The taste of the bear paw is even more delicious. This is the first time Zhang Yanling has eaten bear meat. No matter in the past or present life, it is the first time for Zhang Yanling to eat bear meat. I thought it might have some peculiar smell, but when I ate it, I just felt that the meat was soft and glutinous, and the mouthful was full of mellow flavor. There was no peculiar smell, and it actually tasted delicious.
It's not tough. According to common sense, the bear's paw should be the roughest part and should be extremely tough, but that's not the case at all.
"It's delicious, it's really delicious on earth." Zhang Yanling praised.
"Haha, it's fine if Marquis Jianchang thinks it's delicious, otherwise Zhang Lun will say that in order to save money, I won't entertain you in a restaurant outside," Xu Yande said.
Zhang Lun whined a few times and had no time to speak, because he was chewing on bear paws and his mouth was full of oil.
After finishing one bear's paw, several people had already drank three bowls of wine, and they were feeling drunk.
"It's pointless for us to drink and drink like this. Since we are here at the Plum Blossom Appreciation Pavilion today, how about we learn from the literati to compose poems?" Zhang Lun suddenly laughed.
Zhang Yanling looked at Zhang Lun in surprise, thinking that he had drunk too much. This guy actually suggested composing a poem, which was as incredible as an old sow flying in the sky. Needless to say, Zhu Lin and Xu Yande must have criticized him.
ridiculed and opposed.
"Good idea, let's write poetry." Zhu Lin said.
"I agree too." Xu Yande said.
Alas, Zhang Yanling's chin dropped to the ground and she was dumbfounded. Could it be that these three guys were joking? They actually wanted to compose a poem.
"Brother Yanling, what do you think?" Zhang Lun asked with a smile.
"As long as you are happy." Zhang Yanling rolled her eyes and said.
Zhang Lun said: "If you want to do it, then everyone has to do it. Anyone who can't do it will be punished with a bowl of wine. I will come first."
Zhang Lun stood up and pondered, and suddenly said: "Yes, we are enjoying the snow, so I will write a song about the snow in front of me."
"It's coming so soon? I want to hear it," Zhu Lin said.
Zhang Lun said: "Listen carefully." After saying this, he shook his head and chanted: "The garden is covered with white snow..."
"Oh, that's good. Although it sounds like vernacular, it still sounds like a poem." Zhu Lin said in surprise.
"Don't interrupt, I'll think about it later. This... the garden is covered with white snow... just like the ground is covered with salt..." Zhang Lun said.
The three people in the seat began to roll their eyes.
"...It's a pity that it's not salt...otherwise it would be very valuable..." Zhang Lun continued.
Zhang Yanling was taking a sip of wine in his mouth, then spit it out and kept coughing.
Zhang Lun said proudly: "How is it? How is it? Is this poem still good enough? Marquis Jianchang, why are you coughing?"
Zhang Yanling waved her hands and said: "I'm sorry, I choked on my wine, cough...this poem is very good."
Zhu Lin spat: "What bullshit poetry? What a bullshit? Is this also called poetry?"
Zhang Lun said angrily: "Isn't my song good? Then come here. I want to see what you can do."
Zhu Lin said: "I will do whatever I want. Isn't it just poetry? Listen up. No one has planted this flower since ancient times. It bloomed everywhere in the north wind overnight. Up close, it has no branches or leaves. I don't know how to grow it. How about it?"
Zhang Lun exclaimed, looked Zhu Lin up and down and said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Zhu is so talented in learning. This song is as good as my song. The two of us can take the imperial examination."
Zhu Lin said with a proud smile: "I can do it, but you can't. Mine is more reasonable than yours. Up close, there are no flowers or leaves, and I don't know how to grow them. Look, it makes so much sense. I even admire myself."
Zhang Lun scolded: "Isn't mine reasonable? This snow statue doesn't look like salt? If it were all salt, wouldn't it be valuable? How come yours is reasonable but mine is not?"
Zhu Lin was not convinced, and the two quarreled. Xu Yande smiled bitterly and said: "Don't quarrel, your poems are both very good. Just make them good, we don't care whether they are good or bad. Now it is the turn of Marquis Jianchang."
Zhang Lun nodded and said: "Yes, yes, we are arguing. You are better than me. The key depends on the Marquis of Jianchang. Brother Yanling, it's your turn."
Zhang Yanling picked up the wine bowl and said: "I can't compose a poem as good as the two of you, so I'll punish myself with a bowl of wine."
"Hey, hey, that won't work. What does this mean? You haven't even given it a try, so how can you admit defeat? You have to compose a song. Someone is waiting to hear it. I mean, we are waiting to appreciate it." Zhang Lun claps his hands.
He grabbed the wine bowl and said.
Zhang Yanling had no choice but to think deeply. He remembered a lot of poems in his mind, and there were quite a few poems that were suitable for the occasion. However, those famous lines and poems were all poems from the Tang and Song Dynasties, and he could not steal the poems from the previous dynasties. If he really wanted to compose his own poems,
But it was not an easy task. Zhang Yanling didn't want to write a nondescript limerick. After thinking for a while, she finally remembered a poem written by a Ming Dynasty person.
"The sound is getting louder and louder, and the sound of people gradually disappears. The lights are blown and the windows are brighter, and the moon shines on the snow all day long." Zhang Yanling chanted.
"Oh, that's good. It's also a very reasonable poem." Zhang Lun said in surprise. Now his criterion for judging is whether the poem makes sense.
"It's indeed very reasonable. It's snowing, but after blowing off the lamp and the moon shining, won't the windows be translucent? It's just simpler, a little worse than mine." Zhu Lin nodded.
"Okay, okay, all three of us can take the imperial examination." Zhang Lun laughed.
Xu Yande punished himself, but he really couldn't do it. Although his father Xu Guangzuo liked to write and write, he didn't like reading, and he couldn't write a limerick, so he punished himself. Zhang Lun and others naturally didn't
Will fight with him.
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When the plum blossom viewing pavilion was full of poetry, in the room on the second floor of a small building on the side of the bamboo forest in the north, the charcoal fire was burning brightly, and the smell of fine incense slowly filled the room.
A maid walked in quietly on a thick felt blanket and came to the long window with a gap covered. On the soft chair in front of the window, sat a beautiful-looking girl dressed in luxurious clothes.
At this moment, the girl was frowning and pouting her red lips, looking at the people in the pavilion in the distance who were laughing, noisy, drinking, and eating meat. Her good-looking face was tightly wrinkled, and her expression seemed to be very reluctant and angry.
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Next to her, Xu Guangzuo, dressed in black, was sitting on a small table, drinking tea from a teacup.
"My lord, miss, the poems have been transcribed." The maid handed over a piece of paper with writing on it.
Xu Guangzuo chuckled and said, "Let me take a look."
He took the paper, read it quickly, and laughed and said: "I didn't expect that Zhang Yanling's poem was really good. This little poem is very delicate. Wanyi, take a look."
Duanli girl reached out and took the paper, took a look at it and threw it aside. She frowned and said, "It's very ordinary. Is this considered good?"
Xu Guangzuo stroked his beard and smiled and said: "At least he is not a person who is not good at writing. This little poem is still very affectionate. Wanyi, don't be so picky. After all, Zhang Yanling is not a scholar, so it is already very good to be able to write such a poem.
I will have some common topics with you in the future. You like poetry, calligraphy and painting, and he knows a little bit about it, so it’s not like we can’t communicate."
The girl frowned and said, "Why does dad think I must marry him? This Zhang Yanling has a bad reputation, and it's not like dad doesn't know about it. He has already rejected him before, so why is he in this situation again?"
Xu Guangzuo frowned and said: "Wanyi, don't be willful. Daddy has made it very clear to you. This is a matter that the Queen has mentioned again in person. Do you think it's a joke? Of course, I can refuse, and neither can the Queen."
As for forcing me to agree to this marriage, I don't want to refuse so hastily this time."
The girl Xu Wanyi lowered her head and looked angry.