Chapter 8: Poetry and wine ()

With this long call, Prefect Wang got off the sedan chair and took the stage.

All the yamen runners stopped behind the stage, followed by a pretty girl with a white face and a white body. Han Mu learned from the crowds of people that the prefect was named Wang Xianzhi, followed by his daughter, Miss Wang's name Yurun.

Han Mu thought about Wang Xianzhi several times in his mind, and suddenly remembered: One of the calligraphers in the Jin Dynasty called the father and son of the Two Wangs was Wang Xianzhi, whose father was Wang Xizhi, who was known as the saint of calligraphy. Could this be the Wang Xianzhi, who was famous for his small running script? This is also a great celebrity.

While he was thinking, the prefect had already arrived on the stage. Everyone had already stood up to salute. Prefect Wang smiled and returned the salute. Han Mu took the opportunity to look at him carefully. He saw that his face was thin and handsome, with a long sleeves and a long robe on his feet, and his feet were wearing wooden clogs. His aura was really extraordinary.

Wang Xianzhi had not yet sat down, so he looked around and said, "Today, you are rarely together. Sitting together one by one makes these young people a little restrained. How about we sitting together in the old and young group?" Everyone hurriedly said, "It's great!"

The servants came up and placed them in length, and placed them in left and right positions. The older generation sat on the right and younger generation sat on the left. The prefect sat on the middle and the back of the screen. For a moment, he ordered the banquet, and all kinds of delicious foods were placed on the flowing water.

The prefect Wang raised his wine bottle and smiled and said, "Everyone, today's Dragon Boat Festival, everyone drinks happily, eats delicious food and drinks realgar. This is the event. Later, I will invite the various rice dumplings that the emperor rewards for everyone to taste."

Everyone applauded, the zongzi rewarded by the emperor was the first time I was eaten. This time I was so lucky. The atmosphere on the stage was warm and everyone raised their glasses to drink.

Han Mu buried his head in eating. It was the first time that these dishes were eaten, such as deer lips, bison tail, peacock meat, and fish roe soup. They were all things he had never seen. Lord Wang really knew how to enjoy it. He had created so many tricks, but I don’t know how much it would cost to have this banquet.

After three rounds of wine, Wang Xianzhi said: "Wine but not poetry, there is less charm. There are so many young talents here, why not take a few poems to help us, the elderly, enjoy the wine?"

All the men said, "The suggestion is very good by sir."

I saw the prefect Wang say to the girl in white who was following him: "Run'er, let's take a look first and help all uncles and uncles enjoy the wine. Then I will take this today's scene as the topic."

"Yu Run's decree." Miss Yu Run stood up gracefully and said with a blessing. Then she left the table and went forward. A servant had already put on paper and ink. Miss Wang lowered her head and thought for a while and raised her pen and wrote:

The painted boat lies across the lake and the waterfront, and the colorful silk horns and millets are fresh. Every year, everyone is drunk every day, how many doctors can be hurried?

His handwriting is beautiful and graceful, just like Naifu, he is also a master of calligraphy. After writing, he returned to the table and sat down. His face was neither sad nor happy, and his face was as light and natural as it was. After savoring for a long time, everyone felt the charm of the poem and had enough aftertaste. Master Song said, "You should drink such a good poem!" Everyone applauded and drank the realgar wine in the cup.

Han Mu felt this poem carefully and felt that the poem contained a faint sense of sadness, and couldn't help but look at her more.

Next, a few young men came up to make a few songs, but they were mediocre works. It was Liu Rumei's turn, and she turned her eyes around and fell on the four girls behind Han Mu, with a naughty look in her eyes and wrote:

The light sweat is slightly penetrated by the green balls, and today we are muddy on the Dragon Boat Festival; the little wormwood is inserted into the green clouds and the silk butterflies are surrounding the beauty.

It turned out that it was a joke when I saw the green mugwort leaves and silk butterflies on the braids. When everyone saw her eyes and movements, they could not help laughing. The prefect Wang was an open-minded person and laughed very happily. The four girls had red faces and were secretly angry.

Han Mu felt that there was another meaning in this poem, so he turned sideways and said softly: "Envy, jealous?" Miss Liu, who was originally chuckling, suddenly blushed like a cloud of clouds, wishing he could pick up the bison tail on the table and suck him. Han Mu laughed.

The prefect Wang smiled and said, "It's rare, although it's a joke, but it's still charming. Brother Liu Xian, I envy you for giving birth to a talented girl."

Mr. Liu hurriedly stood up and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, the little girl is messing around, what's the talent to say?"

Lord Wang nodded slightly and turned to Han Mu and said, "Are you the Han Mu who examines copper coins?" Han Mu stood up and bowed, "It's right here."

"Sure enough, Feng Shen is handsome and talented." Lord Wang stared into his eyes and said, "It is surprising to act, and it is a famous person."

"I dare not make a fuss about it next time, and I am kind and don't care." This sentence has a pun, and on the one hand, it seems to be guilty of previous behavior.

Wang Xianzhi's eyes were bright and he said for a while: "Not bad, it's interesting. It's time for Nephew Han to write a poem, please."

Han Mu gave a gift: "Present ugly"

Han Mu was born in the arts of arts and had some attainments in poetry, songs and essays. But it’s okay to read and read. If he really wanted to write poetry, his calves were trembling, and he walked up with his teeth. On and off the stage, he looked around and picked up his pen and wrote:

The beautiful flowers are blurred by the eyes of tourists, and the clear water surrounds the spring mountains; the cloud flags are rushing to the present and the present, and they will not return without taking the lead.

A simplified Chinese running script is also a bit good. Everyone has savored it for a long time, and they all looked at Han Mu with some admiration. Wang Taishou read it several times, nodded slightly and said, "What do you think of this poem?"

A man in the left hand mat said, "It's simple and vulgar, a poor work." Xunsheng looked at him and saw that the person who spoke was a beautiful young man. Han Mu knew his name was Mr. Huang. It seemed that he was here to avenge the horseshoe's nail.

There was a gentle voice saying: "No, although this poem has no gorgeous words and the sentences are not very refined, it exudes a momentum of no other than me. A handsome man covers a hundred ugliness, and this is a masterpiece." The person who spoke was Miss Wang Yurun. The Han family members immediately became more fond of her.

Wang Xianzhi said: "Run'er's words are reasonable. Although I look at this poem, although it is about racing dragon boats, it reveals the ambition of Nephew Han's clouds and has lofty intentions. Is Nephew Han right? "

Han Mu said: "My lord is just talking about dragon boat racing, and there is no other intention."

Wang Xianzhi looked at him deeply and no longer studied. Everyone asked the prefect to write a poem to the finale, but Lord Wang did not refuse, "Xian Chou" and stood up and went to the paper and ink, rolled up his sleeves and hung his wrists, and wrote a poem about dragon and snake:

The youth is more passionate during the holidays, but who knows that he is feeling sad when he gets old; he does not follow the customs of the talisman, but prays for the wine to bring peace to the point of view.
Chapter completed!