Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

"Haha..." Xiang Xun smiled after he finished speaking, looking very happy. Today is a good thing, and of course he should be happy. Perhaps he also thinks that he must be "excited" in front of so many guests.

Everyone said noisily for a while, and invited Prime Minister Wang to sit down.

After a while, some servants arrived in the house and cleaned up the two square tables and joined them together. Put a lot of things on it, including inkstones, short scabbards, books, bowls, strings of money and other things in a circle. When everyone was happy, I saw a nanny coming in with a child. The child was really clever and looked at the people in the house curiously without crying. The generals made a roar for a while, and some people yelled with interest: "What can the second son who looks at the general's house catch!"

Xiang Xun took the child over and put it straight on the table in the hall. No one was holding the child, so he cried out. Everyone was around the table and teased for a while, the child finally stopped crying, and looked at the things on the table, rolled over and got down, crawled for a while, and reached out to grab the inkstone.

Suddenly everyone was in an uproar, and a voice said: "Hey! Second Young Master Xiang doesn't want to inherit his father's mantle!"

Xiang Xun smiled and said: "If children like to study, of course it is also a good thing. In the future, if you can learn to be rich in five cars like Prime Minister Wang, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Wang Pu, who was sitting in the upper position, smiled, touching the goatee on his chin and grinning. When everyone heard it, they agreed.

At this moment, a voice said, "I have a proposal below. Why not write a poem to congratulate the general with the topic of this situation and this situation today?"

Everyone followed the sound, and it turned out that it was Zhao Kuangyi's younger brother Zhao Duyuhou who was talking. Zhao Kuangyi, who is wide and fat, looks grown up, but his voice is still a little childish and not completely improved, so it sounds not as rough as the guys, and the voice is a bit girly in comparison.

Zhao Kuangyi was a teenager, thin-skinned and tender, fat, and polite, completely harmless and good offspring. In addition, he has no status, and he can come here all thanks to his elder brother Zhao Duyuhou. So everyone didn't give much face, of course, they were not afraid to offend such a fat young student like a scholar, and they all opposed it.

"What poem to write? No kidding!"

"Haha, I can drink, what is it for writing poetry..."

No one really took Zhao Kuangyi seriously. The five generations of literati did not have a high status. It's okay to be a civil official. Isn't it a joke for a literati without an official? It is strange that the generals want to buy it. It is not useful for my brother to be a general, nor is he himself a general.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Xun said: "Please give the child a poem by Prime Minister Wang, and I will take it as a treasure!"

When everyone heard it, they immediately agreed with Xiang Xun. Wang Pu is the prime minister of learning rich Wucha, and of course he can write poetry...If he suddenly becomes prosperous now, wouldn't you let him write it, wouldn't it be very uninteresting?

Wang Pu is also very cheerful today. He is really a VIP here at Xiang Xun. He has always been touted by Xiang Xun and he has given him extremely high respect. He couldn't bear to refuse Xiang Xunhe's kindness for a while, so he reached out and touched his chin to ponder.

This calm movement immediately seemed to be telling everyone with body language: Lao Tzu is about to write poetry!

Everyone paused for a while, waiting expectantly. But maybe some of them don't understand it at all. Even if Wang Pu made a masterpiece of the ages, I am afraid that he would play the piano in front of some people.

Wang Pu said: "The old man has two sentences in his heart, but he didn't think about the last two sentences. The poems are always met and unattractive, and they can happen occasionally... You can't make everyone wait like this."

Xiang Xun hurriedly said: "Two sentences are also good! Poems are not essays, so the more words are, the better. Even if some people write dozens of lines that are not good, they are not as good as two sentences."

"Passed, passed." Wang Pu waved his hand.

Guo Shao only discovered today that Xiang Xun is not just a military commander, but very different from those who can only fight. Xiang Xunte will flatter, and he is very good...While complimenting others, he doesn't demean himself, it is naturally not excessive. Even if Wang Pu knew that Xiang Xun deliberately complimented him, it would be very helpful and would never resist; just look at Wang Pu's expression.

People can collapse in front of them without changing color, but not changing color is not showing no corresponding emotions in words and deeds.

Sure enough, Wang Pu slowly chanted: "The jujube flower can become fruit when it is small, although the mulberry leaves are soft and silky."

"Good!" Everyone cheered loudly regardless of their understanding. Of course, Guo Shao plunged into the joyous atmosphere, and applauded.

Wang Pu waved his hand again: "Since the old man started, if you have two sentences, you should congratulate the second son of the general. This young man, your surname Zhao?" Wang Pu looked at Zhao Kuangyi and Zhao Kuangyin. Nod.

Zhao Kuangyi said: "Lastly learn Zhao Kuangyi."

During the question and answer, people became noisy again. Who is interested in introducing themselves by a fat young man? They all talked and laughed to themselves.

So when Zhao Kuangyi was chanting poems, even Guo Shao didn't hear exactly what he sang.

But when Zhao Kuangyin was waiting in the city, the surrounding area was a little quieter. Even if someone was still talking and laughing loudly, he was reminded by his companion to listen temporarily. Zhao Kuangyin also wrote a quatrain, and Guo Shao noticed that it was not good when he heard it. It was similar to the half-literal limericks; perhaps "Song Taizu" was only good at winning the world immediately, not good at reciting poems, or it may be hasty. There is no state of mind below, after all, not everyone can be like Cao Zhi as a poem in seven steps. Guo Shao can't write poems, he can copy poems, but at least he has memorized some and knows how to appreciate it, so he can still hear it.

Then it was the turn of a military commander. The servant was not polite, and he opened his mouth: "The sun is blushing, and the stone is hard..." There was a burst of laughter, and Zhao Kuangyin shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't do it, just sing. What, at least you should be a scene!"

Then the generals at that table didn't do anything, and it was Guo Shao's turn to let Guo Shao start.

Guo Shao just wondered if he was going to copy a poem from the Song Dynasty. He just thought about which one to copy, and he quickly recalled. What can still be recited now must be the fine verses left by the great waves and sands that have been deposited over time. I am afraid that there is no pressure to crush the talents of Wang Pu’s two poems... The problem is not that everyone does not believe that he has that talent. There is a problem: you are a military commander, and you can write poetry better than a prime minister.

Since the literary talent of a military commander is better than that of a prime minister, who is almighty, what should the prime minister do? Wang Pu doesn't know how to fight, let alone martial arts, and he is not as talented as a 19-year-old young general. Isn't he very shameless?

The last time Guo Shaoneng was directly promoted to the capital of the inner hall, the most useful one should be Wang Pu's recommendation. Although Wang Pu should be looking at Xiangxun's face, he has always promoted you. In the face of the prime minister who has promoted himself in public? Is it really wise...

Guo Shao didn't plan to show this useless limelight, which would save trouble, so he didn't have to think about which scene should be used.

He was about to postpone it and said no. Unexpectedly, the guy who made the "Poems on the Stones in the Sun" spoke insultingly, "Well, seeing him scratching his head and back is like a monkey, I am afraid that he is not as good as me. Don't delay everyone's time. !"

Even if it is a middle-level military commander, there are always some who can't even speak. Maybe it is the reason why Guo Shao is sitting at the table below?

Mother|of! Guo Shao suddenly took a sullen breath, and it was not easy to quarrel with him in public.

Is it to bear it? Guo Shao thinks that forbearance can still be tolerated, after all, it is irrelevant. However, if there is no need to take that breath, Guo Shao doesn't want to swallow it...why should I make myself uncomfortable and let you? You don’t even know how to play oil poems, so you put your anger on Lao Tzu. Are you happy, I am upset?

Guo Shao immediately smiled and said, "Yes!"

Everyone saw that he looked like a young military commander, and he was sitting in the military commander's seat, and immediately wanted to see him make a fool of himself. At today's banquet, what Zhao Kuangyi provoked to compose poems, except for Wang Pu, has turned into a nonsense. The generals made fun of each other by looking at each other's embarrassment.

This time it was Guo Shao's turn to make a fool of himself.

Guo Shao calmly chanted: "Little ah, Xiao Erlang, go to school with that schoolbag on his back. I am not afraid of the sun, nor the wind and rain. I am afraid that my husband will call me lazy. I have no knowledge and no face to see my parents, no knowledge. Yan sees parents!"

If there is a general who can't understand Wang Pu's brilliant poems ~www.readwn.com~, no one can't understand this "poem". Moreover, such words were actually pronounced from the mouth of Guo Shao's tall and upright young general. It was really laughable.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally burst into laughter after a while, so that they laughed so much that they leaned forward and leaned back and cried out for pain. There was one guy who was the most exaggerated. He patted the table and laughed "haha". The tears were about to come out... I was really afraid that he would roll on the ground. Why is Xiangxun the host's love?

Guo Shao waited for everyone to laugh about it, and when only the voice of "hehe" was left, he smiled and said to the military commander who just said he said: "The general thought that my song of'Little Erlang' and your poem of'Sunlight on Stones' ',Which is better?"

The general was extremely embarrassed for a while.

Guo Shao is not afraid to offend him at all. What's the matter with the general who talks nonsense with his nerves open, maybe he forgot about it in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Guo Shao found that Zhao Kuangyi was completely neglected, and a haze flashed in his eyes on that harmless, stable, white and fat face. The look that flashed by made Guo Shao a little surprised; but no one noticed, only Guo Shao would pay attention to Zhao Kuangyi... Maybe it was an illusion, after all, he was only sixteen or seventeen, so deep in his mind?

In any case, Guo Shao calmed down at once. It might not be wise to leave a bad impression on Zhao Kuangyi. He didn't like this fat young man very much, but he didn't want to grudge him prematurely...meaningless and useless.

At the moment, Guo Shao took advantage of everyone's attention to himself, and said: "Let you laugh. I think that today's poems are the most brilliant of the Zhao family except for Prime Minister Wang."