Wan He was writing poems. At this moment, Wan He's head was feeling dizzy. It was obvious that the alcohol had started to get to his head, and even the last trace of sobriety was gone. Hearing Pei You's repeated provocations, Wan He He was also angry. With the help of the wine, he stood up in a flash, put his hands on his waist, and shouted at Pei You: "Isn't it just poetry? I am still afraid of you, so come here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and immediately staggered. He almost sat down due to his unsteady center of gravity. Thanks to the support of Yue Rong beside him, he was able to stand still. Wan He's appearance immediately made everyone laugh. They all frowned, and it was obvious that Wan He agreed only because he was drunk. How could he write a poem like this?
When Pei Shiju saw him, cold sweat broke out on his back. If Wan He really made a fool of himself here, then the relationship between himself and Wan He would be very bad. When Wan He planned to save Xiao Yu and Yang Zichong that day, Pei Shiju was also considered He participated in Wan He's plan, so he knew that Wan He was not as simple as he appeared. If he really offended Wan He, even if Yang Guang didn't bother Pei Shiju, but was set up by Wan He, Pei Shiju would lose half of his life. , Pei Shiju no longer paid attention to the traitor beside him, but took a step forward, smiled and said to Wan He: "Oh, why does the Duke of Guo have to be the same as this traitor? Everyone knows that Duke Guo's talent is Dong Dong. At the head of the capital, my treacherous son is just a person who sits in a well and watches the sky. How can he know the capabilities of the Duke of the State? Lord, please take a seat and I will teach that treacherous son a lesson."
Pei Shiju said something treacherous to the left and the other to the right, but it made Pei You blush and wanted to refute, but the person who said this was his biological father. In the end, Pei You could only attribute all his resentment to Wan He. , determined to make Wan He look embarrassed in public, he snorted coldly: "Since the Duke of Guo is so talented, this little trick of writing poems must not be difficult for the Duke of Guo. I am still waiting for the Duke of Guo to teach me." ,"
As soon as Pei You said these words, all the officials in the Jiaze Palace frowned. How could this smooth and sophisticated Pei Shiju give birth to such an unreasonable son? Pei Shiju was shocked and angry, and then he persuaded him a little. Why did this traitor even add fuel to the fire? Pei Shiju turned around and glared at Pei You, wanting to beat this idiot to death with a stick.
Wan He was so drunk that he couldn't bear it after hearing Pei You's words. He even pushed Pei Shiju away, staggered a few steps forward, belched wine, and pointed at Pei. You hummed: "Okay, okay, this, this is what you said, then, then, I will give you a good, good lesson. Someone, come and write a record for me."
Wan He at least still has a trace of sense left, and did not say that he wrote the pen himself. Although Wan He has been around for a long time and has long been accustomed to writing with a brush, the handwriting is only a little better than that of a beginner. Of course, In front of so many people, especially in front of masters of calligraphy like Yu Shiji, there is no need to show off one's self.
Yang Guang himself was good at writing, so the maids serving in the palace could take out pens and ink at any time. After listening to Wan He's instructions, several maids immediately prepared pens and ink, and at the same time, they selected a maid with good calligraphy. When he saw that everything was ready, Wan He shook his head and opened his mouth to read: "Red beans are born in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will pick more. This is the most loved thing."
Before Wan He spoke, all the officials in the palace were ready to see Wan He's joke. Especially Pei You and Yang Jian who were sitting beside them all sneered. However, when Wan He said this, he immediately said Such a quatrain immediately caused the entire hall, from Yang Guang to the ministers, to be stunned. Even Yuerong beside Wan He couldn't help but cover her mouth and looked at Wan He with her beautiful eyes widened. When Wan He went to take the Chunwei exam, Yuerong knew about the bit of ink in Wan He's belly and didn't know anything about it. But now he is able to explain it clearly. Is this the same uneducated little bastard I am?
"Red beans grow in the southern country. When spring comes, a few branches will appear. I hope you will pick more. This is the thing I miss most." The palace maid quickly wrote this poem on rice paper. The first one to contribute was naturally Yang Guang. Guang Mo read it once, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was full of energy. Yang Guang himself is also a poet, so he can naturally see the level of this poem. Although the language is very simple, the words contain profound meanings. Even Yang Guang couldn't help but patted his thigh and shouted: "Okay, okay, it is indeed a good poem. This thing is the most lovesick, this thing is the most lovesick, this last sentence, especially the word 'most', how should I use it?" Wonderful, good, you are indeed my son-in-law, good,"
Being able to hear so many "good" words from Yang Guang's mouth shows how satisfied Yang Guang is. Among the ministers who were sitting down, many people immediately came forward to praise him. Of course, many of them were truly knowledgeable and sincere. Sincerely praising Wan He's poem, the internal history minister Yu Shiji simply stepped forward, apologized to Yang, took the pen from the palace maid's hand, and copied the poem again, even though Yu Shiji usually did the same. He is a master of flattery, but he has been immersed in calligraphy for many years. When he wrote this poem, it was like a flying dragon and a phoenix. The brilliance of the poem and the handsomeness of the words complement each other.
Hearing the praises given to him by the ministers, Wan He couldn't help but feel elated. He raised his head higher and higher, almost looking at people through his nostrils. He glanced at Pei You, who had a livid face, and snorted. Somewhat carried away, he hummed: "Master Pei, how about this poem? If Master Pei is still not satisfied, then I will write another one."
When he came back, all the ministers were stunned. They didn't expect Wan He to come again. What did the Duke think of good poetry? How can it be so easy? Don't make it worse. Wan He looked at the worried looks of the people around him. , but he didn't care at all. He took two steps and opened his mouth to read: "Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east side of Guitang, there are no colorful phoenixes flying in the wings, but there is a clear understanding in my heart. I will send you Gouchun wine in the next seat." "It's warm, and the wax lamp is red. I sigh and listen to the drums to answer the official's call. I walk on Malantai and turn around the tent."
The song "Red Bean" before was just a quatrain, and now Wan He opened his mouth to write a verse. Everyone was dumbfounded, especially Yue Rong behind Wan He. After hearing Wan He's words, he suddenly The whole person was stunned, and he kept chanting the phrase "I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix in my body, but I have a clear mind." I immediately felt that I was intoxicated by this poem, my beautiful eyes moved, and I stared at it closely. Wan He was not a tall figure in front of her. If there weren't so many people around, Yuerong would have wanted to just throw herself into Wan He's arms.
But this time, Yu Shiji directly wrote down Wan He's poem with a brush, dried the ink, and took the initiative to present the poem to Yang Guang. Yang Guang looked at the poem and felt that it was amazing. To say that before, , Yang Guang was still a little jealous of talents, and he was a little unhappy with those foreign ministers who were famous for their talents and learning. But now Wan He is Yang Guang's son-in-law. As the saying goes, a son-in-law can be half a son-in-law, and Wan He can learn Gao, this can show that Yang Guang has a vision, so Yang Guang did not hesitate to boast this time, nodding his head and saying: "Yes, yes, this poem is no less wonderful than the previous one, Queen, you also Come and see,"
Queen Xiao sitting next to Yang Guang was originally a princess of the Houliang Kingdom, so she was naturally talented and learned. She had already listened to Wan He reciting these two poems before, and now looking at the poems copied by Yu Shiji, her calm face The beautiful face also showed surprise involuntarily, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she nodded slightly and said: "These two poems are really good words and phrases. Your Majesty has good taste and has chosen a good consort for Yuerong."
Hearing Queen Xiao also praise her good taste, Yang Guang couldn't help laughing. For a while, the ministers praised him countless times. Some praised Wan He's poems, but they were still flattering Yang Guang. In the majority, Wan He didn't care much about this. He turned his head and glanced at Pei You, who was already pale, with a proud look on his face. However, he turned around, faced Yuerong, and directly held Yuerong in his arms. He held his little hand, stared at the moon with deep eyes, and said: "Ask the world, what is love, tell me about life and death, and fly together from the south to the north. How many times have the old wings experienced cold and summer, joy and pleasure, and the pain of parting? There are even more idiotic children, you should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is going to someone,"
After reading halfway, Wan He stopped, took Yuerong's hand, walked directly to the table, picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, then looked at Yuerong affectionately again, but it was Facing the ministers, he read aloud: "On the Hengfen Road, in the lonely days, the drums were beating, the desolate smoke was still plain, how could the souls be summoned? The mountain ghosts secretly cried in the wind and rain, the sky was jealous, and did not believe in it, the orioles and swallows were all in the loess , for thousands of years, to entertain the poets, they sing and drink wildly and visit Yanqiu."
Quiet, Jiaze Hall, which was bustling just now, is now silent. Even those ministers who were still flattering Yang Guang are looking at Wan He in dumbfounded eyes, and Yuerong, who is being held by Wan He, , her face was even filled with tears at this moment, and her face was full of happiness. In the concubine section of the harem, Concubine Xiao, who had always remained indifferent before, also showed a complicated expression at this time, and she raised her head and glanced at the girl with her head held high. To the sky, the high-spirited Wan He lowered his head in the end. As for Yang Jian, who had been preparing to watch Wan He's joke before, his face was ashen. The wine glass in his hand was crushed by him, pricking the palm of his hand and drawing blood. DC.
"Poof," this sound finally broke the peace in Jiaze Hall. Pei You's face was as white as paper, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground. Pei Shiju couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw it, and hurriedly When I ran to Pei You, no one on the left or right would sympathize with Pei You, because Pei You could only bring this result to himself.
After finishing the poem, Wan He felt the amazed gazes around him. The corner of his mouth curled up, and then the world began to spin. He leaned on Yue Rong's fragrant shoulder, completely drunk.