Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 22 Taking the Rain as the Topic
In the evening, in the palace, Chen Li hosted a banquet for the delegation.

Chen Ping attended the banquet in formal attire with a serious face.

At the table of Wang Luo and Wang Xiao in the Imperial College, the atmosphere was quite normal at first, but. . .

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the atmosphere of the banquet gradually heated up.

The student named Zhang Ji raised his wine glass and said to Wang Xiao: "My lord, I miss the Imperial College very much. I don't know if your poetry skills are not good enough to face the magnificent scenery of the desert during the time you go home. Is it a step further than when we were in the capital?"

Wang Xiao hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Looking at their performance, Wang Luo knew that many stories must have happened in the capital, so he just smiled and watched from the side without making a sound.

"The poetry meeting will be held in three days. During these three days, Mr. Wang must make good preparations. Don't let us down." The juniors walked out of the banquet hall.

Wang Luo stayed at the back and quietly asked Wang Xiao.

"Third brother, listen to this meaning, do you have a grudge with this Zhang Ji?"

Wang Xiao hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.

"Hey, who hasn't been young and frivolous yet? Three days later, it's nothing more than being ridiculed by them, and I'm used to it."

Wang Luo felt that it was just a simple grievance between the students. With Chen Ping standing on top of it, Wang Xiao would lose face at most. It was no big deal, and he didn't take it seriously, so he went back to sleep.

Time passed quickly, and three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Although he knew that this day's poetry meeting would be a grand banquet, but Wang Xiao, who was preparing for this banquet, was the one who was caught.

To put it simply, Yurou prepared a banquet for Daozu. . . .

To Wang Luo's surprise, not only the Guozijian students led by Zhang Ji, but even Chen Ping brought his subordinates to the banquet.

The venue of the banquet was set by a small river [-] miles south of Wangjia City. There was an iron guard camp on the outside to guard, and the maids and attendants inside were constantly arranging things.

Zhang Ji was wearing a cotton robe, and he didn't wear anything on his head. He simply tied his hair up, looking like a madman.

After he came to the river, he casually picked up a glass of wine.

"Liu Shang Qushui, I didn't expect there to be such an attractive scenery on the border of the Northern Wilderness, but the season is not right now, it would be better if it was spring."

After all, Zhang Ji drank the wine in his hand.

"Good wine! People say that Beihuang wine is strong but not strong. Today's first taste really lives up to its reputation."

He looked at the wine glass in his hand and exclaimed loudly.

Wang Luo, who witnessed the whole process of Zhang Ji's pretentiousness, curled his lips beside him.

Good guy, you can really pretend. . .

Wang Xiaoqian smiled and sat next to Zhang Ji under the persuasion of other students.

Unforeseen events happened, and just after the banquet began, it began to rain.

Zhang Ji looked at the sparse raindrops and laughed heartily.

"My lord, you see, this god is so suitable for the occasion, such a rare opportunity, how about we write a poem by ourselves?"

Wang Xiao was stunned beside him.

Zhang Ji flicked his sleeves, stood up, and took two steps back and forth.

"I have it!"

After successfully attracting all the eyes to him, Zhang Ji began to chant poems in satisfaction.

"A pot of tea is not as good as a plum,
I want to see nothing about the fame of inserting a sword.

And pour more chills to vent,
Xian Yunmeng likes to send double pots.

Open the dancing spring situation,
The song is full of waves, and the emerald green is about to float.

Send me Qinglian Yanzi Lane,
For the time being, there is no entry based on encounter. "

After a poem was recited, there was warm applause from the side, and the students from the Imperial College who came with him turned into little fans.

"Good poems, good poems! Brother Zhang is indeed the god of poetry in our Guozijian!"

Even Chen Ping, who was in the distance, stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction after hearing Zhang Ji's poems.

Zhang Ji sat down satisfied and enjoyed the compliments from everyone around him.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Xiao next to him.

"My lord, why don't you compose a poem in such a beautiful scene, how about it? You don't need to use verses, the difficulty is a bit high for you, as long as you can come up with a quatrain."

Wang Xiao was still young at heart, and he stood up immediately when he heard this sentence.

But when he stood up he was embarrassed.

poetry?What poem?What does this matter have to do with my third son Wang?
But Wang Xiao, who was unable to get off the tiger, looked at the playful eyes around him, and couldn't sit still.

Just when he was blushing and didn't know what to do, Wang Luo's voice came from the side.

"You are all great talents in the Imperial College, why do you want to make trouble with my third brother? Why don't you show your shame and compose a poem?"

Zhang Ji looked at Wang Luo.

"who are you?"

Wang Luo smiled lightly,
"It's a mere lack of talent, and the prince's mansion is a mavr."

Zhang Ji seemed to hear some big joke.

"You, a groom, how did you get into this elegant place of ours? Hurry up, go back, let your adults deal with you freely."

He waved his hand, not bothering to talk to Wang Luo at all.

Wang Luo was not angry either, and walked to the table on his own, sharpened his brush, and as he splashed the ink, a seven-character quatrain was already on the paper.

After finishing writing, Wang Luo threw the pen on the table and pulled Wang Xiao away.

Zhang Ji and others were even more proud, they didn't care what Wang Luo wrote.

He walked to the table and picked up the paper.

"Come, come, let me read aloud to everyone, the amazing work of the groom of the Wang family!"

There was a burst of laughter from the side.

Zhang Ji followed the words on the paper and read them directly.

"The lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but Shangsi defends Luntai for the country.

Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and ice river fall into a dream. "

After reading, Zhang Ji burst out laughing.

"Listen everyone, this is the masterpiece of the Wang family groom~~~ hahaha"

Smiling and laughing, Zhang Ji suddenly felt something was wrong, and there was no sound around him.

Then, he looked at the paper in his hand.

The more he looked at the poem on the paper, the more Zhang Ji felt something was wrong.

At this time, a hand came from Zhang Ji's side and took the paper in his hand.

Zhang Ji, who hadn't reacted yet, turned his head and saw that it was Chen Ping, who was in the chief seat, leaving the stage himself.

He looked at the poem on the paper with a serious face.

"Lonely lying in a lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, Shangsi defends Luntai for the country. Lying in the middle of the night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and ice river fall into dreams."

After tasting it, Chen Ping suddenly laughed.

"Good poetry, good poetry, where is Wang Luo?"

Wang Luo was actually not far away waiting for his appearance.

He walked out slowly.

"uncle."

"What a royal groom, you slapped them, the proud sons of the Imperial College, so hard that I could even hear the sound."

The faces of the Guozijian disciples next to him were all pale. They had fully tasted the charm of Wang Luo's poem, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Especially Zhang Ji, his mind is blank now.

Is it just an easy trip to pretend to be face-to-face?Why didn't Wang Xiao get hit in the face, but he was slapped hard on the face?
(End of this chapter)