Chapter 91 Shocking Immortal Poetry Party (3)


Chapter 91 The Immortal Poetry Club (3)

“Uh, could you please repeat what you just said? I was distracted just now.”

I was concentrating on thinking about which dish to try next. Delicious, someone suddenly called out his name. Zhu Pingan didn't hear clearly what the person said for a while, so he had to stop his chopsticks, raised his head and asked the person.

But I didn’t expect it. I looked up and was surprised to find that almost everyone here was staring at me. Well, by the way, this is the largest and most sumptuous banquet I have ever seen since arriving in the Ming Dynasty. I just I just want to have a taste, so I don’t want to crowd around.

"You are Zhu Ping'an, the top talent in Huaining County. We all wrote poems to share with everyone. You have been silent all this time, but you look down on us?" The student who came forward repeated what he had just said, deliberately using He learned the vernacular and satirized Zhu Pingan for being ignorant and unable to understand classical Chinese.

Many people also followed suit and asked Zhu Pingan to write a poem and share it with everyone.

"Oh, write poetry."

Zhu Ping'an repeated softly, then shook his head gently, and said modestly, "I'm not very good at writing poetry, or Forget it.”

Ouch

I’ll go

Not good at composing poetry

You are quite honest

But if you think you can avoid composing poetry this way, you are totally wrong! It's too much to underestimate us.

The student who stepped forward had a polite smile on his face, took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "Your Excellency is too modest. He is a famous top talent, young and promising, I will wait for you. Who doesn't know who doesn't know , please don’t refuse.”

“That’s right, don’t refuse. The poem about being bitten by a snake and hearing the cry of a bird in Shili Changting, um, that, that one is quite refreshing for us. ”

Someone next to me immediately echoed, and in their words they mentioned Zhu Ping'an's infamous poem about being bitten by a snake and hearing the cry of a bird that he once wrote in Shili Changting. At the end, he even made fun of it in a refreshing way.

For a time, the building was full of laughter and laughter.

The singer who was in charge of singing at the poetry club looked at the young man who was being criticized by everyone with her beautiful eyes. The young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Being ridiculed and criticized like this, The singer couldn't help but sympathize with the weak. Most of them sympathized with the weak.

“Once bitten by a snake, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets are rising into the sky. Hahaha, catchy. Isn’t this a good job? Don’t refuse.”

Someone read aloud the poem Zhu Pingan once wrote, accompanied by laughter.

This is the first time for the beautiful singer who is responsible for singing poetry to hear a poem written by Zhu Pingan. In order to please the guests, the singer who is in a laughing situation has worked hard on poems and songs. At this moment, she listens to Zhu Pingan's poem read by others. Poetry, can not help but be disappointed, this A person of this level can still pass the county examination and high school A-list. Thinking about it, it only makes sense to rely on the influence of family background. I thought we were in the same boat, but I didn't expect that I was just a playboy. The singer looked at Zhu Pingan. With a hint of contempt.

Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao and others also looked at Zhu Pingan with frowns on their faces, their expressions very ugly.

Everyone started making noises with this poem, asking Zhu Pingan to compose another poem.

A fellow villager sitting next to Zhu Pingan was worried that Zhu Pingan did not understand the seriousness of the matter and that he would make a fool of himself too seriously and affect the reputation of Huaining County, so he whispered to Zhu Pingan in a low voice. His eyes signaled Zhou Xuezheng and others over there.

So that’s it. Zhu Ping’an glanced around the crowd with a silly smile on his lips.

"Oh, that poem, I just wrote it as a joke."

Zhu Ping'an stood up when everyone was almost laughing. He seemed a little embarrassed and said with a naive smile on his face, very sincerely.

Ga

Everyone's laughter stopped suddenly. The poem you had been laughing at for a long time was simply a joke made to make people happy. How could you say it with ridicule.

But soon, he started laughing again.

There was a hint of self-deprecation in the laughter. It was really funny. I was almost deceived by this young man. He did it as a joke. If you say it was a joke, then you did it as a joke. It must be an excuse to avoid it.

"Is this a joke?" The student who stepped forward had a playful smile on his lips, as if he had seen through Zhu Pingan's little trick.

"Well, when I was bidding farewell to my relatives in Shili Changting, I saw that everyone was depressed, so I wrote that joke poem casually, just to lighten the atmosphere."

Zhu Pingan's tone was very sincere, But in the eyes of everyone, it was a bluff.

Everyone will look at Zhu Ping'an with strange eyes. It is too shameless to joke about his bad poems.

The student who came forward was also a man of quick thinking. As soon as Zhu Pingan finished speaking, he continued Zhu Pingan's words and said:

"Oh, it seems that it was really a joke."

At this point, the words suddenly changed

“Then please do it seriously now. Poetry, let us also open our eyes.”

When everyone heard the words of the student who came forward, they couldn’t help but cheered in their hearts, that’s it, haha, you say you. It was made as a joke, so let’s make a serious one now and let us see, hahaha.

Use Zi's spear to attack Zi's shield.

The student who came forward left a good impression in everyone’s minds, even in the minds of Zhou Xuezheng, Li Lao, Zhao Lao and others. Seeing the admiring looks of Zhou Xuezheng and others, he stepped forward The student who came out couldn't help but feel wise about his decision.

Opportunities are created by people.

The student who came forward was satisfied with his decision to come forward. At this moment, looking at Zhu Ping'an, this drunkard and rice bag, he felt a lot more cute and pleasing to the eye.

"Be serious about making one"

"Make one"

Everyone was so angry that they all asked Zhu Pingan to compose a poem seriously, just waiting to see Zhu Pingan's joke and make Huaining County look embarrassed.

Zhou Xuezheng and others also stared at Zhu Ping'an intently, to see what other ridiculous and generous poems this drunkard would come up with, and then take them to see the Lord Fu Zun. The imperial examination is a place to select talents for the country. , we must strictly scrutinize the discipline and severely punish this person, and even hold Huaining County to account, and we must not tolerate any sand.

"Well, okay."

Zhu Ping'an glanced at everyone and nodded. Everyone is watching me helplessly, and it would be disrespectful to refuse. Moreover, looking at Zhou Xuezheng's black face, if I don't write a poem that satisfies him this time, I'm afraid he will kill the chicken this time and show it to the monkey. Don't think about the imperial examination in the future. This is not what I want to see. Everything is low-grade, only reading is good, but I want to go a long way on this road.

"The story of being bitten by a snake and hearing the cry of a bird is a joke version of Shili Changting. Here is a serious version, well, that's it."

As Zhu Pingan spoke, he splashed ink on the white rice paper. Leave a poem on it.

Master Hongyi, I'm sorry. If you keep seeing this word in modern times hundreds of years later, please stop scolding me.

After Zhu Pingan finished writing, he blew the ink slightly, and then handed the rice paper full of words to the student who came forward with both hands.

The student had a mocking smile on his face and had no expectations at all for the poems Zhu Pingan handed over. The way Zhu Pingan splashed ink just now was considered by him as a last resort and a bluff.

The student looked at the poems written by Zhu Pingan with a mocking look, wondering what poems this "talented man" who was bitten by a snake and heard the cries of birds would write that would make him laugh for thousands of years.

However

Just one glance

The ridicule on the student’s face withered, and he looked like he was constipated

What’s going on, everyone is very I'm curious, why does he have such an expression? Could it be that the poems written by that "great talent" are really so unsightly?

So everyone couldn't help being curious, laughing and asking questions.

The student couldn't say a word, he just handed the rice paper in his hand to everyone to circulate, and then everyone looked constipated.

When the rice paper was delivered to Zhou Xuezheng's hands, it had been wrinkled by everyone, but the fonts on it were increasingly visible:

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass was green For days. The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains.

At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends. A ladle of turbid wine has exhausted all the remaining joy. Don’t sleep in the cold tonight.

Zhou Xuezheng couldn't take his eyes away from the rice paper for a long time

The atmosphere of the Jingxian Poetry Recital became very strange at this time. From the beginning of the poetry recital, everyone was laughing and drinking. Even when they were mocking and booing Zhu Ping'an, it was still lively. Very, but the atmosphere at this moment was strangely quiet. Usually when everyone writes a poem, someone would comment on it, but at this moment no one said anything, and everyone looked like they were constipated. (It’s the third update, and the number of words in this chapter is not too small. I will reluctantly encourage you to collect and recommend it)

(End of this chapter)

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