kill the immortal

Chapter 8 8, Wenren Jinping

A peacemaker also appeared in the crowd, and he came to the side of Shentu Junshi and Yu Huanzhang to persuade him: "Brother Junshi, brother Huanzhang, after all, today is Miss Wenren's poetry meeting, you two must give Miss Wenren some thin noodles." no."

Shentu Junshi immediately grinned, with a cold smile: "I will never make trouble at the Jinping Poetry Fair."

Hearing that he was still calling "Jin Ping" directly, Yu Huanzhang was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he stood there clenched his fists, his fire-breathing eyes seemed to eat people.

Shentu Junshi ignored Yu Huanzhang, but went straight to the seat at the front and sat down, but his glance was cold and cold, so he might not let it go.

Yu Huanzhang also sat down again under the persuasion of some people.

An Yan heard him whispering to himself: "That idiot probably has something in his heart, and we have to be careful when the poem is over and we leave."

Yu Huanzhang seemed to know Shentu Junshi's actions very well, and with Shentu Junshi's words just now, An Yan guessed that Yu Huanzhang might have suffered a lot.

"it is good."

Yu Huanzhang said again: "Brother Yan, don't worry, outsiders can't hurt you without me."

An Yan just laughed lightly when she heard the words.

All the people in the poetry club were seated one after another, and the crisp chime of chime bells sounded again in the room. There were figures moving behind the screen, and soon An Yan saw many beautiful shadows coming out of it.

These are the famous ladies in Yu Huanzhang's mouth, all wearing gorgeous clothes and bright make-up, all of them are beautiful and full of jewels.

An Yan's eyes were quickly attracted by the last woman who came out. Her makeup was relatively simple, neither simple nor complicated, she didn't wear earrings, her lips were very lightly red, and she was wearing a light pink dress. Even so, she The moment it appeared, it attracted the attention of everyone present.

An Yan guessed in her heart that this should be the famous person Jinping who is "excellent in both talent and appearance" in Luoyang.

Her appearance is indeed beautiful, which belongs to the kind of graceful and soft beauty, her facial features are exquisite and small, and her only pair of hyacinth eyes are big and beautiful, her soothing and dignified temperament makes people feel extremely comfortable just by looking at her.

An Yan compares her with Yu Nian in her heart, and feels that although they are equally beautiful, Yu Nian is more amazing than her. Yu Nian's beauty is cold and dazzling, making people daunting, and there is no man who would not like this woman in front of her.

An Yan thought again, if Shentu Junshi and Yu Huanzhang had an argument over such a woman, it seemed reasonable.

If he could marry her, he would really have no regrets in this life.

An Yan took another look at the others, and saw that Yu Huanzhang next to him didn't blink, his eyes were full of that beautiful figure, and it was the first time An Yan saw the absent-minded state.

The female guests sat on the opposite side, separated by a veil, while Wenren Jinping took the main seat, covered by a curtain.

"You come to the West Garden, and make the West Garden flourish."

An Yan heard a peaceful sound like water coming from inside, and the soft sound of playing the piano sounded from behind the screen at the right time. The ice cubes in the corner had begun to melt slowly, and the coolness diffused in this elegant and fragrant room, which made people feel comfortable physically and mentally. .

"Today's poetry meeting, we will make friends through literature. If all the guests have some excellent works recently, let me wait and admire them first."

The sound of the piano behind the screen is soothing, accompanied by the melodious rhythm of the chime.

A man got up, took out the scroll that had been prepared and said in a loud voice: "A few months ago when I was in the lower garden, I wrote an article by accident. Please correct any flaws."

An Yan picked up the teacup and drank it slowly, the tea had a very light aroma, sweet and soft in the mouth, but bitter again after entering the stomach.

The man unfolded the paper scroll, crossed a few times, and accompanied by the crisp sound of a chime bell, he said loudly:

"Chunyun wants to pan and spin mist, and a hundred hectares of south to brew a spear.

Looking back, I am still confused about the embankment willows and green, and I can only recognize the red plums when I arrive. "

A poem from a few months ago... An Yan glanced at the hot summer day outside the window, and ate the cake in silence.

"it is good!"

"Nice poem!"

Everyone praised, even Yu Huanzhang clapped his hands again and again.

"Mr. Shen is a great talent. You have written this excellent article. The scenery depicted in the poem makes you feel like you are there." Someone among the female guests on the opposite side praised, and the pleasant voice made this Mr. Shen's waist straighten. a bit.

"Good poem, good poem! I didn't expect Shen Zhiyuan to have such a level." Yu Huanzhang said happily, as if he made this poem.

Fu asked An Yan beside him again: "Brother Yan, what do you think?"

An Yan echoed: "It's really a good poem."

Wenren Jinping behind the curtain also praised: "It is indeed a masterpiece, Mr. Shen has worked hard."

This sentence about Mr. Shen's hard work made An Yan almost laugh out loud.

"Hate my brother?"

"fine."

Hearing the beauty's praise, Mr. Shen became more and more proud, and he cupped his hands to the figure behind the curtain and said, "I wrote an article, I'm showing my ugliness."

When Mr. Shen returned to his seat, someone said loudly: "I just looked out of the window just now, and I felt something in my heart. I wrote a poem. Please correct me."

As soon as the words were finished, someone couldn't help asking: "Brother Xu, is this a new poem written just now?"

The young master surnamed Xu didn't respond bluntly, took a few steps, and chanted:

"Yunhu downstairs is connected to Yunhu, the sun is beautiful and the wind and waves are not strong.

Zhibai Pu Qingjing is expected, and kites and fish are full of joy. "

Everyone was savoring the meaning of the poem carefully, the young master surnamed Xu took a few more steps and continued:
"Clear ripples and water color from rookie, Shangshi mountain scenery is gradually melting.

There are several poems chanted in the Xiyuan Pavilion, and the literary talents of different families are different. "

After the young master surnamed Xu chanted, he looked out of the window and stood with his hands behind his back, quite elegant and elegant.

"Great!"

"Nice poem!"

"Brother Xu is quick-witted, I can't wait."

The guests and friends present all praised it, and the people behind the curtain also praised it: "Mr. Xu's masterpiece is a new chapter in the West Garden."

Everyone echoed and discussed the rhythmic connotation of the poem.

Behind the screen, a maid is writing notes, the melody of the piano is gentle, and the chime is ringing again.

Afterwards, several people sang their own poems, and their level was not bad. There were two women during the period, and those who were too poor would not get up on their own initiative.

An Yan looked at Yu Huanzhang beside him shaking his head, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Huanzhang, don't you have any works?"

Yu Huanzhang's expression froze, and he said embarrassingly: "Today's inspiration is not good, inspiration is not good..."

An Yan smiled knowingly, didn't say much, and continued drinking tea.

Compared with these poems, he cares more about the rhythm of the piano behind the screen, looking at the lake view through the window, the sun is beautiful and the wind is not strong.

An Yan felt that this kind of entertainment itself was actually very good, he was not a refined person, but this arty feeling made him very comfortable.

When no one was chanting poems, half an hour had passed, and all the guests were in high spirits.

Jinping, who was heard behind the curtain, said: "Recently, the West Garden has transplanted a few new trees and exotic flowers and plants. It is a sight to see by the window. When you come, someone should notice that the topic of today's poetry meeting is based on this scene." ?”

"Good!" Everyone responded one after another.

The chime bell rang again, and the sound of the piano behind the screen changed its tune, becoming more and more gentle. Sometimes only one or two strings could be heard for a long time, but the combination made people feel calm.

Many people got up and came to the window to enjoy the scenery below the attic, and Yu Huanzhang also got up and went.

The maids took this opportunity to come out to refill tea for each seat and add incense to the censer.

An Yan sat there firmly, and did not move when she saw Shentu Junshi.

Someone seemed to have an inspiration, and scribbled on the paper with a pen, and several people looked around, or nodded in approval, or shook their heads and sighed.

Yu Huanzhang was one of the onlookers, looking at this person, then at that person, nodding his head frequently, and looking out of the window again with melancholy in the distance, but he never returned to his seat to write.

An was tired of eating snacks and was almost full, when someone suddenly said, "Yes!"

The crowd watched him write and swipe ink, and someone read aloud:

"Beside the window in the West Garden, you can lean back and take advantage of the coolness. The flowers and trees are in business, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. The hall loves the heat far away, and the people feel the sky is long. Three hundred scrolls are hung on the wall, and the ancient fragrance is scattered by the wind."

Many people praised it one after another, but some people said that the poem should not be titled, which inevitably caused a dispute, but it was calmed down with some persuasion.

Light smoke lingers on the stove, and the coolness in the pavilion strikes people.

Three quarters of the time had passed, and someone took up a pen to write and read it to the audience. Some were praised, and some were ridiculed by the crowd. The poet blushed and stopped talking.

"Does Miss Wenren have any new works?" Suddenly someone asked behind the curtain.

Wen Ren Jinping said: "It's a new topic, I'm afraid it will make you laugh."

Everyone laughed and said: "Who doesn't know that Miss Wenren is so talented, the poems she wrote must be excellent!"

The waitress picked up the scroll on Wenren's Jinping table and unfolded it in the middle for everyone to watch.

Someone read:

"The other courtyard is deeply clear in summer, and pomegranates bloom all over the transparent curtain.

In the afternoon of the day when the trees are full of shade, I dream of a warbler singing. "

"Okay!"

Some people heard a shout of excitement before they finished reading, and many people were taken aback.

And the person applauding is Yu Huanzhang.

"This poem is wonderful! This poem is wonderful!"

"The words are also wonderful!"

Yu Huanzhang kept praising him there, and the person behind the curtain smiled lightly: "Young Master Yu is too famous."

Hearing this, Yu Huanzhang immediately said seriously: "The words from the heart are definitely not empty praise!"

The rest of the people also applauded, and began to discuss the meaning of the poem.

Even Shentu Junshi, who was sitting there, praised him: "You are a good poet, and you are a good person. No wonder it is said in Luoyang City that you are both talented and beautiful. You really deserve this reputation."

Really stinky shameless!

Listening to Shentu Junshi's words, many people cursed secretly in their hearts, but they still echoed with smiles on their faces.

Yu Huanzhang wanted to scold at first, but he didn't want to utter obscene words in front of Wenren Jinping.

He rolled his eyes and said with a sneer: "I don't know Mr. Shentu, but do you have any questions?"

These words immediately shifted everyone's attention, and they all looked at Shentu Junshi.

Shentu Junshi raised his eyebrows lightly, stood up with tea in one hand: "There is an article."

Yu Huanzhang was full of disdain, he didn't believe that this guy could write poetry.

The room fell silent, even the eyes behind the screen stopped, Shentu Junshi walked slowly to the window and looked down.

Only Shentu Junshi chanted: "Look upstairs in the West Garden, the trees in the garden are lush and green."

Hearing this poem, Yu Huanzhang couldn't help laughing directly.

Mediocrity!fool!
The rest of the people also had strange expressions on their faces.

"This tree grows well, and its branches and leaves are thick."

Some people couldn't help laughing out loud. Is this kind of crude vernacular writing also called poetry?
The person behind the curtain was silent, Shentu Junshi stood by the window, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

"There are many travelers in the West Garden, and my heart feels sad."

"Whoever touches this tree, I will cut off his hand!"

Suddenly, the whole room was silent!
What does this poem mean?Who is this tree referring to?
No one dared to laugh anymore, and all looked at the person standing by the window.

Shentu Junshi turned around and asked with a smile: "Everyone, is there anything that needs to be corrected in my poem?"

No one said a word, and the one who was stared at by Shentu Junshi just looked away with a sneer.

He drank the tea in the cup and said with a tusk: "This tea is very wonderful. After sweetness, there is bitterness. I don't like sweet things, I only like bitter tea."

"It's the same when I train horses in the army. Those who are meek will be poor horses, and those with strong temperaments are my favorite. A strong horse has a high spirit, and no one else can ride it, but I will ride it!"

As he said that, he suddenly burst out laughing, under the laughter, there were blue and white faces with only patience.

Shentu Junshi looked at Yu Huanzhang again, and said with a smile, "What do you think, Mr. Yu?"

Yu Huanzhang's eyes were already red with anger, and he pointed at his nose and scolded angrily after he was so provocative: "Vulgar! Despicable! You call it poetry?! Bah! What face do you guys have to jump on the bridge here? Get out of the West Garden quickly, country man! Barbarian of the Northland! Be as virtuous as your father! I'm ashamed to be with you! It's disgusting!"

Yu Huanzhang said something that many people here dare not say, he has restrained his scolding very much, if not for the presence of Wenren Jinping, even more filthy and ugly words would still come out of his mouth.

Shentu Junshi's face turned cold, and the cold light from his eyes seemed to kill someone.

"Yu Huanzhang, are you courting death?!"

At this moment, the person behind the curtain said: "This place where poetry meets elegance, all of you here are well-educated people, please be careful with your two gentlemen."

Her voice was still as calm as water, with no emotion or anger.

Shentu Junshi glanced sideways behind the curtain, turned around and returned to his seat with a cold snort.

Yu Huanzhang's breathing was difficult, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost sank into his flesh.

Someone stepped forward to persuade him: "Brother Huanzhang..."

The person behind the curtain said again: "Does anyone have new works?"

She didn't mention Shentu Junshi's poem just now, as if the matter had just passed away.

But after this commotion, who would dare to show off again at this time, they returned to their seats one after another.

The person behind the curtain was silent for a while, and then said: "Since that's the case..."

"Wait a minute!" A voice suddenly interrupted her.

The speaker was a man sitting next to Shentu Junshi. Everyone recognized him, and he was a person who had a very good relationship with Shentu Junshi.

"I haven't heard of Mr. Yu's excellent works yet. I just saw Mr. Yu walking among various families, and all of them had sharp comments. I think it has become a good article. Why don't you recite it and let me open my eyes later?"

Yu Huanzhang's face darkened instantly.

Everyone in the circle knows that Yu Huanzhang loves poetry very much, but he only loves reading and listening to poetry.

Later, I did not see Yu Huanzhang writing any poems.

But there are not many people who look down on him in their hearts, because he always cheers for others sincerely.

Now that Shentu Junshi spoke up to make things difficult, but no one dared to speak up, and they all sighed inwardly.

Who made his father Shen Tu win?
There are rumors among the people that the treacherous officials in the court are in power, and it is said that the powerful Shen Tu wins!
Yu Huanzhang's heart was full of energy and blood, looking at Shentu Junshi's sneering and disdainful face, and then at the man behind the curtain, he felt dizzy for a moment.

At this moment, a hand suddenly firmly supported his shoulder behind him.

He looked back in a daze, and saw that it was An Yan, looking at him with a smile.

"Brother Huanzhang, here is the poem you just wrote. Since others have invited you so much, you might as well read it for everyone to listen to."

(End of this chapter)