A peacemaker also appeared in the crowd. He came to the side of Shentu Junshi and Yu Huanzhang and persuaded them: "Brother Juanshi, brother Huanzhang, today is Miss Wenren's poetry meeting after all. You two must give Miss Wenren some kindness." no."
Shentu Junshi immediately grinned, with a cold smile: "I will never cause trouble at the Jinping Poetry Meeting."
Yu Huanzhang was so angry that his nose was crooked when he heard him still calling "Jinping". He stood there with clenched fists and a pair of fire-breathing eyes that seemed to be eating people.
Shentu Junshi ignored Yu Huanzhang, and went straight to a seat at the front and sat down. However, his glance was cold, and he was afraid that he would not let it go.
Yu Huanzhang also sat down again under the persuasion of some people.
An Yan heard him whisper to herself: "That bitch must be holding something bad in his heart. We need to be careful when we leave after the poetry meeting is over."
Yu Huanzhang seemed to be very familiar with Shentu Junshi's behavior, and coupled with Shentu Junshi's words just now, An Yan guessed that Yu Huanzhang might have suffered a loss.
"good."
Yu Huanzhang said again: "Brother Yan, don't worry, no one else can hurt you while I'm here."
An Yan just chuckled when he heard this.
Everyone in the poetry club had already taken their seats, and the clear ringing of the chime sounded again in the room. There were figures moving behind the screen, and soon An Yan saw many beautiful figures walking out.
These are the ladies that Yu Huanzhang mentioned. They are all wearing gorgeous clothes and bright makeup, and they are all gorgeous and jeweled.
An Yan's eyes were quickly attracted to the woman who came out at the end. Her makeup was relatively simple, neither simple nor complicated. She didn't wear any earrings. Her lipstick was very light and she was wearing a pale pink dress. Even so, she The moment he appeared, he attracted the attention of everyone present.
An Yan guessed in his heart that this must be the "talented and beautiful" Wenren Jinping in Luoyang.
Her appearance is indeed beautiful, with a graceful and soft beauty. Her facial features are exquisite and small, but her phoenix eyes are large and beautiful. Her soothing and dignified temperament makes people feel extremely comfortable just looking at her.
An Yan compared her with Yu Nian in her mind, feeling that although they were equally beautiful, Yu Nian was more stunning than her. Yu Nian's beauty was cold and dazzling, which made people shy away, and I am afraid that no man would not like this woman in front of her.
An Yan thought again, it seemed reasonable for Shentu Junshi and Yu Huanzhangruo to have a dispute over such a woman.
If he could marry her, he would really have no regrets in this life.
An Yan glanced at the others again, and saw that Yu Huanzhang next to him was unblinking. His eyes were full of that beautiful figure. It was the first time An Yan had seen him in such a dazed state.
The female guests all sat on opposite sides, separated by gauze, while Wenren Jinping sat on the main seat, covered by a curtain.
"You all come to the West Garden to make the flowers in the West Garden more beautiful."
An Yan heard a voice as calm as water coming from inside, and the sound of playing the piano also sounded softly from behind the screen. The ice cubes placed in the corner began to melt slowly, and the coolness spread in the elegant and fragrant room, which made people feel comfortable both physically and mentally. .
"Today's poetry gathering is about meeting friends through literature. If any of you have any good works recently, please let me take a look at them first." Wenren Jinping just made a simple courtesy and went straight to the topic.
The sound of the piano behind the screen is soothing, accompanied by the chimes playing a pleasant tune.
A man stood up, took out a scroll of paper that had been prepared and said loudly: "I wrote an article a few months ago when I was visiting the garden. Please correct any flaws."
An Yan picked up the tea cup and drank it slowly. The tea had a very light aroma and was sweet and soft in the mouth, but it felt bitter after entering the stomach.
The man unfolded the scroll, walked several times, and with the crisp sound of a chime, he said loudly:
"The spring clouds are about to pour over the mist, and a hundred hectares of water are pouring out from the south.
When I look back, I am still confused by the green willows on the embankment, but when I arrive, I can see the red plum blossoms on the pavilion. "
A poem from a few months ago... An Yan glanced at the hot summer outside the window and ate cakes silently.
"good!"
"What a poem!"
Everyone praised him one after another, and even Yu Huanzhang clapped his hands.
"Young Master Shen is a great talent. He has written this wonderful poem. The scenery painted in the poem is so immersive." Someone from the female guests on the opposite side praised him, and the pleasant voice made this young master Shen straighten his waist. a bit.
"What a poem! What a poem! I didn't expect that Shen Zhiyuan has such a level." Yu Huanzhang said happily, as if he had written the poem.
Then he asked An Yan beside him: "Brother Yan, what do you think?"
An Yan agreed: "It's indeed a good poem."
Wenren Jinping behind the curtain also praised: "It is indeed a masterpiece, Mr. Shen worked hard."
This sentence about Mr. Shen's hard work made An Yan almost laugh out loud.
"You hate my brother?"
"fine."
Mr. Shen became even more proud when he heard the beauty's compliments. He cupped his hands towards the figure behind the curtain and said, "I have made a fool of myself by writing this article."
When Mr. Shen returned to his seat, someone else said loudly: "I just looked out the window, and I felt something in my heart. I wrote a poem. Please correct it."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone couldn't help but ask: "Brother Xu, is this a new poem he just composed?"
Mr. Xu did not respond directly. He took a few steps and chanted:
"The clouds and lakes are connected downstairs, and the sun is bright, the wind is gentle, and the waves are gentle.
There is hope for the bright white pudding and green scenery, and endless joy for flying kites and fish. "
While everyone was savoring the meaning of the poem, Mr. Xu took a few more steps and continued:
"The clear ripples in the water are new, and the mountain light in the upper room gradually melts.
There are several poems recited in Xiyuan Pavilion, and the literary talents of each family are different. "
After the young master surnamed Xu finished chanting, he looked up at the window and stood with his hands behind his back, which seemed to be a bit of a romantic and elegant scholar.
"Great kindness!"
"What a poem!"
"Brother Xu is so smart and quick, I can't wait for him."
The guests and friends present praised it one after another, and the people behind the curtain also praised it: "Master Xu's masterpiece, a new chapter in the West Garden."
Everyone echoed and discussed the rhythmic connotation of the poem.
Behind the screen, a maid was taking notes, the music of the piano was gentle, and the chimes were ringing again.
After that, several people sang their own poems, and the level of them was pretty much the same, including two women. Those who were too bad didn't take the initiative to get up.
An Yan looked at Yu Huanzhang beside him, shaking his head, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Huanzhang doesn't have any works?"
Yu Huanzhang's face froze and he said sarcastically: "I'm not very inspired today, I'm not very inspired..."
An Yan smiled knowingly, said nothing more, and continued to sip tea.
Compared with these poems, he paid more attention to the rhythm of the piano coming from behind the screen. Looking at the lake view through the window, the sun was beautiful and the wind was gentle.
An Yan felt that this kind of entertainment was actually very good. He was not an elegant person, but this arty feeling made him very comfortable.
By the time no one recited poems, half an hour had passed and the guests were in high spirits.
Jin Ping, who was heard from behind the curtain, said: "Several new trees and exotic flowers and plants have recently been transplanted in the West Garden. You can see them from the windows. When you come, someone should have noticed that the title of today's poetry meeting is inspired by this scene." ?”
"Good!" Everyone responded.
The chimes rang again, and the music behind the screen changed its tune, becoming softer and gentler. Sometimes only one or two strings could be heard for a long time, but together they made people feel calm.
Many people got up and came to the window to admire the scenery below the attic. Yu Huanzhang also got up and went.
The maids took this opportunity to come out and add tea and incense to the incense burners.
An Yan sat there steadily and did not move when he saw Shentu Junshi.
Someone seemed to have an inspiration and put pen to paper. Several people gathered around to watch, nodding in approval, or shaking their heads and sighing.
Yu Huanzhang was one of the onlookers, looking at this person, then that person, nodding frequently, and then looking out the window melancholy into the distance, but he never returned to his seat to write.
An Yan was almost full after eating snacks, when someone suddenly said: "Yes!"
Everyone gathered around to watch him put down his pen and ink, and someone read aloud:
"Next to the window in the West Garden, you can lean and take advantage of the slight coolness. The flowers and trees are open to business, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful and bright. The hall deeply loves the distant summer, and people feel calm and peaceful. Three hundred volumes are hung on the wall, and the ancient fragrance is scattered by the wind."
Many people praised it, but some people said that the poem was inappropriate, which inevitably caused a dispute. Fortunately, someone persuaded it to calm down.
The light smoke from the stove is lingering, and the interior of the pavilion is cool.
Three moments had passed, and someone else started writing and reading for the public to listen to. Some were praised, and some were laughed at. The poet's face turned red and he said no more.
"Does Miss Wenren have any new works?" Someone suddenly asked from behind the curtain.
Wenren Jinping said: "It's a new title, I'm afraid it will make people laugh."
Everyone laughed and said, "Who doesn't know that Miss Wenren is extremely talented, and her poems must be exquisite!"
The waitress picked up the scroll on Wenren Jinping's desk and placed it in the middle for everyone to watch.
Someone read:
"The summer mat in the other courtyard is deep and clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain.
The shade of the trees is all over the ground, and at noon, I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream. "
"OK!"
Before someone finished reading, they heard an excited shout, and many people were startled.
The person cheering was none other than Yu Huanzhang.
"This poem is wonderful! This poem is wonderful!"
"The writing is also wonderful!"
Yu Huanzhang kept praising him there, and the person behind the curtain smiled lightly: "Young Master Yu is overly praised."
After hearing this, Yu Huanzhang immediately said seriously: "The words spoken from the bottom of my heart are definitely not false praise!"
The others also applauded and began to discuss the meaning of the poem.
Even Shentu Junshi, who was sitting there, also praised him: "You are a good poet and a good person. No wonder it is said in Luoyang City that Jinping is both talented and beautiful. You really deserve this reputation."
It's so shameless!
Listening to Shentu Junshi's words, many people cursed secretly in their hearts, but they still agreed with smiles on their faces.
Yu Huanzhang originally wanted to scold him, but he was unwilling to utter obscene words in front of Wenren Jinping.
He rolled his eyes and sneered: "I wonder if Mr. Shentu has an inscription?"
These words immediately turned everyone's attention to Shentu Junshi.
Shentu Junshi raised his eyebrows slightly and stood up with tea in one hand: "There is an article."
Yu Huanzhang's face was filled with disdain. He didn't believe that this guy could write poetry.
The room became quiet, and even the eyes behind the screen stopped. Shen Tu Junshi slowly came to the window and looked down.
Just listen to Shentu Junshi chanting: "Look upstairs in the West Garden, the trees in the garden are green."
After hearing this poem, Yu Huanzhang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Mediocrity! fool!
The rest of the people also looked strange.
"This tree grows well and has thick branches and leaves."
Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud. Can such simple and extremely simple vernacular writing be called poetry?
The person behind the curtain remained silent. Shentu Junshi stood by the window, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.
"There are many travelers in the Western Garden, and I feel sad."
"Whoever touches this tree, I will cut off his hand!"
Suddenly, the whole hall was silent!
What does this poem mean? Who does this tree refer to?
No one dared to laugh anymore, and they all looked at the man standing by the window.
Shentu Junshi turned around and asked with a smile: "Everyone, is there anything I need to correct in this poem?"
No one said a word. Those who were stared at by Shentu Junshi just looked away with a smile.
He drank the tea in the cup and said, "This tea is wonderful. It's sweet but bitter afterward. I don't like sweet things, but I only like bitter tea."
"The same is true when I train horses in the army. Those who are docile will be slaves, and those who have a strong temperament will be my favorite. A fierce horse has a high spirit and cannot be ridden by others, but I can ride it!"
As he spoke, he suddenly burst out laughing. Underneath this laughter was a face of blue and white, self-suffering.
Shentu Junshi looked at Yu Huanzhang again and said with a smile: "What do you think, Mr. Yu?"
Yu Huanzhang's eyes were red with anger. After being provoked like this, he pointed at his nose and cursed angrily: "Vulgar! Despicable! What's your name called poetry?! Bah! What kind of shame do you have to do this? Get out of Xiyuan, you country man! You are a barbarian from the north! You are as virtuous as your father! We are ashamed to be in your company! How disgusting!"
Yu Huanzhang said something that many people here did not dare to say. He had already restrained his scolding. If Wenren Jinping hadn't been here, even more filthy and unpleasant words would have come out of his mouth.
Shentu Junshi's face suddenly turned cold, and the cold light from his eyes seemed to kill people.
"Yu Huanzhang, are you looking for death?!"
At this moment, the man behind the curtain spoke: "This is an elegant place where poetry will be held. We are all well-educated people here. Please speak carefully, gentlemen."
Her voice was still as calm as water, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
Shentu Junshi glanced sideways behind the curtain, snorted coldly, and turned back to his seat.
Yu Huanzhang's breath was hard to control. He clenched his fists tightly and his nails almost dug into his flesh.
Someone came up to persuade him: "Brother Huanzhang..."
The man behind the curtain spoke again: "Is there anyone else with new works?"
She did not mention Shentu Junshi's poem just now, as if the matter had just passed.
But after this commotion, whoever dared to show off again at this time returned to their seats.
The person behind the curtain was silent for a while, and then said: "In that case..."
"Wait a minute!" A voice suddenly interrupted her.
The speaker was a man sitting next to Shentu Junshi. Everyone recognized him as a man who had a very good relationship with Shentu Junshi.
"I haven't heard of Mr. Yu's masterpieces yet. I just saw Mr. Yu walking among various families, and they all had critical comments. I think I have already written a great piece with my heart in mind. Why don't you recite it and open our eyes to it?"
Yu Huanzhang's face turned dark instantly.
Everyone in the circle knew that Yu Huanzhang loved poetry, but he only loved reading and listening to poetry. He once wrote an article in the past, but the writing was crude and unintelligible, which made everyone laugh.
Later, Yu Huanzhang did not write any poems.
But in my heart I don't look down on him much, because he always sincerely supports others.
Now Shentu Junshi is making things difficult, but no one dares to speak up, and they all sigh in their hearts.
Who told his father to be Shentu?
There are rumors among the people that there is a traitor in the court, and it is said that it is the powerful Shentu Ying!
Yu Huanzhang's blood surged in his heart. He looked at Shen Tu Junshi's sneer and disdainful face, and then looked at the man behind the curtain. He felt dizzy for a moment.
At this moment, a hand suddenly firmly held his shoulder behind him.
He looked back in a daze and saw An Yan, looking at him with a smile.
"Brother Huanzhang, here is the poem you just wrote. Since you are so invited, you might as well read it and let everyone listen."
