I am Feng Jun

Chapter 66

"Huh? How to play?"

Shen Ci temporarily put down the matter of his old friend Xici.

Even if I try to think about it, I can't think of anything, and I still have to wait until I go back to find clues.

Mu Lianzhen raised his head and led everyone to the pond.

A servant had already set up a small scorpion next to it, and everyone sat down along the edge of the pond, the water in the ditch in front of them was flowing slowly.

Mu Lianzhen asked someone to put the wine glass filled with pear blossom wine into the water, and said warmly.

"This is the high-quality pear blossom wine that I brought from the palace. Whoever puts the cup in front of him will compose a poem, otherwise he will be punished with wine. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, the corners of Shen Ci's mouth curled up.

Gong Niang, that should be delicious!
Hearing that there was wine, Shen Ci didn't take poetry writing seriously at all.

"Then what should be the title of the poem?"

someone asked.

"Today is Mei Ting's birthday, let Mei Ting decide."

Mu Lianzhen looked at Xie Meiting.

"kindness"

Xie Meiting thought for a while.

"There are so many people today, why not leave it alone."

Mu Lianzhen bent his lips.

"Okay, if there is no title, there will be no title."

"Then let's begin."

Mu Lianzhen gave an order, and the servants opened the closed small sluice gate on the left side of the canal.

The running water brought in from the outside flows into the small canal, flows through the slightly curved and winding canal at the bottom, and finally flows into the pond.

There is a drain on the right side of the bottom of the pond, and if there is too much water, it will be drained.

Running water is irregular, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

When the cup swirls or stops in front of a person, it means that person has been chosen.

The cup flowed down the river, turned slightly from side to side, and flowed all the way to Cheng Hong, the son of Dali Temple Minister.

The shy Cheng Hong stood up amidst the booing of the people around him.

"Master Cheng, this is a good start."

Mu Lianzhen said with a smile.

"Fourth Highness."

Cheng Hong was a little timid, but still maintained his dignity, and thought for a while.

"I just saw Mr. Ting's song "Pingsha Falling Geese" in the bamboo forest, so I will make a song about bamboo."

"Okay."

Xie Meiting said lightly.

Cheng Hong recited loudly:

"The green bamboo is half covered with sheaths, and the new shoots come out of the wall.

The color invades the book at night, and the shade is cooler than the wine bottle.

The rain washes clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.

But if there is no cutting, I will meet Fu Yunchang. "

(The original poem is Du Fu's Yan Zheng Gongzhai Tong Yongzhu. Forgive me for not being able to write poems by myself, but I will indicate the source of the poems that appear in the article.)
After finishing the poem, the shy Cheng Hong smiled and sat back.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

Mu Lianzhen praised.

"I don't want Mr. Cheng to have such lofty ambitions."

Even Xie Meiting nodded in satisfaction.

"Young master Cheng must be a bamboo lover if he can compose this poem."

"Young Master Ting praises you, I'm just expressing my feelings, and it's all thanks to your Pingshaluoyan."

"Mei Ting, if you can continue talking like this, we can talk for a day, let's continue."

Mu Lianzhen interrupted Xie Meiting, who was about to continue talking, and jokingly said.

Xie Meiting lowered his head and smiled.

"Sorry, go ahead."

The wine glass was put into the ditch again, and it flowed again.

This time, it stopped in front of Xiao Tingyun.

Xiao Tingyun calmly picked up the wine glass and stood up, in stark contrast to Cheng Hong's shyness just now.

"It's coming to me so soon."

Xiao Qiheng laughed teasingly.

"It's good that Mr. Cheng made a good start just now, let's see what you can do!"

"I don't have that much talent, but it's okay to compose a simple song."

Xiao Tingyun was very open about it.

"Mr. Cheng sings a song about bamboo, but what does Mr. Xiao do?"

Xie Meiting asked.

"I can't think of any good topic, so let's also sing a song about bamboo. If it's not good, you can't laugh!"

Xiao Tingyun was vaccinated in advance.

"That won't work, if you don't do well, you will be punished with alcohol!"

Mu Lianzhen teased.

"Then I have to think about it."

Xiao Tingyun said.

"I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo.

No meat makes you lean, and no bamboo makes you vulgar.

People who are thin can still be fat, but people and customs cannot be cured.

Others laughed at this remark, seeming high or stupid. "

(Su Shi's Yu Qianseng Lvyunxuan)

"how is it going!"

After Xiao Tingyun spoke out his poem seriously, he looked at the reactions around him.

"You are both refined and popular."

Xie Meiting commented.

Xiao Qiheng laughed.

"I don't believe you can choose bamboo over meat."

"Oh, isn't this poetry? Besides, can't I have both!"

"Young Master Xiao's poem is catchy, and it has deep meaning when you taste it carefully."

Mu Lianzhen commented.

"Then let me forget it."

"Forget you."

Mu Lianzhen said.

"continue."

"Wait a minute."

Bi Jiuhong said.

"What's wrong, Young Master Jiu?"

"I think although it is untitled, it should be stipulated that the next person's theme cannot be the same as that of the previous person.

Otherwise, if they were all like Ting Yun, wouldn't the whole scene become Yong Zhu? "

With a slight smile on the corner of Bi Jiuhong's lips, he said very dignifiedly.

"Well, I think so too."

Xiao Tingyun also echoed when he heard the words.

"You don't have any worries anymore, so don't let others repeat the theme!"

Xiao Qiheng gave Xiao Tingyun a gouged look.

"You talented men and women are afraid of anything, so it should be more difficult for you."

Xiao Tingyun didn't care too much, he just wanted to increase the difficulty and watch the excitement.

"What do you say?"

Mu Lianzhen solicited everyone's opinions democratically.

This was Bi Jiuhong's proposal, and even if those small families were reluctant, they would not dare to refute it.

The four young masters didn't care much, it was the same to them anyway.

Xiao Qiheng just made fun of it, so he wouldn't be stumped by this.

For a while, no one objected.

"What do you think, Young Master Ci?"

Mu Lianzhen suddenly asked Shen Ci for his opinion.

"It doesn't matter."

After listening to the two poems, Shen Ci felt dull.

"Since there is no objection, let's do as Jiuhong said, the next person must not have repeated themes."

Mu Lianzhen's decisive words made some people rack their brains.

The wine glass falls into the ditch, and the game continues.

Seeing the wine glass stopped in front of another person, Shen Ci felt even more boring.

Why can't you come here?
It happened that Mu Yuanqi was sitting next to Shen Ci, and Shen Ci was talking sideways with Mu Yuanqi.

"Tell me about the Wanhua Building now."

Mu Yuanqi also looked bored.

"Then you give me some melon seeds."

The ones I just finished eating again.

The corner of Shen Ci's mouth twitched.

"Eat, eat, and eat!"

While talking, he took out a handful.

Shen Ci also grabbed a handful and drank it.

The result is that other people are doing a very elegant flow of music there.

The two of them are eating melon seeds very down-to-earth here.

Fortunately, no one found the two of them!

Mu Yuanqi got the melon seeds as he wished, and said.

"Wanhualou is the most famous brothel in the imperial capital. Your Highness has really never thought about it. You don't even know this."

While talking, Mu Yuanqi looked at Shen Ci with disdain.

Shen Ci had black lines all over his face.

While knocking on my melon seeds, you despise me.

Is this really good? ? ?

"I lost my memory, so I don't know!"

"Tut tsk tsk, they are all excuses, I understand, don't explain."

Mu Yuanqi waved his hand.

"Hurry up, or I will tell your sister Ying everything!"

Shen Ci couldn't understand the appearance of the little princess, and threatened her.

　This afternoon, the teacher stopped a class to have time to code words. Tomorrow will be the weekend, and I will start to make up more manuscripts, and then thank you for your rewards, I love you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)