"Haha..." Xiang Xun laughed after saying the lines, looking very happy. Today is a good thing, of course he should be happy. Maybe he also thinks he must be "happy" in front of so many guests.

Everyone said a lot again and invited Prime Minister Wang to the upper throne to sit down.

After a while, some servants came to the house, and they packed up two square tables and spliced ​​them together. Many things were placed on them, including inkstones, short scabbards, books, bowls, strings of money, etc., and put them in a circle. When everyone was happy, a wet nurse came in with the child in her arms. The child was really clever and looked at the people in the house without crying. The generals started to make a fuss, and some people shouted with great interest: "Look at what can the second son of the general's family catch?"

Xiang Xun took the child over and placed it straight on the table in the hall. The child was no longer hugged and even cried. Everyone surrounded the table and teased for a while. The child finally stopped crying. Then he looked at the things on the table, turned over and lay down, crawled for a while, and reached out to grab the inkstone.

Everyone was suddenly in an uproar and said in a voice: "Hey! The second young master Xiang doesn't want to inherit his father's mantle!"

Xiang Xun smiled and said, "If a child likes to study, it will be a good thing. If he can learn well like Prime Minister Wang and become a pillar of the country in the future, wouldn't it be great?"

Wang Pu, who was sitting in the upper throne, smiled and smiled at the goatee touching his chin. When everyone heard this, they all agreed.

At this moment, a voice said, "I have a suggestion below. Why not write a poem to congratulate General Xiang on this topic today with the scenery and the feelings of this time? How about it?"

Everyone looked in the voice and found that it was Zhao Kuangyi, the younger brother of Zhao Duhou, who was talking. Zhao Kuangyi looked wide and fat, but his voice was still a little childish and had not completely improved, so he sounded completely less than that of men, and his voice was a little sissy in comparison.

Zhao Kuangyi was a teenager, with tender skin and fat people, and a polite person. He was completely a good young man who was harmless. In addition, he had no status, so he could only rely on his elder brother Zhao Duyuhou. So everyone didn't give him much face, so of course he was not afraid of offending such a fat young man like a scholar, and they all opposed it.

"What poems are you writing? You're not kidding!"

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

No one takes Zhao Kuangyi seriously. The literati of the Five Dynasties did not have a high status. It would be fine if they became civil officials. Isn’t a joke for literati without officials? It would be strange if the military generals wanted to buy it. My brother was not a general, and it was not that he himself was a general.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Xun said, "Please give me a poem to my child, and I will be really like a treasure!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately agreed with Xiang Xun. Wang Pu is the prime minister who is knowledgeable and of course he can write poetry... If he suddenly becomes popular in poetry and you don't let him write, wouldn't it be ignorant?

Wang Pu was also happy today. He was a real VIP guest here. He was always praised by Xiang Xun and gave him extremely high respect. He couldn't bear to refuse Xiang Xun and the generals for a while, so he reached out and touched his chin and pondered.

This calm move immediately seemed to be telling everyone in body language: I am going to write a poem!

Everyone calmed down for a while and waited expectantly. But perhaps some of them didn't understand at all. Even if Wang Pu wrote a masterpiece of eternal song, he might be playing the piano against a cow in front of some people.

Wang Pu said: "I have two sentences in my heart, but I didn't think about the last two sentences for a while. Poems are always hard to come by, but I can't help but get it... I can't tell everyone to wait like this."

Xiang Xun hurriedly said, "There are two lines that are good! Poetry is not a essay, so the more words the better. Even if some people write dozens of lines, they are not as good as two lines of good poems."

"It's past, it's past." Wang Pu waved his hand.

Guo Shao discovered today that Xiang Xun is not just a military general, but is very different from those martial artists who only know how to fight. Xiang Xunte can flatter and has a very good grasp of his attitude... While complimenting others, it is not too much to belittle himself. Even if Wang Pu knows that Xiang Xun is deliberately complimenting him, it will be very useful and will never conflict; you will understand by looking at Wang Pu's expression.

People can collapse in front of the mountain without changing color, but not changing color does not mean that they do not express corresponding emotions in words and deeds.

Sure enough, Wang Pu chanted slowly: "The jujube flowers can become solid until they are small, and the mulberry leaves are soft and untie the silk."

"Okay!" Everyone cheered loudly regardless of whether they understood or not. Of course, Guo Shao also fell into this joyful atmosphere and applauded.

Wang Pu waved his hand again: "Since I'm starting, everyone will recite a few sentences when they have two sentences, just as congratulations to General Xiang's second son. This young man, your surname is Zhao?" Wang Pu looked at Zhao Kuangyi and nodded to Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Kuangyi said: "I learned from Zhao Kuangyi."

During the Q&A, people became noisy again. Who is interested in introducing a fat young man? They all talked and laughed at themselves.

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

But when it was the Duyu Hou Zhao Kuangyin, the surroundings became a little quieter. Even if someone was still talking and laughing loudly, he was reminded by his companions to listen to it for the time being. Zhao Kuangyin also wrote a quatrain. Guo Shao thought it was really not good, which was similar to a limerick that was not verbal. Perhaps "Song Taizu" was only good at winning the world immediately, not good at reciting poems, or he could not feel at rushing. After all, not everyone could do poems like Cao Zhi. Guo Shao could not write poems, but he could do it, but at least he memorized it a little and knew how to appreciate it. He could still hear it.

Then it was the general's turn. The guy was not polite and opened his mouth: "The sun is red, and the stones are hard..." He burst into laughter. Zhao Kuangyin shook his head and said, "Forget it, stop doing it, what are you singing, at least you can do it!"

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

Guo Shao just thought about whether he wanted to copy a poem from the Song Dynasty. He just thought about which one to copy, and he quickly savored it. What he could still recite now must be the fine poems left by time sedimenting the waves and washing the sand. I am afraid that the talent of Wang Pu's two lines of poetry is not stress-free... The problem is not whether everyone believes that he has the talent, but there is a problem in front of him: You, a general, are better than the prime minister.

Since as a general, his literary talent is better than the prime minister, and his civil and military versatility is omnipotent, what should the prime minister do? Wang Pu does not know how to fight, nor does he know how to be a martial artsman. He is not even as talented as a young general of nineteen years old. Wouldn't he be shameless?

The last time Guo Shao was able to be promoted to the inner palace to the marquis, the most effective thing should be Wang Pu’s recommendation. Although Wang Pu should be for Xiang Xun’s sake, he has always promoted you. He has promoted his prime minister in public? Is it really wise...

Guo Shao didn't plan to show this useless limelight, it was a waste of time, so there was no need to think about which one would come true.

He was about to postpone and said no, but the guy who wrote the "Sun Stone Poem" just now said rudely, "Forget it, look at him scratching his head and back like a monkey, I'm afraid he's worse than me. Don't waste everyone's time!"

Even those who become middle-level generals always have some people who can't even say anything. Maybe it's because they see Guo Shao sitting at the table below?

Mom |! Guo Shao was immediately furious, and he couldn't argue with him in public.

Could it be tolerated? Guo Shao thinks that tolerant can be tolerated, after all, it is irrelevant and salty. But if there is no need to bear that tone, Guo Shao doesn't want to swallow his character... Why do I have to feel uncomfortable and give in to you? You can't even make lispiano, so I'll get angry on me. Are you happy, am I unhappy?

Guo Shao immediately smiled and said, "I have it!"

When everyone saw that he looked like a young military general and was sitting in the military general's seat, they were happy to see him make a fool of themselves. At this banquet today, what poems Zhao Kuangyi had messed with, and then except for Wang Pu, it had turned into a nonsense. The military generals looked at each other's embarrassment in writing to make fun of each other.

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

Guo Shao chanted calmly: "Little Xiao Erlang, I'm carrying that schoolbag to school. I'm not afraid of the sun or the wind and rain. I'm just afraid that the teacher will call me lazy. I have no knowledge to see my parents without any knowledge, and I have no knowledge to see my parents!"

If a general cannot understand Wang Pu's brilliant poem, no one must not understand this "poetry". Moreover, such a lyrics are actually read from Guo Shao's tall and upright young general, which really makes people laugh as much as they are.

Everyone looked at each other, and after a moment, they finally burst into laughter, laughing so hard that they were hiding and crying for pain. There was a guy who was the most exaggerated. While slamming the table, laughing fiercely, his tears were almost coming out... I was really afraid that he would roll on the ground, so how could Xiang Xun feel with his master?

Guo Shao and others were almost smiling, and only the "hehe" voice was left, and then they smiled and said to the general who just said to him: "General, which is better, my 'Xiao Erlang' song or your 'Sun-drying Stone Poem'?"

The general was very embarrassed for a moment.

Guo Shao was not afraid of offending him at all. What does it matter if the general who was nervous and talked nonsense? Maybe he forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

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

No matter what, Guo Shao calmed down all of a sudden. It might not be wise to leave a bad impression on Zhao Kuangyi as soon as he came. He didn't like this fat young man very much, but he didn't want to make a grudge with him too early... It was meaningless and useless.
Chapter completed!