Er, would you mind repeating what you just said, I was lost in thought.”
Just now, he was fully concentrating on figuring out which delicacy to try next, and when he was called by name in the cold, Zhu Pingan didn’t hear what the person was saying for a while, so he had to stop his chopsticks and raise his head to ask the person.
But did not want to, looked up surprised to find that almost all the people here are staring at themselves, uh, say this is since I arrived in the Ming Dynasty has seen the largest, most sumptuous a wine feast, I just want to taste a fresh just, not to spectate it!
“You’re Zhu Pingan, the high achiever of Huai Ning County’s A list, aren’t you, all of us have made poems to share with the crowd, you’ve been silent, but you’re looking down on us?” The scholar who stepped forward repeated what he had just said, deliberately using the vernacular to satirise Zhu Pingan for having no chest and not being able to understand the literary language.
Many people followed suit, asking Zhu Pingan to make a poem as well and share it with everyone.
“Oh, make a poem.”
Zhu Pingan repeated softly before he gently shook his head and said modestly, “I’m not very good at composing poems, so I’d better forget about it.”
Aigoo.
I’ll go.
Not good at poetry.
You’re quite honest, aren’t you?
But you’re wrong if you think you can avoid composing poems! You’re underestimating us.
The scholar who stepped forward had a courteous smile on his lips as he took a step forward, arching his hand and saying, “Your Excellency is too modest, the famous A-listed high achiever who is young and talented, who among us doesn’t know about it, please don’t excuse yourself.”
“That’s right, don’t excuse yourself, that poem you did at the Ten Mile Pavilion about being bitten by a snake and hearing a crowing bird, well, that, that was quite refreshing to us.”
Immediately, someone beside him chimed in, and in his words, he again pointed to the infamous poem of being bitten by a snake and smelling the crowing bird that Zhu Ping An had once done at the Ten Mile Pavilion, and at the end of it, he even used the term refreshing to make fun of it.
For a while, the building was filled with laughter.
In the poetry club is responsible for singing poetry singer, beautiful eyes quite sympathetic to look at the young man by the crowd interrogation, that young man is only thirteen or fourteen years old, was so ridiculed interrogation, singer can not help but sympathise with the weak and weak, mostly sympathetic to each other.
“Once bitten by a snake, everywhere heard the crowing birds. Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, a line of egrets goes up to the blue sky hahaha, catchy, isn’t this well done, don’t excuse yourself.”
Someone read out loud the poems that Zhu Pingan had once made, accompanied by a cacophony of laughter.
Responsible for singing the poem of the beautiful singer, this is also the first time to hear Zhu Pingan do poetry, in the laughter of the occasion of the singer in order to please the guests, for the poetry and song is still under the effort, at the moment listened to others read out Zhu Pingan’s poetry, can not help but be greatly disappointed, this level of people can still pass the county exams high school A list, think of it is only rely on the influence of the family can be said to be able to explain it, thought it was the same disease, but did not want to be but a The songstress looked at Zhu Pingan’s gaze with a little contempt.
Zhou Xuezheng, as well as Li Lao Zhao Lao and the others, were also frowning at Zhu Pingan, their faces very unpleasant.
The people were clamouring for this poem, asking Zhu Pingan to compose another poem.
A fellow villager sitting next to Zhu Pingan was worried that Zhu Pingan did not understand the seriousness of the matter, fearing that he would make a fool of himself too much and affect the reputation of Huai Ning County, so he whispered to Zhu Pingan in a low voice, and also signalled with his eyes to Zhou Xuezheng and the others over there.
So that’s how it was, Zhu Pingan swept round the crowd, the corner of his mouth hooked into a naive smile.
“Oh, that poem ah, but I did it in jest.”
Zhu Pingan got up only when the crowd had almost laughed, and seemed to have some bad intentions, with a naive smile on his face, he said with great sincerity.
Ga
The laughter of the crowd came to an abrupt end, you laughed half a day of poetry is simply people deliberately joking to make people happy, but also how to ridicule the export.
But soon, it was laughing again.
Laughter in some of the meaning of self-deprecation, it is really funny, they were almost fooled by this teenager, a joke, you say a joke made on a joke made it, must be to shirk to find an excuse.
“Made in jest?” The scholar who stepped forward had a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen through Zhu Pingan’s little trick.
“Well, in the Ten Mile Pavilion to part with loved ones, I saw the crowd depressed, so I casually wrote that joke, but to ease the atmosphere.”
Zhu Pingan’s tone was sincere, but in the eyes of the crowd it was a bluff.
The crowd had to look at Zhu Ping An with different eyes, saying that the poem was not good enough to be written as a joke, this is also too shameless.
The scholar who stepped forward was also a quick thinker, and followed Zhu Pingan’s words as soon as he spoke:
“Oh, then it seems that it was really made in jest.”
At this point, the words suddenly turned
“Then now, please make a serious poem, so that we can open our eyes as well.”
When the crowd heard the words of the scholar who stepped forward, they couldn’t help but shout “colour” in their hearts, that’s it, haha, you said you did it as a joke, then do a serious poem now for us to see, hahaha!
He was attacked with his own spear and his own shield.
The student who stepped forward, in the minds of the crowd, even in the minds of Zhou Xuezheng and Li Lao Zhao Lao have left a good impression, see Zhou Xuezheng and other people’s appreciation of the gaze, the student who stepped forward could not help but feel wise for their own decision-making.
Opportunities are created by people.
The scholar who had come forward was satisfied with his decision to come forward, and at the moment, he felt that Zhu Pingan, the drunkard, was a lot cuter and more pleasant when he looked at him.
“Make a serious one.”
“Do one.”
Everyone was furious, one by one, they coaxed Zhu Pingan to do a serious poem, just waiting to see Zhu Pingan’s joke, and make Huai Ning County a great scandal.
Zhou Xuezheng and others are also staring at Zhu Pingan, to see what kind of poems this drunkard will make again, and then take them to meet with the governor, the imperial examination is a place to select talents for the country, and must be serious about the discipline of the examination, severely punish this person, and even accountable to the governor of HuaiNing County, can’t tolerate half a bit of sand.
“Well, okay.”
Zhu Pingan swept a glance at the crowd and nodded. Everyone was looking at him, so it would be too ungrateful to refuse. Moreover, looking at Zhou Xuezheng’s black face, if he didn’t do a poem that satisfied him this time, he was afraid that he would be killed by him this time, and he wouldn’t want to think about the imperial examinations in the future. This is not what he wants to see, all kinds of things are inferior, only the book is high, he wants to go a long way on this road.
“That being bitten by a snake and smelling a crowing bird is a joke version of the Ten Mile Pavilion, here is a serious version, well, that’s what this is.”
Zhu Pingan said as he waved his brush and ink, leaving a poem on the snow-white rice paper.
Venerable Hongyi, sorry about this, if your old self in recent times hundreds of years from now sees this lyric, please scold me a little less.
After Zhu Pingan finished writing and blew the ink slightly, he handed the rice paper filled with words with both hands to the scholar who had stepped forward.
The scholar had a mocking smile on his face, and did not expect anything from the poem handed over by Zhu Pingan, and the way Zhu Pingan waved his brush and splashed his ink just now was also regarded by him as a desperate act of desperation and a bluff.
The scholar looked at Zhu Pingan’s poem with a mocking gaze, wanting to see what kind of poem this “talented man” who was bitten by a snake and heard a crowing bird was forced to make by himself, which would make a mockery of him for years to come.
However
Just one glance
The scorn on that scholar’s face withered with a look of constipation
What’s wrong with him? The crowd was very curious, why did he look like this, could it be that the poems made by that “great talent” were really so unbearable?
So the crowd couldn’t help but be curious, scoffing and asking questions.
The scholar couldn’t say a word, just handed the paper in his hand to the crowd to circulate, and then everyone also looked constipated.
When the rice paper was passed to Zhou Xuezheng’s hands, the rice paper was already somewhat wrinkled by the crowd, but the font on it was more and more clearly visible:
Outside the Long Pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue even in the sky. The evening wind whisks the willow flute, and the setting sun is beyond the mountains.
At the end of the world, at the corner of the earth, half of my friends have fallen away. A ladle of cloudy wine is all I have left to enjoy, this night’s farewell dream is cold.
Zhou Xuezheng could not take his eyes off the rice paper for a long time.
The atmosphere of the Poetry Society has become very strange, from the beginning of the Poetry Society, everyone is laughing and mingling, even when ridiculing and cajoling Zhu Pingan, it is also very lively, but the atmosphere at this moment is quiet and somewhat strange, usually everyone does a poem, there will be someone to comment on the clouds, but at this moment there is no one to make a sound, everyone has a constipated look.
