I see the snow

Before the banquet started, it was almost time for the ministers to socialize and greet each other.

They clearly see each other every day when they go to court, but when they talk now, it seems that they haven't seen each other for eighteen years.I can't wait to say something to tell my heart.

And the closer the seats are, the more people are pushing the cups and changing the cups.

Yin Zhichuan watched boredly, and after a while, someone suddenly proposed to organize a poetry meeting.

"Each of us composes a poem and passes it on to everyone. We select the one with the best literary thinking and the most acclaimed poem, and present it to His Majesty for review."

The humane said: "Of course, the name is naturally covered during the selection, and it is an anonymous selection. Absolute fairness and justice are guaranteed."

"fair and just?"

Yin Zhichuan snorted and said, "I'm afraid this kind of talk is a lie and no one will believe it."

There is no other reason, only because the person who proposed this poetry meeting is Mo Bihuan's idiot son who failed the exam for many years.

He proposed a poetry meeting at such a stall, and declared that he would present the best ones to the emperor for review, which was nothing more than an idea to take the opportunity to please the emperor and make a good impression on himself.

"But... since he said that he wants to keep his name anonymous, how can he ensure that the person in the review is himself?"

Xi Huai asked: "According to what you said, his poems are not good, so it should be difficult to judge him."

"Maybe it's collusion."

Yinzhichuan didn't care much, and was very annoyed by the gossip among their civil servants: "Who knows what they are up to."

Xi Huai remained silent, frowning slightly, as if thinking carefully.

There were not many people interested in this poetry meeting, but because Mo Bihuan's son mentioned it, many civil servants who wanted to curry favor with him responded one after another.

The servants came up with wooden trays and delivered paper and ink to each seat.

After the words are written, they will be put away uniformly.

Yin Zhichuan hadn't planned to participate, but as soon as the rice paper fell on his desk, he was going to draw a bastard and throw it on——

It should be an honor to be ridiculed for the poetry meeting proposed by Mo Bihuan and his son.

However, what is strange is that Xi Huai hesitated for a moment, and asked him very softly:

"Can I try?..."

"you?"

Yin Zhichuan paused slightly, and said: "...such a poetry meeting, what is there to participate in?"

But he stopped immediately, thinking that this seemed to be the first time this young man begged him for something after he brought him back to the mansion.Immediately turned around again, said:

"...Well, you can try it if you want. It doesn't matter."

Xi Huai took the rice paper, picked up the Langhao brush, and lightly dipped it on the inkstone.

Yin Zhichuan looked at him, only to realize that the posture of this person laying paper and pen was quite correct, exactly like the habit and sitting posture formed after long-term teaching and practice.

It's completely different from the superficial skills of simply learning a few words, describing poems and composing poems to please benefactors in the Spring Tower.

Only then did I remember what Xi Huai said, his father was also a literati, and he had made some achievements.

The Xihuai man is thin, and when he lifts his pen, his wrists are exposed from his sleeves.

The cuffs are very wide, and following Xi Huai's movements, they slid down to his elbows.

The exposed forearm is clean and white, reflecting in the sunlight, like a piece of shiny jade.

Yin Zhichuan sat on the side, propped his head to look at him, for some reason, what Zhao Yunsheng said to Zhao Yunsheng when he just went up the mountain appeared in his mind, "What's so difficult about playing a young man? dear?"

His arm looks so shiny and clean, if it is really stripped...

Yin Zhichuan paused, and suddenly seemed to come back to his senses, and stopped the thought of holding this piece of jade in his hand.

Turned his gaze elsewhere.

Xihuai didn't know what was written, Yinzhichuan didn't ask, and he didn't take the initiative to show it to Yinzhichuan.

On the contrary, some malicious fragments floated over, and unknown officials around were whispering:

"Yo, this time the dandy Yinqi brought over will still write poems and lyrics?"

"Looking at the appearance, it's not bad, how much can you write?"

"What kind of dirty things can be brought to the Wangting Banquet? After leaving the door to the Yunlou, I really thought I was not a bitch."

Those voices were not loud, but they could be heard clearly in Xi Huai's ears.

Yin Zhichuan observed his expression, but saw that Xi Huai's expression was calm, as if he hadn't heard anything, and he was still writing his words very steadily.

When the servant came to put away the rice paper, he smiled slightly and said:

"A playful work, not worth mentioning."

In the middle of the banquet, a servant hung a white canvas.One person copied the poems sent up, and the other hung them on the white canvas.

After they are all hung up, one person will recite them.

"What do you think Mo Bihuan will think of to ensure that his son will definitely be the leader?"

Looking at the hurried figure in the middle of the banquet, Yin Zhichuan slightly raised his eyebrows, and asked: "This old boy is always very smart in crooked ways."

Xi Huai's expression was flat, and he sat very gracefully, still so deserted that he seemed to be out of this world.

"Smart is smart."

Xi Huai said indifferently: "It's just that sometimes... people are too smart, and they will be mistaken by their cleverness."

"The scenery in the mountains is unbearable, and everything in the sky and the world is upside down. Who knows, the fate of this life, the infinite feelings are like the old years...!"

One person sang loudly: "——Mo Bihuan Mo Sir stay!"

Because he didn't participate in the selection of the poetry meeting, Mo Bihuan left his first and last name, and it was the opening chapter of the poetry meeting.

He stood up from his seat, cupped his hands in all directions, and said with a smile on his face, "Acceptance, acquiescence."

"Master Mo's heaven-given brush, with exquisite writing and thought, is really beyond compare."

"As expected of the head of the Yushitai, if such a pen does not work for His Majesty, isn't it a waste of Mr. Mo's talent?"

"Master Mo's poem really makes me feel embarrassed...!"

Not surprisingly, there was a lot of flattery all around.All the civil servants who wanted to curry favor with him were afraid that they spoke too late, and their voices were not loud enough, so Master Mo didn't notice.

Xi Huai listened silently, with a calm expression on his face——

It was his father's word.

It's just that a few words have been changed, and even the name of the Ci Pai at the beginning of the word has not changed.

It's just ridiculous that his father wrote this poem when he was still young, he had a disagreement with his mother, the two broke up, and he wrote it to ask Xihuai's mother for peace.

Who knew that today, Mo Bihuan would use it as a congratulatory speech at the Wangting Banquet, it was extremely ridiculous.

"What did you write?"

Yinzhichuan listened to the mediocre poems on the field, playing with paper frogs while asking Xihuai.

With a calm face, Xi Huai shook his head and replied:

"I didn't do well enough to be worth mentioning."

"Oh, is it?"

Yin Zhichuan paused for a moment, raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing it.

"Yes."

Xi Huai remained calm, he just lowered his eyes and smiled: "When I read it later, it won't attract much attention. It would be great if everyone in the arena smiles."

However, viewed from the side, Xi Huai's face was cold and fair, like a piece of porcelain white jade.His eyelashes are like a small cattail fan, sweeping over the eyelids, casting a small blue shadow.

It looks indifferent and secretive.

He was sitting there with a handsome figure, but Yin Zhichuan suddenly felt that he seemed to have hidden a lot of bad water.

"The mountains are blurry, the water is swaying, and the east wind blows the flowers, but I vaguely remember the old travels, and the reunion is the return of spring.

Swallows are double-dwelling, warblers are half-drunk, and a song of a bird wakes people up. Dreams of fragrant grasses at the end of the world are hard to find, and the sky is full of red flowers. "

"Mountain Ghost Gate, the lower village of Buddha Beaver Temple. Looking at the cloud and mist. The sky is dark, and I lean on the dangerous fence to stare. People in my eyes, stop talking about everything, and draw a new picture."

……

I read a few more poems, all of which were mediocre poems.

Many people yawned and wondered why the banquet hadn't started yet.

until the end -

"No. 30 nine!"

A servant who recited poems sang: "——'Wu Yunchao enters the emperor's platform, and the longevity of the thousand years will open here.

There is no point in the world to travel far away, and a goose comes from a thousand miles away.

The king's kindness is broad and there is no reward, and the minister hates and worries to the mountains and seas.

The eight sons failed to repay favors and disgraces, and there will be a period of discouragement. '"

... The eight sons failed to be favored and humiliated, and there will be a period of discouragement.

The eight sons failed to be favored and humiliated, so there is nothing to be discouraged...! !

At the seat full of civil servants, everyone who had been bored had a meal, and the yawning courtiers also froze, and the court suddenly fell silent.

After a while, someone murmured: "This poem... this poem is good..."

"This poem is good...!"

He applauded slowly, and after that, all the people at the banquet burst into applause as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"The person who can write such a poem at the Wangting Banquet is extraordinary."

Even Yin Zhichuan narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, he lightly pressed the paper frog on his fingertips, causing the paper frog to jump out, and said: "I never imagined that there are such talented and courageous people in the government and the public."

Xi Huai lightly poured a cup of wine, and said with a smile: "It's just an ordinary work, and I can't afford such absurd praise from a major general."

"It's not a compliment."

However, Yin Zhichuan said seriously: "It is unexpected that there are people who can write such poems in today's court."

He has always been a playful, playful and uninhibited person, and he has rarely praised others in such a serious manner.

"You do not know."

Yin Zhichuan said: "If this poem is placed elsewhere, it will only have the advantages of openness and excellent writing style. But at today's Wangting Banquet, it will be more than that...!"

—— At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Sheng Yang had eight aristocratic families.

They made great contributions and received generous rewards from Sheng Yang's ancestors.

But in the generation of the new emperor Shen Yan, the aristocratic family has become more powerful, and the king and the aristocratic family have always been at odds.

Such a poem refers to the eight aristocratic families as "the eight sons have not been rewarded for favor and disgrace, and there will be a period of discouragement."Not only cleverly expressed his loyalty, he never forgot his kindness when he traveled to the ends of the world, and was eager to repay him; he also frankly expressed his sadness at the king's distrust of himself.It is really ingenious and courageous to propose at such a Wangting Banquet held to enhance the relationship between the monarch and his ministers.

Dengshi has a very different meaning.

Everyone was discussing, Yin Zhichuan said:

"I don't know which civil servant made it. When you pass by his house in the future, you can go up and say hello."

He bent one knee carelessly, resting his hands on it.It really looks like a ten-tenth demon king in the world.

He said he was going to "say hello", but if he wanted to come, he might not necessarily want to be "greeted" by him.

There were whispers on the field for a while, but the strange thing is that after a long time, this poem that has received unanimous praise is still hanging there alone, and no one has come to claim it.

"Could it be because our poetry meeting didn't set a lottery?"

Some people wondered: "So that the person who took the leader doesn't bother to stand up and admit it?"

"It may also be because they are afraid of offending the Mo family and their sons, so they dare not admit it."

Listening to the many suspicious voices on the field, Yin Zhichuan suddenly thought of something, turned his head, looked towards Xi Huai beside him, and asked:

"What did you write? . . . Could it be you who wrote this poem?"

Xi Huai was watching the banquet quietly, not knowing what he was waiting for.Seeing Yin Zhichuan suddenly turned to him, he paused and said:

"No."

Yin Zhichuan was a little suspicious, but when he looked at the field again, someone stood up and said:

"In that case, I have to admit—"

"This scribbled poem was written by mere mere talents...!"

Everyone looked at the place where the voice came out, and saw a young man beside Mo Bihuan stood up, put on a shy attitude, cupped his hands and said with a smile:

"Assignment, acceptance."

"..."

Yin Zhichuan said: "How could it be him?"

The person who stood up to claim the best poem was Mo Bihuan's idiot son, Mo Chenting.

He has always been famous all over the world for his outstanding knowledge, how could he write such poems?

——That's unless the seeds of the brain were opened and ink was directly poured into it.

There was silence at the table, but only for a short while.Immediately, more of Mo Bihuan's henchmen came to their senses, applauding each other.

Give Mo Bihuan's idiot son a blast.

"joke."

Holding his wine glass, Yin Zhichuan said with a sneer: "If Mo Chenting could write this kind of poems, his father wouldn't go around copying other people's words. Wouldn't it be enough to let his own son be his gunner?"

"But if it wasn't for him."

Xi Huai said slowly: "Why didn't anyone come forward to claim this poem?"

"It must be that he used his power to suppress people."

Yin Zhichuan said: "Whoever writes the best poems will definitely give him—!"

Xi Huai didn't answer, but with a slight smile on his lips, he drank the glass of wine that Yin Zhichuan poured on the table, and said softly:

"Oh, is it?"

However, among the civil servants on the field, there were obviously people who thought the same as Yin Zhichuan.

Amid all the flattery and flattery, there was a slight sneer and said:

"The thieves in the streets and alleys steal people's money, but they only steal three coins and hardware; the thieves in the poetry venue steal people's words and works, but they steal invaluable talent."

"Who is that?"

The banquet suddenly fell silent, everyone turned their eyes to look at the past, Xi Huai also turned his head to follow the sound, and asked Yin Zhichuan.

"Lin Kun."

Yin Zhichuan squinted his eyes: "I just entered Yushitai last year, a newcomer who doesn't quite get along with Mo Bihuan."

"he……"

Xi Huai paused for a moment, noticing that the young man's seat was not in the front row: "How dare he talk to Chief Yushi like this?"

"Of course he dares."

Yinzhichuan bent his lips, with an indescribably mocking expression on his face: "Who do you think he is? ——He is the heir of the Lin family who has been the crown prince for generations!"

Sheng Yang's Lin family, if it is said, it is probably known to everyone among the scholars in the capital of stars and fields.

If Yinzhichuan's origin, Zhen Guogong's mansion, is the highest point for generations of generals and military officers, then Lin's mansion is another peak - it is the place where every scholar in Shengyang aspires to.

"After Lin Kun entered the court, because he did not form a camp with any party, he was squeezed out to sit in the bottom seat."

Yin Zhichuan said: "It's not that his official position is not high. Otherwise, with his character of not rubbing sand in his eyes, if he offended so many people, he would have packed up his things and left, and those alien parties in the court would not be so angry with him Half dead, and helpless."

At this time, Lin Kun's eyes were cold, and he was sitting at the last seat, still stuck in the civil servants like a thorn that would not be broken.

"you……"

Mo Bihuan lowered his voice: "Mr. Lin, what do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

Lin Kun raised his eyes, smiled faintly, and said, "Just a casual word, Mr. Mo doesn't have to take it seriously."

"You are satirizing that the poem was not written by my son!"

"Whether this poem was written by Mr. Mo, everyone here must have the answer in their hearts."

"you……!"

Mo Bihuan said: "Then tell me, who wrote this poem?"

"I don't know what was written."

Lin Kun said: "I only know that the person who wrote such poems must have already won the first place, so he won't lose his name many times."

Mo Bihuan's face turned green.

The rest of the civil servants at the banquet did not dare to speak anymore——

They can't afford to mess with either of these two people.

One is the chief censor, and the other is the first son of the aristocratic Lin family.Such a quarrel made any one of them unhappy, and they couldn't bear to go around.

Yinzhichuan put down his wine glass, and folded his arms to watch the play.

"You said they were arguing," he asked, as if he didn't think it was a big deal after watching the excitement, "Lin Kun scolded in poetry, can that old bastard Mo Bihuan understand?"

Xi Huai sat beside him, but his eyes were slightly cold.

There was something strange in his expression, a pair of dark glass-like eyes kept looking at the field, as if the situation that had already quarreled was not what he expected.

What is he waiting for.

"His Majesty……"

He opened his mouth——

"Your Majesty is here!!—"

At this moment, when the atmosphere between Lin Kun and Mo Bihuan had dropped to freezing point, a burst of ceremony and music suddenly sounded——

The new emperor is at the banquet.

The heavy and orderly footsteps of the imperial guards cleared the way to both sides, retreated in a hurry, bowed their heads and saluted——

A young king with a high crown and a broad belt stepped in from his attendants and followers. He was dressed in a bright yellow robe, with a face like a crown jade, and a smile on his face.

It looks dignified and gentle.

All of a sudden, all the ministers on the side of the road stood up, bowed their heads and saluted, shouting:

"My king Wan'an, the prosperous country has no boundaries!"

The new emperor bent his eyes slightly, and said "flat body" with a very approachable appearance.

Indicate that they don't need to be too polite, just do whatever they want.

"I just heard what Master Mo and Lin Aiqing were talking about."

Xindi smiled slightly and said, "Isn't it why?"

Mo Bihuan was worried that he had nowhere to seek justice, so he immediately wiped his nose and tears, and explained the matter in detail.

"Your Majesty, you have to decide for the child!"

Mo Bihuan curled up his obese body, sat on the ground, and cried: "He used to be a little naughty, but he has learned to work hard recently. I didn't expect to get some achievements, but he was insulted by Mr. Lin like this..."

The new emperor turned his gaze to Lin Kun, who turned his face slightly, looking indifferent.

"Submit the poem written by Mr. Mo."

The new emperor said: "Let me take a look first."

"Hey, hey!"

Mo Bihuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly urged the servants behind him: "Hurry up and present it to Your Majesty... Your Majesty's eyes are like a mirror, and you can tell at a glance whether it was made by a dog, and give him justice... The dog wrote this poem, not for it." Fame and fortune. As long as you can get a word of praise from His Majesty, it is already a blessing that cannot be cultivated..."

——He still wanted to recommend his son to enter the Hanlin Academy.

The thin paper fell into Xindi's hands.

He scanned roughly from top to bottom, and Mo Bihuan watched his expression intently.

At the same time, Xi Huai also waited quietly.

However, as time passed, there was no expression on Xindi's face.

After a long time, he put down the paper, looked at Mo Bihuan's son, couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, and asked:

"Mo Chenting, is this poem really written by you?"

Mo Chenting was puzzled, he vaguely noticed that the expression of the new emperor was a little different from before.But he didn't know what happened, he hesitated and said:

"...Yes, I wrote this poem..."

The thin rice paper was crumpled in Shen Yan's hands, he stared at Mo Chenting, suddenly laughed, but threw the wine cup on the table at him without warning:

"You are so courageous——!"