Chapter 520 Wangjiangnan.

When Duan Suxing explained Hua Lang, he used a lot of words of approval, and also said a few exaggerated words, when Hua Lang heard Duan Suxing's words, his head suddenly grew bigger, isn't it that he is afraid of something!

And things are really as Hua Lang expected, when Duan Suxing introduced himself like this, those talented people in Dali looked at Hua Lang's eyes a little wrong, in front of Duan Suxing, they didn't dare to say anything radical, but Hua Lang believed that they would definitely find an opportunity to embarrass themselves.

After such an introduction, we came to the middle of the garden, and among the flowers, there was a stream flowing through, and there were stones in the stream, so that the water of that section of the stream had to be circulated in those stone paths for a long time before it could flow downstream, and there was a stone bench next to the stream for everyone to sit idly, and beside the stone bench there was a round table, on which were placed some word books, and when the wind blew slightly, you could see the contents inside.

Duan Suxing led them to sit down on the stone bench next to the stream, and then said to the flower: "Every evening, I will fight against this group of talented people to chant poems here, collect good words for publication, these are our past achievements on the table, today there is a playboy present, our level has improved a lot, and the wine glass will flow to the playboy, please don't be stingy with pen and ink!" ”

Listening to Duan Suxing's words, Hua Lang's heart was heavy, and at this time, he suddenly realized the usefulness of this stream and those stones, isn't this a meandering water, wasn't it this when Wang Xizhi wrote "Lanting Collection Preface"?

Qu Shui Liuyu is a very elegant thing, but at this time, Hua Lang has no intention of enjoying such an elegant thing, he has only one thought in his heart, that is, the wine glass must not flow beside him.

Although Yin Wuxian and Hua Wan'er were curious about this kind of literati thing, they were not interested, so the two of them went to the side alone to admire the blooming flowers, and after Wen Meng noticed this, he whispered in Hua Lang's ear: "It seems that we are going to have a happy event for this sister of ours!" ”

Hua Lang turned around, and just saw Yin Wuxian pick a flower and put it in Hua Wan'er's hair, Hua Lang smiled: "It seems that this is necessary." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at this time, Duan Suxing sat on the stone bench across the stream and said, "Yang Wenxiao, you are a famous genius in our Dali, how about you put this wine glass?" ”

Yang Wenxiao was about thirty years old at this time, he was quite good, and the temperament of a literati was also very sufficient, after he nodded, he picked up a special wine glass, poured wine into it, and then gently placed it in the upper reaches of the stream.

The glass flowed slowly upstream, to someone, and the person happened to have an inspiration, so he took out the glass, drank the wine, and then recited his own poem.

Maybe it's because the talents of Dali want to behave, after the wine glass just flowed for a short distance, one of them picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and then chanted a song of raw chazi, Hualang still understands poetry, after he listened to the man's words, he felt that although there were still deficiencies compared to everyone, but in general it was already very good, so Hualang was very stingy and shouted good.

The man faintly had a look of pride, and then after filling the wine glass, he put the wine glass into the stream again, so that as soon as the wine glass flowed, the next genius of Dali took out the wine glass again, and after drinking, he gave a poem.

So back and forth, Dali's talents chanted one song after another, as if they were having some fun, Hua Lang saw them like this, and suddenly felt that his worries were superfluous, and he suddenly understood what was going on, it turned out that these Dali talents were dissatisfied with Duan Suxing's praise of him, so they wanted to embarrass Hua Lang, but how to give it, there are two situations, the first is to let Hua Lang frequently write lyrics, so that Hua Lang is embarrassed in lyrics, and the second is that they have been occupying the wine glass, so that Hua Lang has no chance to compose lyrics, In this way, Hwarang has no chance to perform, and it is also a blow to Hwarang.

Obviously, they chose the second case, and as for why they chose the more troublesome second option, it may be because they have heard of Hwarang's talent for a long time, so they don't give Hwarang a chance.

After playing with a stick of incense like this, Hua Lang didn't write a word, Wen Meng sat on the side and couldn't stand it, thinking that these Dali scholars were really bullying, and they had never seen such a game, but Hua Lang smiled, as if he was eager to do so, so although Wen Meng couldn't look past it, he didn't say anything.

At this time, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and there was a layer of dark clouds floating in the air, Duan Suxing glanced up, and suddenly became very interested, and said: "It's going to rain, it seems that God is also cheering for us!" ”

Not long after Duan Suxing finished saying this, a thin rain floated in the sky, the spring rain was like silk, falling in the stream to make a little ripple, Hualang looked at this scene, and felt that what Duan Suxing said just now was really good, and when the spring rain came, it really helped a lot.

Those talents in Dali played like this for a while, but while playing, they were a little bad, after all, they had to keep composing lyrics, and there was so much inspiration there, so gradually, their drinking speed slowed down, Duan Suxing seemed to be aware of the intentions of these Dali talents, so when the wine glass was about to flow to the talented man next to Hualang, Duan Suxing suddenly said: "The playboy first came to my Huating, if you don't make a song, it will be too faceless, you drink this glass of wine!" ”

As soon as Duan Suxing said this, the scholar who wanted to give the wine glass to the stop dared to stretch out his hand again, but Hua Lang saw that Duan Suxing said this, if he didn't drink it, he really couldn't say it, so he picked up the wine glass in the stream, drank it all, and then said: "Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has said so, if I don't make a song, I will really let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince misunderstand." ”

Hua Lang said that Duan Suxing misunderstood, and everyone immediately understood that Hua Lang's words meant something, which meant that they Dali's talents intended to tease, not that he Hua Lang didn't give face, Duan Suxing looked at those Dali talents after hearing this, their faces suddenly changed, and they bowed their heads and said nothing.

However, Duan Suxing didn't seem to blame them, he waved his hand to Hua Lang and smiled: "Don't care, don't worry about it, let's write lyrics, when I think of good words, I can't wait anymore." ”

Hua Lang bowed slightly, and then spoke:

Spring is not old, and the wind is thin and willow is oblique. Try to look at the transcendent platform, half a trench spring water and a city of flowers. Smoke and rain are dark.

After the cold food, the wine wakes up but sighs. Hugh thinks about the old people and the old country, and will try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.