When the wine was in full swing, Pei Ziyun had just met Juren Fu and drank it. Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao knew that Pei Ziyun's literary talent would not come to seek hardships.
At this moment, Chen Zhi walked to Pei Ziyun's table and brought two servants, one with wine pot and wine cup, and the other with pen, ink, paper and ink.
Chen Zhi poured wine and drank the table with Pei Ziyun, then smiled and said to Pei Ziyun: "Chen Zhi heard about Jie Yuan's great talent for a long time. Today is the meeting. I have a reluctant invitation. I also asked Jie Yuan to write the previous poem so that we can see Jie Yuan's style."
Pei Ziyun was chatting with Juren Fu, Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao and talked about articles. When they saw Chen Zhi invite him, everyone was not surprised. Pei Ziyun had a literary talent and even more learned Jie Yuan and attracted attention. The collection of articles for Juren these days was leaked, and it was really exciting to read.
Originally, Shilin still had a voice, but once this book was released, even if some people were dissatisfied, they could not say it blatantly - everyone has the ability to appreciate it, and you can call a deer as a horse, you have to have this power. If you are a scholar and a juren rolling around, it will only be despised.
Pei Ziyun raised his head and saw that Wei Ang followed Shen Zhi. When he saw Pei Ziyun, he blinked at Pei Ziyun and gave a hint. Pei Ziyun realized that it must be Wei Ang who gave his junior brother a chance to lay the groundwork and broadcast his reputation.
This was exactly what he wanted. When Pei Ziyun thought of this in his heart, he stood up and smiled: "Writing poetry is just a trivial matter, but it is not a good thing for Mr. Chen to ask me to write poetry with empty hands. If Mr. Chen is willing to serve three glasses of wine, what's the point of writing the previous song?"
Chen Zhi was also a famous scholar. He was once famous at that time. At this time, it was a bit too much. Everyone in the venue was a little unhappy. Even Wei Ang, who instructed Chen Zhi to come forward to invite the poem, was a little shocked.
When Pei Ziyun saw Chen Zhi invite him, he had plans in his heart. To become famous, you must have talent. To display your talents, you will not be an official in the future, and you don’t have to worry about being too famous. You don’t have to be humble at this time. Chen Zhi is also a famous scholar. If you pour wine for me, it proves that I am more above Shen Zhi. As long as I write a poem, I can accumulate reputation, and the first step is to achieve it.
Some people who were close to each other, such as Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao, were also worried that if they could write famous works, they would be a celebrity and a celebrity. If they were not well written, they would be arrogant and ignorant. The treatment was a world and cold sweat could not be felt.
Although Chen Zhi was only a scholar, he followed Jibei Hou for a long time and followed the general in his writing. Who dared to regard him as a scholar?
I haven't encountered this for many years. Chen stared at Pei Ziyun for a while before smiling: "It's just pouring wine. What's the problem? Come and bring me wine."
Then a servant brought the wine to him. Chen passed the wine directly, took three cups and poured them one by one, and walked forward with his hands holding the wine plate.
The close people, Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao, couldn't help but worry. If this move could make a famous work, it would be a celebrity and a celebrity. If the quality was not high, it would be a humiliation.
Pei Ziyun took the wine and drank it three times in a row. He felt a heat surge in his belly and shouted, "Get me a pen for good wine."
A servant behind Chen Zhi brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Pei Ziyun took an empty table and spread it on it. Wei Ang went up to take the ink and said, "Brother Pei's style seems to be about to make famous quotes from all ages. I'll grind the ink."
After Wei Ang finished speaking, he took the ink and gently grind it. After grinding the ink, Wei Ang pushed it away. He looked at Pei Ziyun with interest. Pei Ziyun took the pen and started writing: Let's drink.
"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns.
Haven't you seen that the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair in the morning, and the evening turns into snow.
You must be happy when you have a happy life, and don’t let the golden cup face the moon empty.”
There is also the Yellow River in this world, and it is also a famous river. Pei Ziyun used it directly and did not change it. This is Li Bai's famous general wine.
Every time Pei Ziyun wrote a sentence, Wei Ang would read it, only three sentences, and everyone changed their color. There were more than a hundred people sitting there, and the field was silent.
"What does the master say is that he has little money? He has to buy it and drink it with you.
A rich horse, a thousand gold fur, and a man will be given a good wine, and will be sold with you forever sorrow."
After reading this sentence, the venue was silent first, then there was an uproar. Wei Ang, Chen Zhi, Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao looked at Pei Ziyun in disbelief.
Chen Zhi held the wine and stepped forward and sighed: "Originally, Jie Yuan asked me to pour three glasses of wine. I still wanted to see a joke. I didn't want to know that today's talent is like a banished immortal in the sky, and you can't see it close to the sea!"
"I will punish myself for three cups." After saying that, I drank the wine in the cup and said, "I have read all your articles. I am really a talented person in the world of life. However, if you enter the Taoist sect, you might as well return to the secular world. You will definitely pass the imperial examination in the future."
Pei Ziyun said, "Life is short, day and night. I passed the imperial examination just to comfort my family. Now that my family is healthy, I just want to travel around the world, be a small boat, and be a free boy."
Chen Zhishi listened, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Pei Ziyun getting up and toasting away, let out a long sigh, turned his face and said, "What a pity."
Fu Mansion
There are few curfews when the streets are quiet and most of the lights of every household are gone, but some wealthy families still light up the lights and say that the banquet is over, the group of people returns home. Although most of them are drunk, many people are still thinking about drinking.
Juren Fu returned home, with lanterns hanging on the gate. When he saw the ox cart going back, he went forward to greet him: "Have you been back?"
"Pull Master Pei in and give me some sobering soup."
Pei Ziyun wrote this poem and became famous throughout the audience. Whether it was respect or jealousy, the toasts flocked to him, and even if he was strong, he had to return drunk.
Juren Fu was still a little sober at this time and told him.
As he said that, he entered a building along the corridor. Seeing that Yu Yunjun had returned to the courtyard, he was lit with candles in the room. Fu Juren sighed and pushed open the door and entered the room.
Yu Yunjun was writing an article. The little loli Chuxia had already fallen asleep on the bed. Listening to the sound of pushing the door, Yu Yunjun raised her head and smiled: "It turns out that my brother-in-law is here."
"Jun Yun, look at this poem." After saying that, Juren Fu handed over the poem. Yu Yunjun was a little surprised. Although he lived in Fu's house for many years, his brother-in-law could not come to the night in order to avoid suspicion. This time, he took it out and looked at it in the candlelight.
"Good poem!" Looking at her, she suddenly turned around and her eyes lit up: "Whose poem is it?"
Fu Juren said, "This is what your good disciple did today. You have never seen the scene. Hundreds of Juren and famous scholars were shocked. This expression was really wonderful."
"Wei Ang even brought all the wishes that Jibei Hou gave him and gave them to your good disciple."
"This move is a big exception, but no one present objected, and even Chen Zhi did not object." As he said that, Juren Fu breathed a long sigh: "This boy is not inferior to that person, no wonder you suddenly became moved and accepted him as his disciple."
When Yu Yunjun heard what Fu said, he trembled his hand.
"That person!" There was something in her words, and she naturally understood that a young man suddenly appeared in front of her, as clear and blurry. These two young men, childhood sweethearts, were even more engaged in marriage, but they were destined to be destined to be together.
Yu Yunjun seemed to laugh but not laugh, but cried but cried. He read the poem carefully, and was about to drink, and he didn't stop the cup. He sang a song with you. When he read the poem, he couldn't help but shed tears.
"Oh, it's just as amazing and beautiful as a young man." Juren Fu looked at the light and said quietly.
Yu Yunjun had nothing to say. It turned out that she was just responsible for observing and looking for reliable seedlings. She was introduced by the elders in the sect, but she finally accepted Pei Ziyun herself. At this time, she gave her brother-in-law a little and then understood.
"When I saw this, I felt like I saw it back then, but my talent and expression were similar."
"So, this is my mood?"
Hou Mansion
At night, the candlelight swayed, and the Fusang warrior knelt in front of Shen Zhi. Chen Zhi was no longer as excited as before, and was writing a letter, and the letter was sealed.
Then Chen Zhi handed the letter to the Fusang samurai and said, "According to the last place, go and hand the letter to the person who is in charge of the letter, and let them do as required in the letter."
The lights in this room are not very bright, and the candlelight makes the room dark and unstable.
"Hi, Mr. Chen, please rest assured." He heard the Fusang warrior answering, and he couldn't see the expression on his face. He knocked on him and turned around and pushed open the door.
There were also three Fusang warriors following behind the gate. The marquis' mansion opened a back door. Outside the gate, four horses were prepared. The Fusang warriors led the three warriors to board the horse and disappeared all the way.
coastal
The sea breeze blows at night, with a little smell of sea. The sea water hits the water shore. A small boat stops on the shore, with several Fusang people standing on it, led by a samurai, and several ronin followers, holding knives in their hands, looking around vigilantly.
At this time, only the sound of horse hooves sounded on the shore. The ronin all pulled out their knives. Under the torch, a Fusang warrior led three people to ride on horseback.
Seeing this Fuso warrior, the warrior on the ship reached out and signaled to put away the knife and disembarked.
Seeing this person, the Fusang warrior didn't say much and took out a letter: "This is what Mr. Chen wants you to do, and I hope you can do it as soon as possible."
The warrior on the boat took it and looked at it on a torch. After reading it, he burned the letter with a blank expression and looked back: "Hi, let Mr. Chen rest assured, I will cooperate now."
"Hi, please." The Fusang warrior bowed.
Chapter completed!