Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 91 Shocking Fairy Poetry Club (3)

   "Uh, can you please repeat what you just said, I was distracted just now."

  Just now, he was concentrating on which delicious dish to try next, and suddenly his name was called. Zhu Pingan couldn't hear what the person said for a while, so he had to stop his chopsticks and raised his head to ask the person.

But I didn’t want to, I looked up and found that everyone present was staring at me in surprise, uh, this is the largest and richest banquet I’ve ever seen since the Ming Dynasty, I just want to try something new That's all, don't watch around.

"You are Zhu Pingan, the top talent in Huaining County. We all wrote poems to share with everyone. You have been silent all the time, but you look down on us?" The student who stepped forward repeated what he had just said, deliberately using In the vernacular, it satirizes Zhu Ping'an's lack of ink and can't understand classical Chinese.

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

   "Oh, poetry."

  Zhu Pingan repeated a sentence softly, then shook his head lightly, and said modestly, "I'm not very good at composing poems, so forget it."

   Whoops

I go

   not good at writing poetry

  You are quite honest

   But if you think that you can avoid poetry by doing this, you are very wrong! It must have underestimated us too much.

With a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, the student who stepped forward took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "Your Excellency is too modest, a famous top talent, young and promising, I wait for everyone who doesn't know who doesn't." Xiao, please don't refuse."

   "That's right, don't refuse, the poem you wrote in the Ten-mile Changting Pavilion about being bitten by a snake and hearing a bird singing, um, that, that is quite refreshing for us."

   Immediately someone next to him echoed, pointing to the notorious poem about being bitten by a snake and hearing a bird singing that Zhu Pingan once wrote in the Ten Mile Chang Pavilion, and at the end he made fun of it with something refreshing.

  For a while, there was laughter and laughter in the building.

The singer who was in charge of singing at the poetry club, Meimu looked at the young man who was questioned by everyone with sympathy. The weak and the weak are mostly sympathetic to each other.

   "I was bitten by a snake once, and I heard birds singing everywhere. Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a group of egrets went up to the blue sky hahaha, catchy, isn't this a good job, don't say no."

  Someone read aloud Zhu Pingan's poems, accompanied by laughter.

The beautiful singer who is in charge of singing, this is also the first time I heard Zhu Pingan's poems. In order to please the guests, the singer who is in a laughing place has worked **** poems and songs. Now I heard Zhu Pingan read by others I can't help but be disappointed. People of this level can still pass the county examination high school list. Thinking about it, it can only be made sense by relying on the influence of family background. Looking at Zhu Ping'an's gaze also carried a hint of contempt.

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

  Everyone made a fuss about this poem, asking Zhu Pingan to write another poem.

A fellow villager sitting next to Zhu Pingan was worried that Zhu Pingan did not understand the seriousness of the matter, fearing 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, and signaled Zhou Xuezheng over there and others.

  So that's the case, Zhu Pingan swept around the crowd, and a silly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   "Oh, that poem, but I made it as a joke."

  Zhu Pingan got up when everyone was about to laugh, and seemed a little embarrassed, with a silly smile on his face, and said very sincerely.

  ga

  Everyone’s laughter stopped abruptly. The poems you laughed for a long time were simply made by others as a joke to make people happy, so how can you laugh at them.

  But soon, he laughed again.

   There was a hint of self-deprecation in the laughter, it was really funny, I was almost fooled by this boy, I did it as a joke, did you do it as a joke, it must be an excuse for evasion.

   "Is it 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 parting from my relatives at the Ten Mile Changting Pavilion, I saw that everyone was unhappy, so I wrote that joke, just to ease the atmosphere."

  Zhu Ping'an's tone was very sincere, but in the eyes of everyone, it was a bluff.

  Everyone will look at Zhu Pingan with strange eyes. It is too shameless to write a poem as a joke if it is not good.

  The student who stepped forward was also a quick-witted generation. As soon as Zhu Ping'an finished speaking, he followed Zhu Ping'an's words and said:

   "Oh, that looks like a joke."

   This is the end of the discourse, and there is a sudden turn

   "Then please make a poem seriously now, let me wait and open my eyes."

When everyone heard the words of the student who stepped forward, they couldn't help cheering in their hearts, that's it, haha, you said you made it as a joke, then let's make a serious song for us to see now, haha Ha ha.

  Use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son.

The student who stepped forward left a good impression in the minds of everyone, even Zhou Xuezheng, Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao, and others. Seeing the admiring gazes of Zhou Xuezheng and others, the student who stepped forward endured the pain. I can't help but feel wise for my decision-making.

  Opportunities are created by people.

  The student who stepped forward was satisfied with his decision to stand up. Looking at Zhu Pingan, a rich man, he felt cute and pleasing to the eye.

   "Seriously make one"

   "make one"

  Everyone was so angry that they made Zhu Pingan seriously write a poem, waiting to see Zhu Pingan's jokes, making Huaining County make a big fool of himself.

Zhou Xuezheng and the others also stared at Zhu Ping'an intently, to see what ridiculous and generous poems this gangster made, and then took them to meet the lord of the government. The imperial examination is a place for the selection of talents for the country, and the discipline must be strictly examined. , severely punish this person, and even hold Huaining county honorable accountable, absolutely no sand can be tolerated.

"okay."

  Zhu Pingan glanced at the crowd and nodded. Everyone looked at him helplessly, and it would be too ungrateful to refuse. Moreover, looking at Zhou Xuezheng's black face, if I don't make a poem that satisfies him this time, I'm afraid I will be killed by him this time to show it to monkeys, and I won't even think about the imperial examination in the future. This is not what I want to see, everything is inferior, only reading is high, but I want to go on this road for a long time.

   "The bird that was bitten by a snake and heard the song is a joke version of the Ten-mile Changting Pavilion. Here is a serious version, um, that's it."

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

  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 on the ink slightly, and handed the rice paper full of words to the student who stood up.

  The student had a mocking smile on his face, and he didn't expect much from the poem Zhu Pingan handed over. The way Zhu Pingan splashed ink just now was also considered by him as a last resort and a bluff.

  The student looked at Zhu Ping'an's poems with mocking eyes, thinking to see what kind of poems this "talented man" who was bitten by a snake and heard birds singing was forced by himself to make a poem that made people laugh for thousands of years.

However

   just a glance

  The mockery on that student’s face withered away, and he looked constipated

   What's the matter, everyone is very curious, how can there be such an expression, could it be said that the poems written by that "big talent" are really so unsightly?

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

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

  When the rice paper was passed to Zhou Xuezheng, the rice paper was already crumpled by everyone, but the characters on it became more and more clearly visible:

  Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky. The sound of the willow flute blows in the evening wind, and the setting sun is beyond the mountains.

  At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of friends are scattered. A ladle of turbid wine to make the rest of the fun, don't dream of cold tonight.

   Zhou Xuezheng couldn’t take his eyes off the rice paper for a long time

The atmosphere of the Jingxian Poetry Club became very strange at this time. From the beginning of the poetry session, everyone was laughing and drinking. Even when they were laughing and coaxing Zhu Ping'an, it was very lively. But at this moment, the atmosphere was a little strangely quiet. After reading a poem, someone will comment on Yunyun, but at this moment, no one speaks out, and everyone looks constipated.

   (It’s the third watch, the number of words in this chapter is not too small, so everyone is reluctant to encourage collection and recommend it)

  (end of this chapter)