Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

"Haha..." Xiang Xun laughed after finishing his lines, looking very happy. Today is a good day, of course he should be happy, maybe he also felt that he must be "excited" in front of so many guests.

Everyone chatted noisyly for a while, and invited Prime Minister Wang to sit down in the upper seat.

After a while, some servants came to the room and tidied up two square tables and joined them together. Put a lot of things on it, such as ink stones, short scabbards, books, bowls, strings of money, etc., placed in a circle. While everyone was having fun, a nanny came in with a child in her arms. The child was really smart and looked at the people in the room curiously without crying. All the generals booed for a while, and someone yelled with great interest: "Look at what the second son of the general's family can catch!"

Xiang Xun took the baby over and put it on the table in the hall. The child had no one to hold him, and even cried out with a whoosh. Everyone gathered around the table and chatted for a while, the baby finally stopped crying, and looked at the things on the table, turned over and got down, crawled for a while, and reached out to grab the inkstone.

Suddenly everyone was in an uproar, and a voice said: "Hey! Second Young Master Xiang doesn't want to inherit his father's mantle!"

Xiang Xun said with a smile: "If the child likes to read, it is of course a good thing. In the future, if he can become a pillar of the country like Prime Minister Wang, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Wang Pu, who was sitting in the upper seat, laughed when he heard it, and smiled while touching the goatee on his chin. When everyone heard it, they all agreed.

At this moment, a voice said: "I have a suggestion, why don't you write a poem to congratulate the general with the theme of the current scene and the current feeling today?"

Everyone followed the sound, and it turned out that it was Zhao Kuangyi, the younger brother of Zhao Du Yuhou who was speaking. Zhao Kuangyi's body was wide and fat, and he seemed to have grown up, but his voice was still a little bit childish, so he didn't sound as rough as the men, and his voice was a bit girly in comparison.

Zhao Kuangyi was a teenager, with thin skin and tender flesh, he was fat, and he spoke politely. He was a good young man who was harmless to humans and animals. In addition, he didn't have much status, so he was able to come here thanks to his elder brother Zhao Duyuhou. So everyone didn't give much face, and of course they were not afraid of offending such a fat young man who was like a scholar, and they all objected.

"Write what poetry? You're not kidding!"

"Haha, I know how to drink, what is writing poetry..."

No one really took Zhao Kuangyi seriously. The literati of the Five Dynasties didn't have a high status. It's okay to be a civil official. Isn't the literati without an official a joke? It's strange that the military generals would buy it. It doesn't matter if my elder brother is a general, and it's not that he himself is a general.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Xun said: "If Prime Minister Wang please give me a poem, I will consider it a real treasure!"

When everyone heard it, they immediately agreed with Xiang Xun. Wang Pu is a well-educated prime minister, so of course he can write poems... If he suddenly becomes popular with poetry, wouldn't it be very uninteresting for you not to let him write?

Wang Pu is also very cheerful today, he is really a distinguished guest here at Xiang Xun, he has been touted by Xiang Xun all the time, and he is highly respected. For a moment, he couldn't bear to refuse the kindness of Xiang Xun and the generals, so he reached out and touched his chin and pondered.

This calm movement immediately seemed to tell everyone with body language: I am going to compose a poem!

Everyone paused for a while, waiting expectantly. But maybe some of them don't understand at all. Even if Wang Pu composes an eternal swan song, I'm afraid it's playing the piano against a cow in front of some people.

Wang Pu said: "I have two sentences in my mind, but I didn't think about the last two sentences for a while. Poems are always hard to come by, and wonderful hands can be found by chance... I can't ask everyone to wait like this."

Xiang Xun hurriedly said: "Two lines are good! Poetry is not literature, so the more words the better, some people write dozens of lines that are not good, but two lines of good poetry are not as good."

"Passed, passed." Wang Pu waved his hand.

Guo Shao discovered today that Xiang Xun is not just a general, he is very different from those warriors who can only fight. Xiang Xunte is good at flattering, and he is very good at flattering... While complimenting others, he does not belittle himself, which is naturally not too much. Even if Wang Pu knew that Xiang Xun was deliberately flattering him, he would be very useful and would never resist; just look at Wang Pu's expression to understand.

A person can collapse in front of a mountain without changing his color, but not changing his color does not mean that he does not express the corresponding emotions in his words and deeds.

Sure enough, Wang Pu chanted slowly: "Jujube flowers can become fruit when they are young, but mulberry leaves are soft and silky."

"Okay!" Everyone cheered loudly regardless of whether they understood or not. Of course Guo Shao also joined in the joyful atmosphere and applauded.

Wang Pu waved his hand again: "Since the old man started, everyone should recite a few sentences if they have one, and congratulate General Xiang's second son. This young man, is your surname Zhao?" Wang Pu looked at Zhao Kuangyi and nodded at Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Kuangyi said: "I will never learn from Zhao Kuangyi."

During the question and answer, people became noisy again, who is interested in a white and fat young man introducing himself? They all talked and laughed to themselves.

So much so that when Zhao Kuangyi was reciting poems, even Guo Shao didn't hear exactly what he sang.

But when it was the turn of Zhao Kuangyin, Marquis of Duyu, the surroundings became a little quieter again. Even if someone was still talking and laughing loudly, he was reminded by his companion to listen temporarily. Zhao Kuangyin also wrote a quatrain, and Guo Shao noticed that it was really not good when he heard it, and it was almost like a half-literate doggerel; maybe "Song Taizu" was only good at winning the world immediately, but not good at reciting poems, or he was out of mood in a hurry. After all, not everyone can write poems in seven steps like Cao Zhi. Guo Shao doesn't know how to compose poems, he can copy poems, but at least he has memorized some poems, and he knows how to appreciate them, so he can still hear whether they are good or not.

Then it was the general's turn, and the fellow was not polite, he just opened his mouth and said, "The sun is blushing, and the stone is hard..." Suddenly burst into laughter, Zhao Kuangyin shook his head and said: "Forget it, forget it, don't do it, just sing something, at least you should have a scene!"

Then the generals at that table didn't do anything, and it was Guo Shao's turn, let Guo Shao start.

Guo Shao was just thinking about whether to copy a poem from the Song Dynasty onwards, and just thought about which one to copy, and he came back to taste it soon. What I can still recite now must be the excellent poems left by the waves and sands after time. I am afraid that the talent that crushes Wang Pu's two lines of poems will not be pressured... The problem is not that everyone believes that he has that talent.

Since as a military commander, his literary talent is better than that of the prime minister, and he is versatile in both civil and military affairs, why should the prime minister do it? Wang Pu doesn't know how to fight, let alone martial arts, and even his talent is not as good as a 19-year-old young general, isn't it shameful?

The last time Guo Shao was directly promoted to the Marquis of Zhidu in the Inner Palace, the most effective one should be Wang Pu's recommendation. Although Wang Pu should be looking at Xiang Xun's face, he always promoted you. To slap the prime minister who promoted him in the face in public? Is it really wise...

Guo Shao planned not to use this useless limelight.

He was about to delay saying no, but unexpectedly, the guy who wrote the "Poetry on Sunshine Stones" just said rudely, "Forget it, seeing him scratching his head and scratching his back like a monkey, I'm afraid he's not as good as me. Don't waste everyone's time!"

Even among the mid-level generals, there are always some who can't even speak. Maybe it's because Guo Shao is sitting at the table below?

mother | of! Guo Shao felt sullen all of a sudden, and he didn't want to quarrel with him in public.

Could it be tolerated? Guo Shao thinks that forbearance can be tolerated, after all, it is irrelevant nonsense. However, if there is no need to take that tone, Guo Shao's personality doesn't want to swallow it... Why should I make myself uncomfortable and let you? You don't even know how to write doggerel, so you just take your anger out on me, you're happy, I'm not?

Guo Shao immediately laughed and said, "Yes!"

Everyone saw that he looked like a young military general, and he was sitting on the military general's seat, so they were happy to see him make a fool of himself. At today's banquet, what kind of poems Zhao Kuangyi provoked, and besides Wang Pu, it turned into a nonsense, and the generals looked at each other's embarrassment in writing to make fun of each other.

This time it was Guo Shao's turn to make a fool of himself.

Guo Shao calmly chanted: "Little boy, little Erlang, carry that schoolbag to school, not afraid of the sun, nor afraid of wind and rain, just afraid that my husband will call me lazy, I have no knowledge and no face to see my parents, no education, no face to see my parents!"

If there are generals who can't understand Wang Pu's brilliant poems, there must be no one who can't understand this "poem". Moreover, such a word is actually read from the mouth of Guo Shao's tall and straight young general, it really makes people laugh so much.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally burst out laughing after a while, laughing so hard that they leaned forward and back and screamed with pain. One guy was the most exaggerated, he patted the table and laughed "haha", tears were about to come out... I was really afraid that he would roll on the ground, so why should Xiang Xun be so embarrassing?

Guo Shao waited until everyone was almost laughing, and when only the voice of "hehe" was left, he smiled and said to the general who had just mentioned himself: "The general thinks, which is better, my song of 'Little Erlang' or your poem of 'Sun drying stones'?"

The general was embarrassed for a moment.

Guo Shao was not afraid of offending him at all. What does it matter to a general who is so nervous that he talks nonsense, maybe he is upset for a while and forgets in a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Guo Shao found that Zhao Kuangyi, who was completely ignored, had a glint of haze in the eyes of his harmless, stable, white and fat face. Guo Shao was a little surprised by the flashing expression; but no one else noticed, only Guo Shao would pay attention to Zhao Kuangyi... Maybe it was an illusion, after all, he was only sixteen or seventeen, and he had such deep thoughts?

No matter what, Guo Shao calmed down immediately. It might not be wise to leave a bad impression on Zhao Kuangyi as soon as he came. He didn't like this fat young man very much, but he didn't want to make enemies with him prematurely... It was meaningless and useless.

At that moment, Guo Shao took advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was still on him, and said, "I made everyone laugh. I think that apart from Prime Minister Wang, the brothers of the Zhao family have the most literary talents in today's poems."