Chapter 011 Poetry and Wine Banquet ()

The title of willow is usually ordinary. In the Tang Dynasty, the wind, flowers, snow and moon are prevalent, and literati and poets often express their feelings by chanting willows. This is a very routine and very ordinary poem title.

The onlookers applauded. Zhang Xuan stood there but secretly said, thinking that the topic was too white, too vulgar and too unskilled. Judging from this posture, this is not a scholar and literati who make friends with poetry. It is purely a "adjustment" for the noble lady in front of her to relieve her boredom and make fun of her.

However, this idea just passed away. He came here not to show off his limelight in the fight for poetry, but to have other intentions. After the fight for poetry, there was a pure banquet. No matter whether there were guests who were qualified to attend the banquet, or even servants, they could drink freely at the subsequent free banquet. Naturally, there were people from Lady Guo who arranged the entertainment.

Drinking was not the purpose, but the people of the Tang Dynasty were open. Such gatherings of scholars were often accompanied by drinking, and they could speak freely regardless of whether they had an official position or not. Zhang Xuan was waiting for this opportunity.

As for the title of the poem, it basically has nothing to do with him, just watch patiently.

Whether it was the sitting VIP or the scholars and ladies standing around the outer circle, they all turned their eyes to the weeping willows whirling with the wind on the banks of Qujiang Pond, frowned and pondering.

From the corner of Zhang Xuan's eyes, he found that Xu Wenbin, not far away, was also scratching his head, and wished he could immediately chant a shocking work to reveal it in front of others, so that he became famous all over the world. He couldn't help but feel funny.

Memories told him that what this person lacks the most is talent, and what he does not lack is the evil ways of seeking happiness. Such a fool actually wanted to show off in an occasion where scholars gathered, which really made Zhang Xuan despise.

Xu Wenbin was scratching his head when he suddenly saw Zhang Xuan sneering at him with a smile, and he couldn't help but be furious.

He himself is a "hooligan" without education, but how much better is Zhang Xuan than him? You are worse than me... Xu Wenbin smiled coldly and glared at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan curled her lips and turned her head away.

Xu Wenbin was immediately angry and immediately strode over to Zhang Xuan and yelled, "Little Thief Zhang Xuan, are you sneering at someone?"

Zhang Xuan's mouth was sung and said lightly, "Where is Mr. Xu's second son saying this? I have always heard that the second son is knowledgeable and talented, and he can understand everything in chanting poems. Today, Mrs. Guo State's title of chanting willows must be the right second son's appetite. Xiao Ke is waiting for the master's master's master's masterpiece, how dare he sneer?"

"You..." Xu Wenbin immediately turned red. He said that he was a slutty playboy, knowledgeable and talented, was simply a wonderful and cruel ridicule. However, Zhang Xuan was calm and did not vomit any bones. Although Xu Wenbin was extremely hated, he did not dare to have anger on the spot.

In the occasion of Mrs. Guo State, he dared not act randomly. If Mrs. Guo State was disturbed, he would not be able to take advantage of it. Although he was the son of the Dali Temple Minister, in the eyes of Mrs. Guo State, he was simply a little ant worth mentioning.

"Little thief, let's go and see! I want to see how you die!" Xu Wenbin stomped his feet hatefully, gritted his teeth and left.

Seeing everyone thinking quietly, Lady Guo leaned back softly and lazily on the soft couch and waved her hands behind her. A beautiful dancer with a graceful figure stepped forward lightly and danced with the soft and melodious music.

After a song, the dance will stop.

When the dancers stepped down, Cui Huan smiled calmly and stood up, bowed to Lady Guoguo, and said loudly, "Madam, the young actor Cui Huan is brave enough to throw away the bricks and attract jade."

Lady Guo looked at Cui Huan with a smile and nodded, "The Cui family is a student of Wang Mojie, and her talent is everywhere in Chang'an. Even the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine have heard of it... Well, I will listen to your masterpiece with utmost respect."

A gentle smile finally appeared on Wang Wei's calm face, looking at his proud disciple and nodded slightly.

With the support of his mentor, Cui Huan stood up, strode towards the field, leaned over and picked up the pen on the prepared desk, pondered for a moment, and then walked the pen.

After writing, Cui Huan held the paper in both hands, smiled, and handed it to the servant in Lady Guo’s mansion standing beside him.

The servant held Cui Huanxin's work with ink fragrance and romance, respectfully handed it to Yang Qi, the son-in-law who served as the "referee of the poem" at the present banquet sitting beside Lady Guoguo.

Yang Qi is Yang Guifei's cousin. He married Princess Taihua, the daughter of the current emperor Li Longji. He was appointed as the Yin Qing Guanglu Dafu, Guard Weiqing, Prince Consort Duwei, and Attorney Censor.

The relationship between the old Yang family and the old Li family is really chaotic. The younger sister married me, but the older brother married my daughter, which is equivalent to the younger sister becoming the elder of the older brother. And if we count the fact that Yang Yuhuan once married King Shou Li Mao, this would be extremely chaotic.

This is the extremely open-minded Tang Dynasty. If it were any dynasty or era, such a high-sounding incest and ethics would not have occurred.

Having said that, this also represents the unique charm of the majestic Tang Dynasty.

Yang Qi coughed twice, held the airs and chanted loudly at Cui Huan's poem, "Zhejiang willows - once planted willows and Qujiang Pond, and once left the imperial capital, I spent two springs. I remember the green river bank from afar, and I don't know who Chejiang is."

"Good poem. If someone is not mistaken, Mr. Cui's poem is written by the works of the friend who left Beijing in his early years. He is true in character and true in talent. The name of the three heroes of Chang'an is indeed well-known." After Yang Qi finished singing, Huang Ming, the Doctor of the Imperial College, couldn't help but applaud.

Qiu Wei also smiled and said to Wang Wei sideways, "Brother Mojie, Cui Huan's poem is neat and has a very artistic conception, which is not bad..."

Wang Wei smiled and said nothing. Although he was quite satisfied, because he was his own student in his face, he naturally had to be more reserved as a teacher and it was difficult to publicly applaud.

Other powerful and famous scholars present also had a lot of praise.

Cui Huan is not only talented, but also has a superior family background. He is also talented and elegant, and has always been very prestigious in the Chang'an Shixiang. Although he has not attracted much attention, he has also made a good start.

Although Yang Qi was well-versed in poetry, his achievements were still much worse than those of today's famous scholars such as Huang Ming. Seeing that Wang Wei, Huang Ming and others applauded, Yang Qi was not stingy with giving Cui Huan a face, and he also smiled and said, "What he said is, Mr. Cui's work is so wonderful, it is so wonderful, and it is a top priority."

In fact, Choi Huan's poem is in a proper way. Although it is true and true, it does not have much excellence.

Choi Huan smiled loudly, "You all have been awarded too much, Choi Huanshi dare not take it."

As he said that, Choi Huan returned to the seat with satisfaction. No matter how calm and introverted he was, he was still in his 20s. How could young people, especially talented young people, not be competitive?

Seeing Cui Huan begging for a big shot and showing her face, Xiao Fu couldn't sit there any longer. The three of them were "Three Heroes of Chang'an". They were very similar in their hearts and were good friends of poets, but in fact their relationship was not harmonious. They competed with each other behind their backs, and they tried to step on each other's shoulders and climbed up.

The so-called literati are inferior to each other, but the old saying is sincere and not deceives others.

However, Cui Huan is open-minded and scholarly, and is willing to be in the bright spot when he has "calculations", while Xiao Fu and Chen He are both cunning and gloomy, and are a little sinister and worldly-inspired and care about disguising skills.

This is the difference.
Chapter completed!