"It's snowing in the evening, so I can have a cup of water!"
Cui Jingzhi still maintained the movement of holding the cup, but his eyes had been staring at Xiao Han for a long time, and he was still unaware that even the wine in the cup spilled on his lap.
"Is this man stupid?" Xiaodong, who was standing behind Xiao Han, muttered impatiently when he saw the governor who seemed to be petrified.
He is different from Cui Jingzhi. Cui Jingzhi was born in the Zheng family in Xingyang. He has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he has the deepest feelings for these beautiful lines.
Xiaodong, on the other hand, came from an ordinary family. Although he had some money to help him learn to read and write, his foundation was far from adequate, so he only thought that the poems written by his own prince were quite pleasant, and he didn't think much about them.
a long time!
Just when Xiao Han couldn't help but want to test whether Cui Jingzhi had fainted, he slammed the table, stood up from the cushion, and said with bright eyes:
"What a poem! It is concise and implicit, relaxed and free. The poems are connected with each other, and they are consistent! What a poem! For this poem, I should be clear about it!"
With that said, Cui Jingzhi stretched out his hand to grab the wine glass, but when he grabbed it, he realized that his wine glass had been thrown somewhere in his unconscious state and could not be found at all!
But even without a wine glass, Cui Jingzhi couldn’t stop his excitement!
He looked around and then at Xiao Han who was startled. He simply picked up the jug and drank several gulps at the spout. Then he put down the jug, wiped his mouth and laughed loudly.
smiled and said:
"Phew!! Great! Good wine! Good poetry! Xiao Hou's reputation as a master of poetry is truly well-deserved!
With this scene in this room, I can speak clearly. With this talent and knowledge, looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, I dare to say that there will never be another person who can match you! No, I have to write it down quickly. If I get drunk and forget this poem, I will definitely
I will regret it for the rest of my life!”
As he said that, regardless of where Xiao Han was still holding the wine glass, dumbfounded, the host had already run into the inner room, spread out the paper, splashed ink, and began to copy the poem he had just recited.
"Swish, swish, swish"
Cui Jingzhi finished the poem in a hurry. Cui Jingzhi threw away the pen, carefully picked up the paper, and read it back and forth several times with squinted eyes. However, he always felt that something was missing. When he took a closer look, he discovered that something was wrong. It turned out that there was only poetry on it, not
name!
So he quickly raised his head and asked Xiao Han outside: "By the way, what is the name of this poem by Master Hou?"
How could Xiao Han dare to say it was called Ask Liu Jiu? He could only touch his nose and said: "Ask Governor Cui!"
Cui Jingzhi was stunned when he heard this, and quickly waved his hand: "Ask me? Oh, Lord Marquis, you are really embarrassing me. How can I dare to name such a good poem?"
Xiao Han rolled his eyes, pointed at him and said, "Who asked you to name him? I mean, this poem is called Ask Cui Governor!"
"Ah? Oh! That's it! Haha, I am stupid, I am stupid!"
At this time, Cui Jingzhi was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized!
It wasn't until this moment that he figured out: Who is Xiao Han drinking with today? With him!
In the poem, it’s late and the sky is snowing, but who can I ask for a drink? It’s him too!
Then why don’t you ask Cui Governor for the name of this poem? Apart from this, what other name could be suitable?”
"A meal of wine in exchange for a poem, this transaction is worth it!"
Thinking of this, Cui Jingzhi was so happy that he almost laughed his teeth off! He quickly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and neatly wrote the four words "Ask Cui the Governor" on the paper, and then he held this piece of paper again.
Paper is like holding a priceless treasure!
However, this is indeed a treasure! A treasure that can leave a name in history!
Cui Jingzhi may not have thought yet: just because of this poem, his name as Cui Governor will still be remembered by people thousands of years later!
This kind of opportunity has been passed down through the ages because of a poem. From ancient times to the present, it is estimated that there is only one other lucky person, Wang Lun, who can compare with it.
"Ahem, brother Liu Jiu, I'm really sorry! But don't worry, Mr. Bai Juyi is so talented that he will definitely write another poem for you. Amen, don't be surprised!"
Looking at Cui Jingzhi, who was overjoyed, and thinking about Liu Shijiu, who was probably not yet born, the "plagiarism" master Xiao Han had no choice but to drink a full glass of wine to apologize to this poor man.
Hey, who told you to be born late? You can’t blame me, right? If you have the ability, you can get in front of me and hit me?!
Xiao Han was looking for reasons to defend his shameless plagiarism. On the other hand, Cui Jingzhi resisted the urge to immediately call for a craftsman to frame the poem and returned to the table to sit down.
"Hey, there's no more wine? Let me pour it for you!"
Seeing that there was no wine in Xiao Han's glass, Cui Jingzhi, who was still excited, was busy pouring wine for him again.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Han saw his action and quickly covered the cup, waving his hands and saying: "No! One cup has been drunk, and the mood is up! Drinking more is considered a cow's drink, and it will weaken the artistic conception!"
When Cui Jingzhi heard this, his hand that was pouring wine stopped in mid-air.
If this had happened before, he would have definitely sneered at this. It is said that drinking tea is indecent, but how can there be such a rule in drinking? Isn't the more bold and unrestrained, the better?
However, he had just been amazed by Xiao Han's poem, and even listening to what he said now, he felt that it was particularly reasonable!
"He is indeed a great poet and writer! This pursuit of artistic conception is really beyond the reach of ordinary people like us!"
Putting down his wine glass in admiration, Cui Jingzhi never thought that Xiao Han wouldn't drink, not because of the bullshit artistic conception, but because he had already blown the bottle of wine, and Xiao Han disliked it!
Poems were sent, wine was drunk, and the scene became quiet.
Xiao Han looked at Lao Cui, who still looked admiring, and suddenly felt a little bit at a loss.
If it doesn't work, you have to talk things out quickly, lest you don't get things done and others take advantage of you.
Thinking of this, Xiao Han coughed lightly, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and asked casually: "Ahem, they say that auspicious snow heralds a good year, but there have been several heavy snowfalls in Yangzhou this winter! I heard other people say at home
, Yangzhou has never had so much snow in previous years, so it seems that the crops will grow well after spring begins!"
Cui Jingzhi did not doubt his presence at all. He smiled and cupped his hands and followed his words and said: "Haha, thanks to Xiaohou! As soon as you come, even God is blessing this place. With these heavy snowfalls, this year's good weather will be better."
It will definitely be better than previous years!”
"Haha, this has nothing to do with me. Governor Cui really puts a high hat on me!" Xiao Han smiled modestly, suddenly changed the topic and asked: "By the way, there was a locust plague in Guanzhong last year, did you know?
"
"I know a thing or two about this!" When Cui Jingzhi heard Xiao Han talk about this matter, the smile on his face suddenly faded, and he shook his head and said: "Hey, I heard that the locust plague affected a wide area, and your majesty even ate a few alive for it.
Just a locust! I would rather let the locusts eat their hearts and lungs than harm the people of the Tang Dynasty!"
