Jia Huan was dissatisfied with Lin Xinyuan's approach, so he roasted it on the fire, but now he couldn't get out.

The host of the banquet, Xiucai Liu Guoshan, bowed his hand to Jia Huan and said, "This friend has been invited, but he has not yet asked for advice." ”

Jia Huan politely returned the salute and said, "In Xia Jia Huan, study at home." He is friends with Brother Lin. Today, thank you for your hospitality. ”

Jia Huan said this very politely. Liu Guoshan smiled: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The sage said: When you hear the Tao, you can die at night. Since Lin Ziming said that Brother Jia is talented, I will wait for Brother Jia's good poems first, and then borrow the poems to drink and drink happily. ”

Many children coaxed together: "That's how it should be." "The atmosphere was warm. They are all readers who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement.

At this time, Chen Jiayun, who was wearing a green shirt, sneered, "The boy with knotted hair also dares to speak poetry?" Do you recognize all the thousand-word texts? "He can hear it, how can the family of the teacher who can be invited be poor? Jia Huan is also good friends with Lin Xinyuan, the son of the big businessman Jia, and he should be the same kind of person with a rich family background. This made him particularly unhappy.

A scholar laughed and said, "Why should classmate Chen be cynical. At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Luo Bin Wang made a poem of 'Song of Goose' at the age of 7, and today he knows that Jia Xiaoyou can't write poetry? Listen to it. ”

Chen Jiayun is famous for his cynicism among his classmates, and he likes two poems of Du Gongbu the most: Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. But whoever comes from a wealthy family, he will not like it.

Chen Jiayun laughed and said, "King Luo Bin hasn't produced one in the past thousand years. The three great talents of the Ming Dynasty, Xie Jin, Yang Shen, and Xu Wei, all of them are well-versed in the past and the present, and they are extremely talented, and they have not seen any young people with early onset. If Friend Jia wants to recite Li Du's poems, don't show them out. ”

Someone laughed and said: "Otherwise, Yan Song, a traitor of the former dynasty, entered the county school at the age of nine, and became famous at the age of ten. ”

No way. You can't have a good time! Chen Jiayun's momentum when he questioned Jia Huan was interrupted by his classmates again, and his face turned red with anger.

Jia Huan also saw that although this classmate Chen was a child and was a leader in today's party, his popularity was not good.

Of course, the popularity of the rich second-generation classmate Lin next to Jia Huan is not necessarily much better.

Although Chen Jiayun's momentum of hatred was interrupted by his classmates, Jia Huan was still unhappy with his contempt. He was originally a calm adult, but at this time, he had just drunk two glasses of Yuquan wine, and the wine came up, and he said-for-tat: "

This friend Chen invited. In the lower though young. I also heard Mr. say that Han Changli said: There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry, and that's it. There is no reason to judge learning by age. ”

After that, he recited: "Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, and they are no longer fresh. There are talents from all generations, each leading the way for hundreds of years! ”

The box was silent for a few seconds, and then erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good poetry!"

Liu Guoshan said: "Good spirit. That's exactly how it should be. Tang poems and Song lyrics have been written to the extreme, written to the end. But there are talents from all generations, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Friend Jia is talented, I am not as good as him. ”

Qiao Rusong nodded lightly. Jia Huan has such a boldness at a young age, and it is really rare to have a chapter of export.

The scholar who was analogous to Jia Huan and Yan Song just now was called Xu Yinglang, and his words were humble, and he smiled at this time: "Good poetry." I'm about to listen to Friend Jia's masterpiece. Get a pen and paper. ”

Chen Jiayun sneered and stared at Jia Huan.

Lin Xinyuan, who was beside Jia Huan, stared at Chen Jiayun with a sneer: See if you are still crazy?

Jia Huan took the pen and paper from the maid's hand and picked it up on the wine table. Qiao Rusong next to him said: "The begonias in the Guanfu are occasional." The east wind curls up and spreads the sublime light, and the fragrant mist is empty and the moon is in the corridor. I was afraid that I would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I burned a high candle to shine red makeup. ”

"Good poetry!" The children here are all knowledgeable. To test Xiucai, you have to test the poem. Rhyme, couplet, these are all basic skills. Who hasn't memorized "Pairs", "Rhyme Poems", "Xunmeng Sentences", and "Liweng Rhymes"? If it weren't for the Son of Heaven's heavy articles, there would be many people who memorized Tang poems and Song lyrics.

Jia Huan took out Su Shi's song of begonias, which was naturally applauded. A "fear" character is written to enjoy the mood of flowers: the kind of wild, free and easy, drunk, flowers as friends, lonely and lonely and so on.

If Jia Huan is a few years older, the children are afraid that they will ask him: Who is the begonia? With flowers as a metaphor for people, you can see the charm. Who is neurotic and looks at flowers at night? It is the right solution to look at the beauty in the beauty boudoir.

Tong Sheng poured a glass of wine for Jia Huan, Jia Huan picked it up and drank it, his head fluttering, and asked Chen Jiayun, "After the eight-year-old boy finished writing poems, please ask Chen Friend to take out your poems and take a look." ”

This is a slap in the face.

The soldiers present were amused. Jia Huan's two poems have already shown their skills. No problem. Mr. Chen is doing this on his own. Of course, no one expected an 8-year-old to be so powerful!

Chen Jiayun's face was depressed and a little unsightly. Although he has a talent for poetry, how can he compare with a poetry copyist like Jia Huan?

Lin Xinyuan drank wine and sneered: "I heard classmate Chen's talk just now, why is it dumb now." The ugly daughter-in-law wants to see her in-laws after all. Take it out, let all the students, seniors taste the poems you are proud of. ”

Qiao Rusong shook his head. Lin Ziming's words were a little sour.

Chen Jiayun put it on the shelf, so he had to take out a Yongmei poem he had prepared, "The red crisp is broken all over Qiongbao, for whom it makes people haggard." When the layer of ice and snow is dark and fragrant, it will be dusk in the garden. ”

Xu Yinglang read out Chen Jiayun's poem. A few people applauded. Not bad indeed. And Lin Xinyuan is not very popular, and no one helps him ridicule Chen Jiayun.

Someone laughed: "A song of begonias and a song of Hanmei can be regarded as masterpieces." However, Mr. Chen's poem seems to have the meaning of a phoenix, and it is written to the poetry girl you admire. ”

"Haha!" The crowd laughed again. Su Shishi, the flower of the Department of Education, is fifteen years old, famous in the capital, and dominates. Where did these children have a fate? It's just that I've seen her cabaret from afar. The stunning beauty dances on her feet, which can make the Han Dynasty Feiyan mistaken.

Putting Jia Huan's Yonghaitang poems and Chen Jiayun's poems together to say that they are masterpieces is obviously nonsense.

Jia Huan was drunk, pouting his eyes, and looked at Chen Jiayun with a long face. Originally, the matter could have been revealed, but Jia Huan's breath in his heart was not finished, and he forcibly pretended to slap his face: "It's a coincidence." I also have a song about Yongmei.

If you want to ask Jiang Mei how thin she is, she just looks at the sad Cuiluo skirt. The musk bonnet is cold and smoked.

can withstand the twilight cold and lean on the bamboo, so he will teach spring not to open the door. Loquat flower bottom school bookkeeper. ”

This is the song "Huanxi Sha". From the famous poet of the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Rongruo, the favorite of all the Ming Dynasty online texts, the object of the most necessary to copy poems. The sentence "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan" has established his position in the history of Chinese literature.

At the age of twenty-four, he collected the lyrics, also known as "Drinking Water Words". Died at the age of thirty. Shi Renyun: "Every family sings "Drinking Water Words", how many people know Nalan's heart? It can be seen that the influence of his words is huge.

Wang Guowei, a master of the four great powers of the Republic of China, commented: If Nalan Rong looks at things with the eyes of nature and speaks with the tongue of nature, he has not been infected with the atmosphere of the Han people when he first entered the Central Plains, so it can really be so, since the Northern Song Dynasty, there is only one person.

Tang poems and Song lyrics. Wang Guowei, a master of Chinese studies, said, "Since the Northern Song Dynasty, there has only been one person. "That's a very high rating.

Jia Huan groaned and drank, and when he chanted the first sentence "I want to ask Jiang Mei how much she is thin", the laughter in the audience stopped abruptly, and they were silent, each looking at Jia Huan, listening with bated breath, witnessing the birth of the masterpiece.

A child sitting next to Jia Huan kept pouring wine for Jia Huan: the first-class Taixi Bai. A glass of wine, a poem. Fluttering like Feng Xuan resisting the wind!

Jia Huan's current pretense is undoubtedly extremely rough and has a very low technical content, so Nalan Rongruo's words and writing are naturally invincible. But please don't blame him. Since he crossed over to Jiafu, where has he really been happy?

As far as Baoyu's little kid cheated him, if he didn't slap him twice in the face when he was in junior high school, his name would be written upside down. With Nima stupid - forcing the rich second generation to have a virtue. Does the earth revolve around you? Come, who's afraid of whom?

As far as Wang Xifeng's faction is concerned, he always troubles him. If it weren't for her identity, she would really have to scold her face for blood. What is the scolding sentence "You know a few questions about the things of readers"? The scolding is not deep enough, it is not painful enough!

As far as Mrs. Wang's method is concerned, if it was really his boss, he would have smashed his resignation letter in her face. Let you pretend to be forced. Love, brother is not waiting!

There is also Jia Mu, who wants to kneel and kowtow to say goodbye. If the chairman of his company forcibly asked him to kneel, he would be angry and blood would be splattered five steps, believe it or not? Your uncle's!

"Loquat Flower Bottom School Scholar." After Jia Huan finished reading the last sentence, he pointed to Chen Jiayun, a boy in a green shirt with a long face, nodded his point in a flamboyant manner, and said, "Please don't compare your low-level poems with me... works put together. Thank you! ”

Chen Jiayun's face suddenly turned blue. But no one sympathized with him. He provoked this Jia friend with his disrespectful words. What else?

"Brother Lin, let's go." Jia Huan finished pretending to be forced, slapped his face, and helped Lin Xinyuan out of the box.

In the box, the seats were full of children and children.

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Lin Xinyuan helped Jia Huan out of the Drunken Immortal Tower. Zhao Guoji and Qian Huai followed by his side. Jia Huan was already drifting when he walked, but his mind was still sober, and he ordered: "Uncle, you go and hire a carriage to take us back." I'll have a few words with Brother Lin. ”

Lin Xinyuan smiled and said with joy, "Brother Jia is talented, I admire it!" I owe Brother Jia a big favor for this matter. ”

Jia Huan shook his head, "I have a question, Brother Lin doesn't deal with these children, why did he come to today's party?" ”

The smile on Lin Xinyuan's face froze slightly, and then he smiled bitterly: "Brother Jia, it's really hard to say!" ”

Jia Huan raised his hand and stopped: "Then don't say it." Hopefully there won't be a next time. Farewell. ”

He wasn't interested in listening to a man's thoughts. People like Lin Xinyuan can't be friends. I was simply roasted on the fire by him today. Of course, I won't turn my face with him on the spot. The gentleman broke off his friendship and did not speak ill of him. But it will alienate him afterwards.

Lin Xinyuan hurriedly chased after Jia Huan and said, "Brother Jia, Brother Jia, please listen to the next word." Something happened to my family. I really don't want to lose face in front of my classmates. ”

Jia Huan stood in the shade of the trees on the side of the road and glanced at Lin Xinyuan. By the way, I waited for Zhao Guoji to hire a carriage to come over.

At this time, what came to his mind was the beautiful shadow he had encountered in the rouge shop. It seems to be Lin Xinyuan's sister or younger sister. It's just that his memory is a little blurry now.

He had forgotten the posture and temperament of that beautiful girl.

However, Jia Huan couldn't do anything to covet Lin Xinyuan's sister or sister, so he continued to associate with Lin Xinyuan. In business matters, he can accept hypocrisy and deceit. But forget it in life.

After chatting with Lin Xinyuan for a few words, Jia Huan got into the carriage hired by Zhao Guoji and returned to Jiafu.

In his current state, he is really not suitable to deal with the old fox Lu Chengji and sell novels.

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In the winter of the 8th year of Yongzhi, Jia Huan's three poems began to circulate in a small area in the capital. Soon after, it spread among the Church Division.