"Uh, could you please repeat what you just said? I was distracted just now..."
Just now, he was concentrating on thinking about which delicacy to try next, when someone suddenly called his name. Zhu Pingan didn't hear clearly what the person said for a while, so he had to stop his chopsticks, raised his head and asked the person.
But I didn't expect it. I looked up and was surprised to find that everyone here was staring at me. Well, this is the largest and most sumptuous banquet I have ever seen since arriving in the Ming Dynasty. I just wanted to have a taste. That's all, don't just watch...
"You are Zhu Ping'an, the top talent in Huaining County. We all wrote poems to share with everyone. You have been silent all this time, but you look down on us?" The student who came forward repeated what he had just said, deliberately using Speaking in the vernacular, he satirizes Zhu Pingan for being ignorant and unable to understand classical Chinese.
Many people also followed suit and asked Zhu Pingan to write a poem and share it with everyone.
"Oh, write poetry."
Zhu Pingan repeated the sentence softly, then shook his head gently and said modestly, "I'm not very good at composing poetry, so forget it."
Oops
I go
Not good at writing poetry
You are quite honest haha
But if you think that you can avoid writing poetry this way, you are totally wrong! It's too much to underestimate us.
The student who stepped forward had a polite smile on his face, took a step forward, and said with cupped hands: "Your Excellency is too humble. He is a famous top talent, young and promising, and I don't know who is not." Xiao, please don’t refuse.”
"That's right, don't refuse. The poem about being bitten by a snake and hearing the cry of a bird that you wrote in Shili Changting. Well, that, that one is quite refreshing for us."
Someone next to him immediately echoed, and in his words he mentioned Zhu Ping'an's infamous poem about being bitten by a snake and hearing the cry of a bird that he once wrote in Shili Changting. At the end, he even made fun of it in a refreshing way.
For a time, the building was full of laughter and laughter.
The singer who was in charge of singing at the poetry club looked at the young man who was being criticized by everyone with her beautiful eyes. The young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Being ridiculed and criticized like this, the singer could not help but sympathize. The weak and the weak mostly sympathize with each other.
"Once bitten by a snake, you hear the singing of birds everywhere. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets rise into the sky... Hahaha, catchy, isn't this a good job? Don't refuse."
Someone read out loud the poem Zhu Pingan had written, and there was a burst of laughter.
This is the first time for the beautiful singer who is responsible for singing poetry to hear a poem written by Zhu Pingan. In order to please the guests, the singer who is in a laughing situation has worked hard on poetry and songs. At this moment, she heard Zhu Pingan read by others. Poetry, I can't help but be disappointed. A person of this caliber can still pass the first grade of the county examination and high school. Thinking about it, it only makes sense based on the influence of family background. I thought we were in the same boat, but I didn't think that I was just a playboy, a singer. The look he looked at Zhu Pingan also had a hint of contempt.
Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others also looked at Zhu Ping'an with frowns on their faces, their expressions very ugly.
Everyone started making noises with this poem and asked 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 and that he would make a fool of himself too seriously and affect the reputation of Huaining County, so he whispered to Zhu Pingan in a low voice and signaled Zhou Xuezheng over there with his eyes. et al.
So that's it. Zhu Pingan glanced around the crowd and raised a silly smile on his lips.
"Oh, that poem, I just wrote it as a joke."
Zhu Ping'an stood up when everyone was almost laughing. He seemed a little embarrassed and said with a naive smile on his face, very sincerely.
Ga
Everyone's laughter stopped suddenly. The poem you had been laughing at for a long time was simply a joke made to make people happy. How could you laugh at it?
But soon, he started laughing again.
There was a hint of self-deprecation in the laughter. It was really funny. I was almost deceived by this young man. He did it as a joke. If you say it was a joke, then you did it as a joke. It must be an excuse to avoid it.
"Is this a joke?" The student who stepped forward had a playful smile on his lips, as if he had seen through Zhu Pingan's little trick.
"Well, when I was bidding farewell to my relatives in Shili Changting, I saw that everyone was depressed, so I casually wrote that joke song, just to lighten the mood."
Zhu Pingan's tone was very sincere, but in the eyes of everyone, it was bluffing.
Everyone will look at Zhu Ping'an with strange eyes. It is too shameless to joke about his bad poems.
The student who stepped forward was also a man of quick thinking. As soon as Zhu Pingan finished speaking, he continued Zhu Pingan's words and said:
"Oh, that seems to be a joke."
At this point, the words suddenly changed
"Then please write a poem seriously now, so that we can open our eyes."
When everyone heard the words of the student who stepped forward, they couldn't help but shout "Cai" in their hearts. That's it, haha. You said you did it as a joke, so now make a serious song and let us see it, haha. Ha ha......
Use Zi's spear to attack Zi's shield.
The student who came forward left a good impression in everyone's minds, even in the minds of Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao Zhao, and others. Seeing the admiring looks of Zhou Xuezheng and others, the student who came forward endured I can’t help but feel wise about my decision-making.
Opportunities are created by people.
The students who came forward were satisfied with their decision to come forward. At this moment, looking at Zhu Ping'an, this drunkard with nothing but food and drink, he felt a lot more cute and pleasing to the eye.
"Seriously make one"
"Make one"
Everyone was so angry that they all asked Zhu Pingan to write a poem seriously, just waiting to see Zhu Pingan's joke and make Huaining County look embarrassed.
Zhou Xuezheng and others were also staring at Zhu Ping'an intently to see what other ridiculous and generous poems this drunkard would write, and then take them to see the Lord Fu Zun. The imperial examination is a place to select talents for the country, and the discipline must be strictly examined. , severely punish this person, and even hold Huaining County officials accountable, and must not tolerate any sand.
"okay."
Zhu Pingan glanced at everyone and nodded. Everyone is watching me helplessly, and it would be disrespectful to refuse. Moreover, looking at Zhou Xuezheng's dark face, if I don't write a poem that satisfies him this time, I'm afraid he will kill the chicken this time and show me to the monkey. Don't think about the imperial examination in the future. This is not what I want to see. Everything is low-grade, only reading is good, but I want to go a long way on this road.
"The story of being bitten by a snake and hearing the cry of a bird is a joke version of Shili Changting. There is a serious version here, well, that's it."
As Zhu Pingan spoke, he splashed ink and left a poem on the white rice paper.
Master Hongyi, I'm sorry. If you keep seeing this word in modern times hundreds of years later, please stop scolding me.
After Zhu Pingan finished writing, he blew the ink slightly and handed the rice paper full of words to the student who stepped forward.
The student had a mocking smile on his face and had no expectations at all for the poems Zhu Pingan handed over. Zhu Pingan's splashing of ink just now was considered by him as a last resort and a bluff.
The student looked at the poems written by Zhu Pingan with a mocking look, wondering what poems this "talented man" who was bitten by a snake and heard the cries of birds would write that would make him laugh for thousands of years.
However
Just a glance
The ridicule on that student's face withered away, and he looked like he was constipated...
What's going on? Everyone is very curious. Why is there such an expression? Are the poems written by that "great talent" really so unsightly?
So everyone couldn't help being curious, laughing and asking questions.
The student couldn't say a word, so he just passed the rice paper in his hand to everyone to circulate, and then everyone looked like they were constipated.
When the rice paper was passed to Zhou Xuezheng's hands, it had been wrinkled by everyone, but the fonts on it became increasingly clear:
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends. A ladle of turbid wine has exhausted all the remaining joy. Don’t sleep in the cold tonight.
Zhou Xuezheng couldn't take his eyes off the rice paper for a long time...
The atmosphere of the Jingxian Poetry Party became very strange at this time. From the beginning of the poetry meeting, everyone was laughing, talking, and drinking. Even when they were mocking and booing Zhu Ping'an, it was very lively. But at this moment, the atmosphere was strangely quiet. Everyone usually does When a poem is written, someone will comment on it, but at this moment, no one said anything, and everyone looked like they were constipated.
(It’s the third update, and the number of words in this chapter is not too small. I will reluctantly encourage you to collect and recommend it.)
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