On the winter solstice, the general will be in charge of the red castle.
Zhang Cheng invited Bing Xian He Chongwu, Liang Dao Qin Shizheng and others to gather together to enjoy the snow and feast.
Who would have thought that Qin Shizheng would suddenly take action and temporarily suggest that everyone recite a poem to toast the banquet.
He even tried his best to invite Shao Congyou, a scholar of Chicheng Confucianism, to be the first to start. As soon as Shao Congyou recited a poem, Qin Shizheng took the lead in cheering.
His move made even Shao Congyou a little embarrassed, and he quickly clasped his fists and said: "I am showing off my ugliness. I was in a hurry, so I borrowed the poems of Bai Letian, a layman from Xiangshan, to laugh and laugh!"
When Shao Congyou said this, Zhang Guodong, Chen Dakuan, Jin Yong and others were relieved. They had heard Qin Shizheng's high-fives and cheers just now. They didn't know what to do until Shao Congyou thought that what he was reciting was an ancient poem. Only then did I feel relieved.
Qin Shizheng was very interested and didn't care about it. He turned to look at Bingxian He Chongwu and said: "Shao Xuezheng has already started, Lord Bingxian cannot back down."
He Chongwu had a look of displeasure on his face when he heard this, but it was not appropriate to get angry. He had to ponder for a moment before saying: "Since Shao Xuezheng borrowed the works of ancient sages, I will also borrow one.
The wind rolls over the ground and roars with thunder, and the sky reports the sun's return all night long.
The embroidery house in the sun is adding threads for the first time, and the snow is blanketing the mountains to bloom plum blossoms.
The two towers lean against the sky and look toward the Wei Dynasty, and the colorful clouds and calligraphy look toward the spiritual platform.
The water in the south of the Yangtze River is warm and does not freeze. The old man from the river comes wearing fish in exchange for wine. "
"Okay, what a 'Xi Sou wore fish in exchange for wine', such a good poem, it deserves a toast!"
Qin Shizheng lost no time in praising loudly. At his suggestion, everyone raised their glasses and drank together. However, although he was drinking, the corner of his eye never left Zhang Cheng.
After everyone finished drinking, Qin Shizheng looked at Zhang Cheng with bright eyes and said, "Since Zhang Shen is the master today, he cannot lag behind others. Can he recite poems to cheer for today's banquet?"
As soon as he said this, Zhang Guodong, Chen Dakuan, Jin Yong and others all felt their hearts pounding, and secretly shouted: It's going to be bad!
Confucian scholar Shao Congyou looked at Zhang Cheng with a smile on his face, while Bingxian He Chongwu looked gloomy. He was quite worried. It was a feast, but he never wanted to be upset by Qin Shizheng.
But he saw Zhang Cheng with a smile on his face, but he didn't care about it. He raised his head slightly and looked at Bing Xian. He Chongwu said: "Master Bing Xian and Shao Xuezheng are both great talents. Although they borrowed the poems of the sages, they are also consistent with them. The winter solstice coincides with the meaning of the winter solstice, Zhang Cheng is a warrior, how dare he show his embarrassment!"
He Chongwu had a smile on his face. He was about to speak when Qin Shizheng spoke again: "Today's winter festival is all about the feast. Although Zhang Shenjiang is not the heir of poetry and calligraphy, he is also the son-in-law of the capital Ji Hanlin. How can he say that? Showing off one’s embarrassment!”
Not only Zhang Guodong, Chen Dakuan, Jin Yong and others couldn't stand Qin Shizheng's aggressive attitude, but even He Chongwu felt it was too much, so he had to speak out to stop it and resolve the embarrassment.
However, he saw that Zhang Cheng had already stood up in response and said, "Since Qin Tongpan said so, then Zhang Cheng will reluctantly make a fool of himself in front of all of you."
After he finished speaking, he waved to Lin Fangping, who was standing beside him, and said: "Fangping, I'm at your service with pen and ink!"
While everyone looked surprised, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were already placed on a square table next to them.
Zhang Cheng stood up and walked to the square table. He pondered for a moment. He stretched out his hand to lift the pen, but he retracted it. He turned his head and looked at the people on the table, and saw that they had different expressions.
Zhang Guodong and others looked worried, He Chongwu looked calm but slightly surprised, Shao Congyou, a Confucian scholar, had an intriguing smile on his face, but Qin Shizheng looked at Zhang Cheng with evil intentions!
Under the gaze of everyone, when Zhang Cheng turned his head, an imperceptible sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth. He focused his attention on the rice paper on the square table and seemed to be mumbling something.
"Haha, sharpening the gun in front of the battle, how can it be like chanting a curse!"
When Qin Shizheng, who was sitting at the wine table, saw this scene, he couldn't help but let out a sneer, and couldn't help but speak sarcastically, causing Zhang Guodong and others to stare angrily.
After a while, Zhang Cheng reached out and picked up the brush, straightened his posture, and started writing quickly like splashing ink on the rice paper.
Shao Congyou, a Confucian scholar, saw that Zhang Cheng was writing non-stop. He couldn't hold it back for a moment. He stood up and left the table and walked towards Zhang Cheng. Qin Shizheng still said with disdain on his face: "We must take a closer look at General Zhang's masterpiece then!"
"Don't you see, the Han Dynasty's army has weak crowns, and the prisoners are asking for long tassels.
I don’t see you, Ban Ding is far away, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhan Yun!
A man should be in a dangerous career, why should he let a scholar's crown ruin his life?
Kuang Nai's country is in danger as if it were full of eggs, and the feathers and feathers are racing without stopping! "
Everyone sitting at the banquet fell silent when Shao Congyou read this. He Chongwu was the first to stand up and walk forward quickly, and continued reading:
"Abandon my pen of old, and keep my pen of war,
At one call, more than 100,000 comrades sang war songs and joined the army.
Cleanse yourself from the dust and vow to sweep away the Tartars regardless of your own safety! "
"Okay, okay!"
Shao Congyou cheered loudly and said: "Such a spirit, what a quatrain!"
He Chongwu was also extremely excited. Standing next to Zhang Cheng, he couldn't help but read aloud again:
"Don't you see, the Han Dynasty's army has weak crowns, and the prisoners are asking for long tassels.
I don’t see you, Ban Ding is far away, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhan Yun!
A man should be in a dangerous career, why should he let a scholar's crown ruin his life?
Kuang Nai's country is in danger as if it were full of eggs, and the feathers and feathers are racing without stopping!
Abandon my old pen and keep my wartime pen,
At one call, more than 100,000 comrades sang war songs and joined the army.
Cleanse yourself from the dust and vow to sweep away the Tartars regardless of your own safety! "
He Chongwu seemed to be unable to calm down his excitement for a while. He walked around the room and kept praising: "Great, really good words. Not only are the words gorgeous, but they are also rich in allusions, and they are catchy to read."
Zhang Cheng had already put down the pen in his hand. He stood in front of the square table with his hands behind his back and said: "Master Bingxian, Shao Xuezheng is wrong. Zhang Cheng is just acting on a whim in front of everyone. This is what Zhang Cheng is thinking." , I would like to use this as a military song for our soldiers on the Northern Route."
He Chongwu stopped immediately when he heard the words. He said excitedly and loudly: "It's catchy and impassioned. This is the best military song!"
He quickly walked back to the square table and asked eagerly: "Zhongchen, this is a really good poem. Does it have a name?"
Zhang Cheng was stunned. This poem was actually plagiarized from the later "Intellectual Youth's Military Song", but such a song title is obviously not applicable at this moment.
After thinking for a moment, he said: "Master Bingxian, this song is called "Song of the Army"!"
""Military Song"..."
While the two of them were asking and answering questions, Shao Congyou, a scholar of Confucianism in Chicheng, had gently moved away the manuscript that Zhang Cheng had just written. He wrote quickly and quickly copied another copy.
He Chongwu was watching from the side. At this moment, in comparison, the handwriting of Zhang Cheng's lyrics was neat and neat, vigorous and powerful. However, the writing style was slightly skewed, but the characters were difficult to read.
But Shao Congyou is worthy of being a Confucian scholar. His handwriting is indeed beautiful, and what is even more rare is that it is extremely neat. He Chongwu said: "I'd like to trouble Shao Xuezheng to make a copy for me. Such good words are indeed rare. I To treasure it.”
Zhang Guodong, Chen Dakuan, Jin Yong, You Mingzhen, Shen Shichun and others all left the table and admired Zhang Cheng's masterpieces together.
Only Qin Shizheng, the official in charge of grain management, was sitting alone at the table, with a look of astonishment on his face, as if he was stunned!
He slowly stood up and left the table, walked toward the crowd with a cold face, glanced at the square table, and then sneered: "Hey, the word is a good word, but this word..."
