place to meet.
When Du Shazhou saw this, he sneered and said: "A group of well-educated people are studying here and making noise like crows! I don't know if they have read poems in vain, or if their true colors are exposed?"
Lu Chuntang's face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was from wine or anger. He pointed at Du Shazhou from a distance and said, "What a coward! How dare you disrespect us with your words! After the banquet is over, I will argue with you outside the building..."
Yang Zhaoxi didn't wait for him to finish, and said to Ying Niang: "I have one too, I hope you can teach me more!
Flower, flower.
Fences and houses.
The light pistil is supported, and the temples are lined with beauty.
There are paths in spring mountains and endless spring waters.
The plows are turning on the plateau, and the wheat fields are growing at the gate.
The new willows are piled high by the smokers, and the old women are leisurely counting the crows. The rain is so wet that travelers lose their way, and the green grass on the grass tears their cheeks!"
There is no pause in speaking, and the poem is complete!
It was as if it had been prepared in advance. After spitting out a few numbers, a picture of "Spring Mountain Encountering Rain" suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. If I didn't know the art of painting and prose, how could I have written such a fresh and refined pagoda poem?
Lu Chuntang and others were immediately speechless. There are many good poems that are often recited, and there is no one in the world who can produce good sentences frequently by improvising. A genius like Wang Bo who can speak well is a rare occurrence in a hundred years.
Lu Chuntang thought to himself, if he picked the word "flower", he could write an article randomly; but if he also picked the word "flower", how could he be like Yingniang, who could write an astonishing article just by picking it up at her fingertips?
Gorgeous
His poems came? Then he felt even more jealous, as if this young man's talent was aimed at him. He and his colleagues had just ridiculed him, and in the blink of an eye, it felt like a slap on the face, causing hot pain.
When Ying Niang heard this, her red lips were half-opened, her white teeth were open like crescent moons, and her eyes were filled with brilliance: "Young Master, what a talent! Ying Niang is willing to be defeated! Dr. Sanlu said, "Work hard to express your emotions," and Tai Shigong also said
'Three hundred poems are probably the work of sages who worked hard'. But I don't know how the young man, in his youth, could have so much resentment and injustice in his heart?"
But Yang Chaoxi was greatly shocked: This Ying Niang really has a good heart, and she could tell the difference by just writing a poem.
Immediately he looked as usual and said: "When I first set foot on the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable that things will not go well, so I am full of complaints. This poem is just a game, and I don't deserve such high praise from the girl."
Guo Linggong also stroked his beard and praised: "It is the general trend for young people to come from behind. But I have never seen many people like Xiaolangjun who are as beautiful as Xiaolangjun in my life. I don't know who Xiaolangjun's surname is.
Where were you born? Where are you working now?"
Yang Chaoxi couldn't figure out what Guo Linggong meant for a moment, but he swallowed it back when he said it. Suddenly he remembered that Du Shazhou came in under the pseudonym "Bai Shuangfeng" and tricked the waiter in front of the building, so he clasped his fists and said in respect:
"The boy's surname is Lin and his name is Duyang. He has been hunting with Aweng in Xiong'er Mountain since he was a child. After Aweng left, he came to Luoyang City and only found some porters' jobs in Nanshi to earn food every day."
Guo Linggong didn't believe it. But looking at his serious look, he just smiled and didn't expose it.
However, when Ying Niang heard this, her eyes twinkled and she smiled brightly: "According to this, Mr. Lin's poems and essays were all taught by his respected relatives!"
Yang Chaoxi's heart suddenly stagnated, and he stuttered when he spoke: "Poetry... When I was hanging my hair, an old Taoist wandered to the Xiong'er Mountain and encountered a tiger on the road. Aweng happened to bump into him and saved his life with his bow... Then
The Taoist reciprocated his kindness and taught me some poetry and basic kung fu..."
While Xu Xu was talking here, another patron became impatient and urged Ying Niang to hurry up and give orders.
Ying Niang had no choice but to put her doubts aside for the time being, and went back to the hall, where she smiled and asked the next person to collect the money. All the guests in the hall immediately started to rush over and started making noises.
After a heated exchange of words, the guests finally decided on the order of drawing, starting from Guo Linggong's left hand, rotating in a circle, and ending with his right hand. If there was anyone who was not good at poetry or had already executed the order (such as Ying Niang,
Yang Chaoxi), all were skipped. The guests also recommended two people with strict book skills to be responsible for recording the verses recited by the guests. After everyone has finished reciting, everyone will judge the winner together.
, the difference between elegance and vulgarity. As for which benefactor Ying Niang will invite in the end, it is another matter to go to her elegant residence to talk about it.
But with the calm demeanor that Ying Niang always showed when greeting people, how could she ignore the judgment of everyone and openly go her own way?
Everyone had decided on the plan, but several dancers spread out and held the counters in front of the guests. Those who were eager to try immediately took out the counters, held them in their palms, and couldn't wait to look down... Then someone stole the wine chips.
Happy, some lamented, some were indifferent, and some were shocked. It was true that some families were happy and some were sad.
The first person sitting on Guo Linggong's left hand had a jade belt around his waist and gorgeous clothes. He was not like an ordinary person. However, his face was complicated and he looked at Guo Linggong:
"Dad, my child, the one I drew was the word 'wine'... What will happen if the princess finds out?"