Time came quietly in the afternoon.
Yang Si played the game and didn't pay attention to the passage of time.
"Everyone, we are full of wine and food now, but now our soldiers on the Daxia border at the Chihu border don't know if they are full."
"Now, since we are a poetry club, as literati, although we cannot go into battle to kill the enemy, we can write some poems to inspire the border soldiers and the people at home."
"How about we write a poem on this topic this time."
The singer retreated, and Liu Hong stood on the high platform on the second floor and talked loudly.
Perhaps because he had drunk some wine, Liu Hong's voice was a little rough.
"good!"
Everyone below is responding.
"Since it's a poetry meeting, let's give an introduction."
"Young Master Yang, your song "Joining the Army" can be said to make the blood of scholars like us boil."
"I wonder if the Fourth Young Master can show us his skills at this poetry gathering and make some suggestions." Liu Hong looked at Yang Si by the window.
However, Yang Si is now addicted to games.
He was directing the game characters to fight monsters and pushing the main storyline of the game, but he didn't even notice Liu Hong's eloquent talk on the second floor.
Naturally, I didn't hear him call me.
"Fourth Young Master?"
Liu Hong found that Yang Si was still staring at the water in a daze, not caring about him at all, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
The scene was also a bit cold.
Everyone looked at Yang Si in confusion.
However, at this time, Li Ren, one of the organizers, quietly came to Yang Si.
"Fourth Young Master?" Li Ren reached out and touched Yang Si.
"Huh? What's wrong, Mr. Li?" Yang Si raised his head and looked at Li Ren in confusion.
"..." Li Ren was speechless for a while. Young Master Yang was in a state of wandering thoughts.
"Hey~ Mr. Yang's arrogance is really big."
Li Ren on the other side had not yet spoken, but suddenly there was a strange tone coming from the side.
Everyone looked around and saw Wei Song looking at Yang Si strangely.
"I thought that with two poems passed down from generation to generation, we would not be taken seriously. Mr. Liu kindly invited you to make suggestions, but he turned a deaf ear." Wei Song continued to say in a strange tone.
"This man is so annoying."
Regarding the position of women, Xiao Yanzi whispered to Chu Yi. In Xiao Yanzi's definition, anyone who targets her young master is a disgusting bad person.
"It's really annoying." Chu Yi nodded in agreement.
"That's right, the Fourth Young Master didn't even speak. Wei Song pushed the Fourth Young Master to the opposite side of everyone with just a few words." One of the daughters who was close by heard Chu Yi and Xiao Yanzi's words and also spoke in agreement.
"That's right." The other young ladies and daughters around also agreed.
It is estimated that Wei Song himself did not expect that his attempt to push Yang Si to the opposite side of everyone had the opposite effect. Anyway, it had the opposite effect on the female family members.
"Does Fourth Young Master Yang think that us people are not worthy of appreciating his poems?" Wei Song looked at Yang Si sarcastically.
Everyone also looked at Yang Si with some confusion. After all, Yang Si's behavior just now was indeed a bit rude.
"You guys have misunderstood. The Fourth Young Master was distracted just now. He probably didn't even hear what I said." Li Ren quickly came out to smooth things over.
After all, he is also the organizer of this poetry meeting, and he definitely doesn't want to cause any trouble in this poetry meeting.
"Ouch!"
"Fourth Young Master, do you feel that we are not worthy of being in the same poetry club as you? We are still distracted." Wei Song became more enthusiastic.
At this time, everyone couldn't help but feel that Wei Song had obviously gone too far.
Everyone present basically knew about the feud between Yang Si and Wei Song during the last poetry meeting.
So, if you find an opportunity to criticize someone, it's fine. The organizer has already stepped in to mediate, so you can just take advantage of the situation.
You still refuse to give up.
What's more, the Fourth Young Master didn't say a word, but you just talked about it, obviously you were looking for trouble.
However, Wei Song still felt good about himself: "But Fourth Young Master Yang is also doing it for our own good. If the fourth Young Master Yang's poems are handed down from generation to generation, will we still have the nerve to show off the poems that will follow?"
"In that case, let me offer some advice."
After speaking, Wei Song did not wait for anyone to refute, and wrote a poem eloquently.
Although Wei Song's performance just now was a bit excessive.
However, as Wei Song's poem came to an end, everyone involuntarily nodded slightly.
This poem is indeed well written. Although it cannot reach the level of being handed down from generation to generation, it can still be regarded as a rare and excellent work.
The general idea is that it tells the story of a young man joining the army to fight. After returning home full of honors, one discovers that one's relatives are deceased.
It can be said that loyalty and filial piety cannot have both.
Listening to the whispers of admiration from the people below, Wei Song raised his neck like a big rooster and looked a little proud.
Only Wei Xiong in the back had a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
This poem was bought by an old scholar with twenty taels of silver that he personally took last night, and he also gave an extra five taels of silver as sealing money.
"Idiot." Yang Si said lightly, no longer paying attention to Wei Song on the high platform, lowered his head and continued to play the game.
We are at the critical moment of pushing the main plot now, so how can we have time to deal with this idiot.
If the game characters want to grow up and learn more advanced martial arts, the main storyline of the game must be pushed forward.
If you work harder, you will be able to learn Chengwu in no time.
However, what makes Yang Si depressed is that in a short period of time, the sect's promotion is more troublesome. If you want to be promoted to an inner disciple, you still need some precipitation.
Only after advancing to the inner disciple level can one learn the superior martial arts of the sect, which is the first-class martial arts corresponding to the mainland of China.
Seeing that Yang Si ignored Wei Song, Li Ren breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was no trouble.
Then Li Ren looked at Wei Song, who was as proud as a big rooster, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
However, with Wei Song taking the lead with a poem, a group of literati could not help but come out to play with poems.
Suddenly, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting reached a climax again.
Time also passed quietly, everyone changed cups and cups, and along with a poem, the sky gradually darkened.
The half-waning moon rose quietly in the sky.
This large ship is also returning, slowly approaching the dock in the south of Xixiang City.
A thin layer of water vapor rose from the surface of the tidal water.
However, as night gradually falls, the exciting nightlife on both sides of Xishui in the south of Xixiang City has just begun.
Unless there are special circumstances, there is no curfew in Xixiang City during normal times.
As the painting boat gradually entered Xixiang City, it meant that this poetry meeting was coming to an end.
"Everyone, please listen to me!"
As luck would have it, Wei Song came out to cause trouble again at this time.
Everyone frowned when they heard this. The poetry meeting was almost over. What was he causing trouble?
"After a meeting, many talented people present composed poems and lyrics for our soldiers in Chihu, the western border, but our Fourth Young Master Yang didn't seem to compose poems." Wei Song looked at Yang Si by the window.
"Is the Fourth Young Master afraid? Afraid of being exposed? After all, the first two poems are poems handed down from generation to generation. I don't know if they were written by Fourth Young Master Yang himself."
Wei Song's meaning is already obvious. If Yang Si can't write a poem that is handed down from generation to generation now, it will prove that Yang Si's previous poems were copied.
"Alas~" Yang Si closed the game and stood up.
I am really tired after playing the game for a day. The characters in the game are not strong enough, and the main storyline is a bit unrealistic.
It's time to be a copycat and reap a wave of points.
