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Chapter 384 Ci is a good word, but this word...

On the day of the winter solstice, the Chi Castle General's Office.

Zhang Cheng invited Bingxian He Chongwu, Liang Dao Qin Shizheng and others to gather together to enjoy the snow and feast.

How could they have imagined that Qin Shizheng would suddenly attack, and impromptuly suggested that during the banquet, everyone should recite a poem for the sake of toasting.

He even tried his best to invite Shao Congyou, a scholar of Confucianism in Chicheng, to start first. Only when Shao Congyou recited a poem, Qin Shizheng was the first to cheer.

Even Shao Congyou was a little embarrassed by his actions, and quickly clasped his fists and said, "Show your ugliness, just in case of urgency, I borrowed the poems of Xiangshan layman Bai Letian, just laugh at me!"

When Shao Congyou said this, Zhang Guodong, Chen Dakuan, Jin Yong and others were relieved. They just heard the mist in the clouds and Qin Shizheng applauded. They didn't know what to do until Shao Congyou admitted that what he was reciting was ancient poetry Just relieved.

Qin Shizheng, however, was full of interest and didn't care about it. He turned his head to look at He Chongwu, Bingxian, and said, "Shao Xuezheng has already started, and Mr. Bingxian must not back down."

When He Chongwu heard the words, displeasure appeared on his face, but it was not appropriate to be angry, so he could only ponder for a while, and said: "Since Shao Xuezheng borrowed the works of ancient sages, then I will also borrow one.

The wind and thunder roared, and the sky reported to the sun overnight.

Sunshine embroidery households have just added threads, and the snowy Pingshan wants to release plum blossoms.

Shuangque relies on the sky to look at Xiangwei, and Wuyun Shucai looks at Lingtai.

The water in the south of the Yangtze River is not freezing, and the old man in the stream trades fish for wine. "

"Okay, what a 'The old man in the stream wears fish for wine', such a good poem, let's make a toast!"

Qin Shizheng praised loudly without losing the opportunity, and at his mention, everyone toasted and drank together, but even though he was drinking, the corner of his eye never left Zhang Cheng.

After everyone finished drinking, Qin Shizheng looked at Zhang Cheng with piercing eyes, and said, "Since General Zhang Shen is today's leader, he must not fall behind. Can you sing poems for today's feast?"

As soon as he said this, Zhang Guodong, Chen Dakuan, Jin Yong and others all felt their hearts skipped a beat, and secretly shouted: This is terrible!
Confucian scholar Shao Congyou looked at Zhang Cheng with a smile on his face, while military constitution He Chongwu looked gloomy. He was rather worried. It was a feast, but he never wanted to be upset by Qin Shizheng.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's smiling face, he didn't care about it. He raised his head slightly, looked at Bingxian He Chongwu and said: "Master Bingxian and Shao Xuezheng are both great talents. The meaning of the winter solstice coincides, Zhang Cheng is a warrior, how dare he make a fool of himself!"

He Chongwu smiled. He was about to speak, but Qin Shizheng said again: "Today's winter festival, the focus is on feasting. Although General Zhang Shen is not an heir to the family of poems and books, he is also the son-in-law of Ji Hanlin in the capital. How can we say that?" Showing off!"

Not to mention Zhang Guodong, Chen Dakuan, Jin Yong and others could not bear Qin Shizheng's aggressive posture, even He Chongwu felt it was too much, so he wanted to speak out to stop it and resolve the embarrassment.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng had already responded, he said, "Since Qin Tongjuan said so, then Zhang Cheng reluctantly made a fool of himself in front of your lords."

After he finished speaking, he waved to Lin Fangping who was standing beside him, and ordered: "Fangping, take care of your pen and ink!"

Amidst the surprise on everyone's faces, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were already placed on a square table next to them.

Zhang Cheng got up and walked to the square table, he pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand to pick up the pen, but retracted it, turned his head to look at the people on the table, and saw that they had different expressions.

Zhang Guodong and the others looked worried, He Chongwu looked calm, but also slightly surprised, Confucianist Zheng Shao Congyou had an intriguing smile on his face, while Qin Shizheng looked at Zhang Cheng with a malicious expression on his face!

Under everyone's gaze, when Zhang Cheng turned his head, an imperceptible sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth. He gathered his attention, stared at the rice paper on the square table, and seemed to be chanting something.

"Ha, sharpening a gun in battle is like chanting a mantra!"

Qin Shizheng, who was sitting at the wine table, couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene, and couldn't help but sarcasm, which caused Zhang Guodong and others to stare angrily.

After a while, Zhang Cheng stretched out his hand to pick up the brush, straightened his posture, and began to write vigorously like splashing ink on the rice paper.

Seeing Zhang Cheng writing non-stop, Confucian scholar Shao Congyou couldn't hold back for a moment, got up and left the table, and walked to Zhang Cheng's side. Qin Shizheng still said with contempt on his face: "When the time comes, you have to take a closer look at General Zhang's masterpiece!"

"Don't you see, the army at the end of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is tied to the captive, please have a long tassel,

See you, Ban Dingyuan, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhanyun!
The man should be in serious danger. How can he let the Confucian crown miss this life?
Kuang Nai's country is in danger, and the feathers are fighting for nothing! "

All the people sitting at the banquet heard Shao Congyou read this, and there was no sound. He Chongwu was the first to get up and walked forward, and continued to read:

"Abandon my old pen, write my wartime lapel,

There are more than [-] people in the same robe, singing battle songs and joining the army.

Clean up the dust, and swear to sweep the Tartars regardless of their own lives! "

"Okay, okay!"

Shao Congyou cheered loudly, and said again: "Such boldness, what a quatrain!"

He Chongwu was also very excited. Standing beside Zhang Cheng, he couldn't help but read aloud again:
"Don't you see, the army at the end of the Han Dynasty, the weak crown is tied to the captive, please have a long tassel,

See you, Ban Dingyuan, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhanyun!
The man should be in serious danger. How can he let the Confucian crown miss this life?
The situation is that the country is in danger, and the eggs are exhausted, and the feathers are struggling to stop!
Abandon my old pen, take my wartime pen,
There are more than [-] people in the same robe, singing battle songs and joining the army.

Clean up the dust, and swear to sweep the Tartars regardless of their own lives! "

He Chongwu seemed to be unable to calm down his excitement for a while, so he paced up and down in the room, still kept praising: "Okay, it's really a good word, not only the rhetoric is gorgeous, but also the allusion is rich, and it is catchy to read."

Zhang Cheng had already put down the pen in his hand at this time, and he stood in front of the square table with his hands behind his back, and said, "Master Bing Xian, Shao Xuezheng praised you absurdly, Zhang Cheng was just playing tricks in front of everyone on a whim, this is what Zhang Cheng thought in his heart , I want to use this as the military song of my soldiers on the North Road."

He Chongwu stopped immediately when he heard the words, and he said excitedly, "Catchy and impassioned, this is an excellent military song!"

He hurried back to the square table again, and asked eagerly: "Zhongchen, you really wrote a good word, do you have a name for it?"

Zhang Cheng was taken aback. This poem was actually "Song of the Intellectual Youth Joining the Army" that he copied from later generations, but such a song title is obviously not applicable at this moment.

After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth and said: "Master Bingxian, the name of this word is "Song of Congjun"!"

""Jongjun Song"..."

While the two of them were asking and answering, Shao Congyou, a scholar of Confucianism in Chicheng, had gently removed the manuscript written by Zhang Cheng just now, and he quickly copied another copy.

He Chongwu was watching from the side. Comparing it now, the handwriting written by Zhang Cheng is neat, vigorous and powerful, but the brushwork is slightly crooked, but the characters are hard to draw.

But Shao Congyou deserves to be a scholar of Confucianism. His handwriting is indeed beautiful, and what is even more rare is that it is extremely neat. To preserve it."

Zhang Guodong, Chen Dakuan, Jin Yong, You Mingzhen, Shen Shichun and others all left the table to appreciate Zhang Cheng's masterpiece together.

Only Guan Liangtong judged Qin Shizheng sitting alone in the banquet, with a look of astonishment on his face, still in a daze!
He slowly got up and left the table, walked towards the crowd with a cold face, just glanced at the square table, then sneered and said: "Hey, the word is a good word, it's just this word..."

(End of this chapter)