"Haha, I haven't played the piano for many days, and my hands are a lot rusty, and I laugh when I see it!" Pei Yan rubbed his wrist and laughed. It's just that you're smiling so proudly, are you really embarrassed?

Xiao Han pursed his lips, but Zhang Bao was stroking his palms and laughing, and even the more stable Yuan Dake kept nodding.

The two of them have also learned some of the six arts of the gentleman, but in the way of "music", they are not as good as Pei Yuan in any case!

After the display was finished, the guqin was returned to Lao Suo, and the dancing girls danced again, because of Pei Yuan's encouragement, the movements were three points more beautiful than just now.

Draining the wine in the wine cup in one gulp, the maid next to her hurriedly filled Pei Wei again, and a pair of charming eyes seemed to be dripping water.

There was some heat on his body, so he simply took off his outer robe. Pei Yuan was wearing a white undershirt, and said to Xiao Han a little uninhibitedly: "Xiao Hou, happy today!" The old man also presented an ugly song just now, do you see if it's ......"

"If you play the piano, it's my business! How good is it? Xiao Han rolled his eyes widely, and cursed in his heart.

However, this is also a little jealous in his heart, after all, where will he be for a high-end thing like the guqin? Since I was a child in an orphanage, let alone a guqin, I can't afford a harmonica! He'll whistle when it comes to music, and that's all the stuff of ruffians now!

"Hehe, this is in the lower hand, so I won't be ugly!" Under the eyes of a bunch of beauties, no matter how big Xiao Han's heart is, he is embarrassed to say that he is different from these bullshit, so he can only find a reason to prevaricate in the past.

Xiao Han admits defeat, but Pei Yuan doesn't intend to let him go.

Shaking his head, Pei Yuan looked at Xiao Han and said: "The music is really a small way, if you want to say that the old man is in Chang'an, I heard that Xiao Hou's poetry is outstanding!" Why don't you let the old man open his eyes here? ”

"Oh? And what else is there? When Yuan Dake and Zhang Bao on the side heard this, they were immediately interested, and they turned their heads to look at Xiao Han together.

"No, no, it's all a lie!" A room full of people were looking at themselves, Xiao Han hurriedly waved his hand awkwardly, and he had already scolded in his heart!

How can this old bastard be so familiar with himself? In Chang'an, he just "wrote" a few poems just to show off in front of Xue Pan, how could he also know?

"Neither nor not!" Seeing that Xiao Han refused to give in, Pei Yuan was not in a hurry, and slowly shook his wine glass and said to Yuan Dake and Zhang Bao: "You don't know, Xiao Hou's poem: Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times!" A must! Such heroic verses, the old man thinks that few people in the world can make them! How can this be considered a fallacy? ”

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have come back to fight in ancient times?" Yuan Dake recited these two lines of poetry in his mouth, repeated them several times, and then slapped the table, stared at Xiao Han and said, "Good poem!" I wonder if Xiao Hou can give me advice, so that I can be lucky enough to hear the rest of the sentences? ”

Pei Yan laughed, and without waiting for Xiao Han to speak, he preemptively said: "I'll read it to you, this poem is the old man's favorite!" The full poem is:

Wine Luminous Glass,

If you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled,

How many people have returned to the ancient war?

How about it, be a must! ”

"Wonderful!" Yuan Dake got up and saluted Xiao Han solemnly: "I didn't expect Xiao Hou to be so literate, the lower officials admire, admire!" ”

The ancients were polite, and this was not for him, but it was for him, and it excited him! However, the slander in the heart is slandered in the heart, and everyone is polite, and Xiao Han has no choice but to return the courtesy: "Be polite, be polite." ”

The two of them were still returning the salute like fools, and Pei Yuan's voice came from the side again: "Xiao Hou is outstanding, needless to say, today's situation and this scene, why don't Xiao Hou write another poem, let me open my eyes again?" ”

"Good!" Yuan Dake nodded again and again, and Zhang Bao grinned! The beauties around looked at Xiao Han in amazement, so that Xiao Han didn't even have a chance to refuse!

He drank a lot of wine, and his mind was a little excited, Xiao Han couldn't stand the repeated instigation of a few people, so he had to try to remember what poems were suitable for singing in the Qinglou.

Writing poetry is not making up nonsense, it needs to correspond to the scene, and plagiarism is naturally the same! Can't you take out the horse-made Lu Fei now, and the bow is like a thunderbolt, so that it will be directly exposed?

"Which poem is better? Hey, there you have it! Looking down and thinking about it, Xiao Han's eyes suddenly lit up, and he just remembered a poem, which seemed to be facing this time.

Raising his head and clearing his throat, Xiao Han looked at the woman who had been following him and said:

"It's not love the dust, it seems to have been mistaken by the predecessor.

When the flowers fall and the flowers bloom sometimes, it is always the monarch of the East.

If you go, you need to go, and how to live.

If the head is full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave returns. ”

After a poem was sung, there seemed to be voices echoing in the room.

Xiao Han stood alone in the middle of the room, several other people next to him were bowing their heads to taste this poem, and several women were even more tearful at this time.

"It's not love the dust, it seems to be a mistake in the past!"

In the opening sentence, how helpless is the woman who has exhausted the dust? If fate could choose, who would be left behind? The last sentence: "If you get a mountain flower full of heads, don't ask where the slave returns." It also points out the desire of the Qinglou woman for ordinary life!

"Admire! The old man admires! After reciting the whole poem silently several times in his heart, Pei Yuan shook his head and said to Xiao Han: "The old man not only admires Xiao Hou's literary brilliance, but also admires Xiao Hou's sage mind!" However, in life, there are always things that are not satisfactory. Some people say: All things in the world are born with their own status levels, and this is a fixed number! What does Xiao Hou think? ”

"Huh? Who's talking? What does it mean that people are born into three, six, nine and so on? Xiao Han was also a little smoky at this time, and after listening to Pei Yuan's words, he scolded without thinking about it! But after he finished scolding, his originally hot head suddenly felt cool, and Xiao Han suddenly shut up.

Odd! Pei Yuan's sentence just now is too strange, a poem by himself. Even if there is some grievance, how can it be involved in the hierarchy?

You must know that this sentence goes down further, it is the famous prince and general, rather there is a kind! This is the remark of rebellion!

His heart was cold, Xiao Han looked at Pei Yan suspiciously, but Pei Yuan's eyes were confused at this time, and he staggered to Xiao Han's side and shook his shoulders and said, "Hahahaha, what Xiao Hou said is deep in my heart!" Confucius's words, after being modified by Dong Zhongshu, were used to please the monarch, they are really sinners, today's occasion is not right, and if there is a chance in the future, you and I can study it together. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Xiao Han made a big siren in his heart, and secretly looked at Zhang Baoyuan and the two of them. The two of them were still silent in the poem just now and couldn't extricate themselves, and they didn't find Pei Yuan's abnormality!

"Isn't it that after the dethronement of the hundred schools of thought and the exclusive respect for Confucianism, all the scholars were students of Confucius? Why is this Pei distance so strange? He called Confucius Confucius? Although respectful, but it always sounds a little extraordinary, you must know that now other people call Confucius but directly: Master, or the Most Holy! ”