Chapter 22 The praise and disapproval of the banquet
Chapter 22 Praise and Criticism at the Banquet
Everyone stopped chatting until Magistrate Chen and three inspection inspectors accompanied Lu Shangshu out of the side hall.
I saw the old minister walking a few steps, pointing at the round fan and enjoying his old age."
Li You was not qualified to interrupt casually. He was enjoying his leisure time, joking with Yuan Baoer, and occasionally secretly eating some tofu. Suddenly he heard that Lu Shangshu wanted to build a residence under Feiyanji, and he was very surprised.
Lu Shangshu's intention to invade official land is nothing. There are many people who have done this kind of thing. But Feiyanji has been designated as a place to blast mountains and collect rocks. How can people live there? Even if the stone pond project is completed and a house is built, it will already be there by then.
The place is devastated and littered with rocks. Is Lu Shangshu willing to live in a place like this?
Chen Zhixian stood up and bowed to him and said: "The official committee is really not worthy of the title of father. This matter will be discussed carefully after the banquet. I will definitely make the boss happy." Of course, Chen Zhixian would not make a big impact on the scenery at such a joyful and peaceful moment.
If you refuse, you can only deal with it vaguely first and make plans later.
Master Huang and Li You looked at each other and both said something bad. Lu Shangshu is a veteran of three dynasties. Although he has not been in the cabinet, his words are very weighty and it is not easy to offend. But this is not the place for discussion, so I have to press the button.
carry.
The banquet continued, and the dishes on each table were changed again. At this time, the banquet stage where etiquette was the main focus had passed, everyone was no longer restrained, and the scene became cheerful.
Lu Shangshu was half-drunk and recited a poem: "Thousands of miles away from the wind and dust, I am traveling so far. My hometown is full of grass in spring, and the clouds are cool in the guest house at night. The dream breaks through the third moon, and the flowers bloom in two places. There is no fixed date for my official career, and I feel empty on my temples.
Edge frost.”
Everyone has been prepared for it and is fighting one by one.
Li You copied a poem and said: "There are always eunuchs and tourists, wandering without end. The guests are worried about the shadows of the wild geese, and the hometown dreams are falling from the stirrup flowers. The dawn moon stays in the night peacefully, and the lonely clouds are nowhere to be home. Across the vast smoke and water, the autumn colors
Go up to Jianjia."
Although it is not a top-notch poem, at this banquet, singing He Lu Shangshu's poem was already the best at the banquet, and it also won a few applause from others. Everyone said that Li Dianshi was indeed good at poetry and lyrics.
Lu Shangshu paid attention to Li You for a long time and asked the county magistrate Chen: "I am in Suzhou Prefecture. Who can everyone sing Yuefu Desolate Song and If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting? I can still hear the two poems about plum blossoms. They all say that they are elegant officials from the same town."
It was done by someone named Li You, who is this?"
"It is this person." Chen Zhixian replied.
Lu Shangshu praised: "Although Xujiang is called Little Gusu, people in the city often look down upon our hometown's culture and education. Li Dianshi was so proud that he taught all the people in Gusu to sing the lyrics and music of Xujiang people. It is really our county."
What a joy!" He said, raising the cup in his hand and signaling to Li You from afar.
The Minister offered a toast, but Li You dared not take the big shot. He immediately stood up, bowed down, picked up his own glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Everyone followed Lu Shangshu's topic and discussed the good lyrics that Li You had plagiarized. Naturally, everyone praised and applauded, and the female musicians also sang Li You's lyrics to the fun.
A middle-aged literati commented: "The first two poems, Magnolia Flower Ling and Picking Mulberries, are excellent poems. After listening to them and looking at the words written by people at that time, they are boring! There are only some songs found in the Song Dynasty poems of the previous dynasty.
The difference is comparable.”
However, Li You did not recognize this person. Yuan Baoer, who was next to him, reminded Li You in his ear: "The slave family knows that this is Mr. Yan, the Yan Juren, the father of the Yan Xiucai who you are not dealing with. Sir, please be careful.
"Looking at it this way, this Yan Juren is indeed somewhat similar to Yan Xiucai.
Yan Juren changed his voice and added: "As for the last two poems, Yan'ermei and Huanxisha, although they can be said to be good, compared with the first two, they are a bit inferior."
Li You listened, what Master Yan said so far is quite objective.
Mr. Yan continued: "I heard Li Dianshi's new poem today, and it's one step behind the next two poems."
Li You could vaguely guess what he wanted to say.
Sure enough, Mr. Yan finally shook his head and sighed, and concluded: "Could it be that Li Dianshi's skills stop here and he is exhausted? It's a pity, it's a pity that after all, he lacks the confidence and foundation to study well, and his occasional brilliant works cannot last forever. May Li Dianshi
We should take Zhongyong as a warning. Or are we dealing with Mr. Lu casually?"
This remark was both derogatory and provocative. Everyone at the table was thinking about how to answer the question. Yao Xing'er, who was sitting next to Lu Shangshu, suddenly retorted: "I don't agree with what Mr. Yan means. In this life,
No one can write a good chapter, but if it lasts for a thousand years or two, then this life will be worth it."
No one could have imagined that Yao Xing'er, who had a grudge against Li Dianshi, would be the first to come forward. The last time Li You wrote a crooked poem to scold Yao Xing'er, a few people were there to see it. There was ambiguity... I want to ask how thin Jiang Mei is.
As expected, the points are not written in vain...
Lu Shangshu seemed to be smiling but not smiling. In his eyes, bickering was just a banquet game. There were not many literati these days who did not fight, argue or quarrel. It was just that Yan Juren was dissatisfied with Li You's talent and found a place. At this time, he was very interested.
Looking at Li You, see how this famous elegant official responds.