"Hahahaha..." A burst of laughter broke out everywhere. The young talents laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth, brushing their eyes one by one.

The fat water tank Lu Zhang is mediocre, but she has no self-knowledge, and she has always tried to eat swan meat by a toad. Many people have actually disliked him for a long time. They just patiently defended his father Lu Zhengming, who is the Minister of Personnel. If you do whatever you want, you can make everyone suffer a lot of ups and downs in your career and dare not offend him easily.

But today, Wang Han suddenly jumped out and spoke for justice. How could the evil fire that everyone was holding in their stomachs be hidden? Even if they were afraid of the father and son of the Lu family to take revenge in the future, at most they would just turn their heads away and try not to laugh too loudly!

In this way, Lu Zhang's face completely smashed into the mud pit. This person was so angry that he jumped more than three inches high, turning his fingers into fists, and smashed Wang Han's nose bridge, "Zhu Zi, how dare I humiliate me, I'm today..."

"Brother Lu, please give Uncle Zhang Shi a little face!" After the fist was halfway through, Wang Zhihuan had already flashed. He first used his shoulders to take the heavy hammer for Wang Han, and then gently held Lu Hu's wrist with his hand. "Both of them are both practicing six arts. If you want to have a chance to have another appointment, why both of them are here today?!"

"Yes, yes!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Dao also forced himself to be upset and hugged Lu Hu's fat waist from behind. "Brother Lu is both civil and military, and has a great talent in managing the world and saving the country. Why do you have to compete with others on the path of poetry and prose? Today we only talk about literature and don't do it. Otherwise, if Senior Bi looks over, everyone will probably not leave any good impression on him!"

This sentence not only lifted Lu Zhang to the clouds, but also stated to everyone the possible consequences if a conflict occurred. Suddenly, both parties to the conflict had to think twice before acting.

The reason is very simple. Bi Gou is on the other side of the garden and tells Zhang, He Zhizhang and others about his greetings. Although this old senior is not very proud of his career at the moment, he is a real and honest celebrity in the officialdom. In the court, both qualifications and prestige are far superior to Lu Xun's father who is the Minister of Personnel.

Senior Bi is not sure about the cause of the conflict between the two sides. When he sees young people fighting, he will definitely feel that both sides are wrong. Once he comments on someone, "their temperament is instability", it will probably not take long to become a public opinion on Shilin.

"I want to tell you, there is no need for you to fight." Seeing that both sides were persuaded by Wei Dao to stop, Zhang Jiuling took the opportunity to mix up, "It is better to leave it to the world and time to judge whether it is good or bad. Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the poems written by the literary masters in history have probably not less than 100,000. But the poems that have been passed down to this day are only a few thousand. Except for some unfortunate losses, most of the ones that have not been left are mediocre works."

"Well, how can ordinary people understand Lu's poems?" Lu Xun realized that this was reasonable, rolled his eyes and expressed his agreement.

"Brother Zishou's words are reasonable!" Wang Han was too lazy to get involved with Lu Hua anymore, and also expressed his sneer.

The two sides rolled their eyes to each other and separated from each other. Several young and energetic talents surrounded Wang Han and chatted with him. Some of them were mature and polite, or who wanted to hold Lu Hua's father Lu Zhengming, the thick-legged one, accompanied the latter to the other side, and raised their ears to hear the man brag.

There was a fight between the two sides, and no one got the absolute advantage. However, Zhang Qian was a disadvantage. From then on, no one remembered to ask him to take out his poems for everyone to appreciate.

Zhang Qian also wished to escape this opportunity to make a fool of himself. He simply didn't get involved with any talented people, just carry a brush and admire the poems on mulberry paper and the authentic works of the cursive saint Zhang Xu when he was young.

Not to mention, as he looked, he really saw some tricks!

There are many popular poems left on paper, but more are mediocre works, which are not much better than my own chrysanthemum viewing. At least, it has not reached a world-class gap.

It is obvious that Zhang Jiuling said just now that people and time are the best touchstones. Poems with poor gold content may not be forgotten in a hundred years. Only those unique, shining for eternity, or those that receive the bonus of the emperor's identity will eventually be passed down.

According to this standard, most poems in the 21st century may not escape the fate of being corrupted with the author. And some popular poems and male and female poets who have been hyped up by the poetry world, haha, in Wang Han's words just now, if that is also a good poem, I really don't know if it is insulting readers or insulting the entire poetry world?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt someone standing beside me. I turned my head and looked carefully and saw Zhang Xu and Zhang Bogao's jealously beautiful face.

"Brother Bo Gao, thank you for your pen." I thought Zhang Xu was coming to take back the brush, but Zhang Qian's face turned slightly red and he quickly returned the brush that was almost killed with both hands.

"I misunderstood with Zhao. Zhang came here, not for this brush!" Zhang Xu was stunned and waved his hand with a smile. The words made people feel like spring breeze. "Zhang felt that using Zhao's words is a unique one. If you look closely, it actually has a unique flavor!"

"Brother Bo Gao is too much, I really don't dare to take it!" Zhang Qian was so praised that even his toes began to turn red. He quickly took a step back and waved his hand hard.

When he told the cursive saint Zhang Xu that his calligraphy was good, what's the difference between selling the hundreds of families in front of Confucius? Although He Zhizhang had said before that he had to go to the squad. At least the one who showed off his axe had to play the axe to the level of receiving and receiving at will to be qualified to travel. Otherwise, he would not ask for advice from experts, but simply seeking a draw.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xu refused to allow him to continue to be modest. He took a step forward and pointed to the first word in the sentence he had copied for Wang Zhihuan, "Today I am temporarily with the same chrysanthemum wine as a result", and commented with a smile, "Especially this word stands upright, like a white crane flapping its wings and about to fly. I have practiced it many times, but I can never write such charm."

Sweat, waterfall sweat. Half of them are because of shame, and the other half are because of shame.

The first half of the year was ashamed that the farewell poem plus the author's name and name were 33 characters in total, but only one word "Jin" was barely seen by Zhang Xu. The word "Jin" came from the "Cold Food Post" that Zhang Qian had copied more than a hundred times when he was studying in the 21st century. This word has the third part of Su Dongpo's fur. Of course, in the eyes of experts, it is very different from the other thirty-odd characters.

The last half of the time was that when Zhang Xu was twenty-three years old and was far from reaching the realm of Grass Saint, he dared to pluck up the courage to attack this person. When Zhang Xu reached his peak, he would be as brave as he is today. If he was not scolded to death by Grass Saint's "fans" and would be dragged out by other peers to chop his fingers.

"Brother Zhang, why don't you come here to have a drink? The chrysanthemum white that Wen Hao just brought is already the third round. If it is too late, it will definitely be a drop left!" Fortunately, Wang Zhihuan came in time and used a glass of wine to interrupt Zhang Xu's desire to continue discussing calligraphy.

It is worthy of being one of the Eight Immortals in Drinking in Du Fu's works. When the saint of grass, Zhang Xu, heard that the good wine was coming again, decisively gave up his favorite calligraphy and bowed to Wang Zhihuan with a smile: "Thank you, Ji Ling, I was one step late last round. This time, I can't let the wine down any longer!"

After saying that, he turned his head to Zhang Qian and smiled and sent an invitation, "Go to have a drink together with Brother Zhao. The fine wines from Zhang Duwei's family today are very different from those seen in ordinary wines."

"Brother Bo Gao is willing to do it, I'm not good at drinking!" Zhang Qiangong started and shook his head gently.

He extracted the wine himself. In order to season the flavor, he specially added the wild chrysanthemum flavor that had just been distilled. Of course, he knew that this wine was different. But white wine is not a novel thing for him from the 21st century and is not very attractive. If he drinks it, he would rather choose Liu Lingzui, which is common on the Tang Dynasty market today, and at least he can taste a bit of a quiet ancient meaning.

"How is it possible if you are not good at drinking? How can you be willing to become a friend of you if you are not good at drinking?!" Zhang Xu thought Zhang Qian was humble again, stopped and smiled and advised him.

"Brother Bo Gao goes, this wine is a specialty in his farm, so he certainly doesn't think it's rare!" Without waiting for Zhang Qian's explanation, Wang Zhihuan had already taken the lead and revealed the answer.

"It turns out that this wine was made by Zhao Yizhi's secret technique and guided his servants. No wonder you are indifferent to this thing!" Zhang Xu suddenly realized, and smiled and bowed to Zhang Qian again, while taking a step to the closest table to him. "Brother Yu went to get the wine first. Since today is a chrysanthemum feast, without the white chrysanthemum, the fun will be half less!"

I had long known from Du Fu's poems that he was addicted to drinking, and Zhang Qian did not waste his time. He smiled and nodded, gave him a few steps with his eyes, and then turned his face to Wang Zhihuan.

I was about to ask the previous question. According to the customs of the Tang Dynasty, is it considered rude to say goodbye now? However, Lu Chang's annoying shout suddenly sounded in his ears: "What kind of peerless wine? Have you drunk the blood of the heroes of the Fuji Kingdom transported from the Great Food Kingdom? That is a rare good wine in the world. It is full of red as blood. It is served in a luminous cup, facing the moon or the candle. No need to drink it. Just looking and smelling it makes people feel elated!"

This is a bit too indifferent to the owner's feelings. What's more, the owner and He Zhizhang joined forces to hold a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, with the purpose of helping these young and poor people to promote!

Immediately, the mature and polite young talents sitting in the same seat as Lu Cang lowered their heads. They only attacked the dishes and wine, and no one was willing to take the lead.

But Lu Xun felt that he was in the limelight. He held a glass of white wine and continued to talk loudly: "Besides, although this thing is clear and fragrant, it is too strong. It should be noted that wine is like a person, too light, and it is not liked. It is too strong and can also be kept away from it. Only when it looks as passionate as fire on the surface, but when it comes into contact with it, it is like a cup of strong tea. In this way, the blood of a hero in the country should be a gentleman in the country of wine, and the white chrysanthemum is at most a woodcutter who chops wood!"

"Brother Lu, it turns out that you don't like this wine. It's my fault that makes Brother Lu embarrassed!" Wang Zhihuan couldn't bear it anymore and walked over quickly, snatching the wine glass in Lu Hua's hand. "I'll exchange you for the Western Regions wine immediately. Although it's not heroic blood, it's not too much."

"What does Ji Ling mean?" Lu Xun was interrupted and talked loudly, feeling very unhappy. He raised a pair of goldfish eyes, stared at Wang Zhihuan, and asked sternly, "Is this the way for the host here to treat guests? Even the truth is not allowed to be told!"

"You..." If it were in his own home, Wang Zhihuan would have punched the nose of Lu. However, here he was patient with the face of the two seniors Zhang Ruoxu and He Zhizhang, and his face turned pale, but he could not raise his arms.

"Ji Ling, don't be angry. Brother Lu, what he said just now is not completely unreasonable. The heroic blood is indeed a precious thing in Fuhuan. He traveled thousands of miles to the Tang Dynasty, and his value naturally soared!" Seeing that Wang Zhihuan was about to be angry by Luhuan, Zhang Qian chased after him with a smile and gently pressed his fist.

Lu Xun was so ignorant that Zhang Qian was the fairy master Zhang Xiaozhang who had almost squeezed his uncle to vomit blood. Seeing a stranger with a sunny face, he took the initiative to speak for himself, and immediately laughed and stroking his hands: "Look, look, there are still people who know the goods. Ji Ling, you can't let me talk, but you can't hold everyone present."

"Brother Lu misunderstood. Ji Ling was just afraid that you would eat too much chrysanthemums and hurt your body!" Zhang Qian quickly took over the conversation and smiled and answered Wang Zhihuan's move. "After all, this thing, like the hero's blood, has an alias called the heart measure ruler!"

"The measuring ruler?" Lu Xun was already drinking a little high. How could he guess that Zhang Qian was deliberately setting up a trap for him? He heard the other party say it freshly and immediately instinctively asked, "Which word is the good person? Is it a good person or a measure?"

"Everything is OK!" Zhang Qian grabbed the wine pot and clean wine cup from the table, poured half a cup for himself, and while turning the porcelain cup in the sun, he explained with a smile, "You can do good deeds with whether you have conscience or not, or measure the amount of mind. If you do the former, the explanation will be simple. After drinking the wine, you turn your head and pick the bones from the owner's eggs, which is because you lack conscience!"

"Hahahaha..." Someone around suddenly realized and raised his glass and smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth.

"Shuzi, who did you say?" Lu Qi jumped three times, "Who did you say is heartless? Who is your surname? Report it and let me teach you how to be a good person."

"Brother Lu, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I mean wine, I didn't talk about people!" Zhang Qian just took a light step and avoided Lu Xun's attack. Then, he neither got angry nor fought back. He just looked at Zhang Jiuling, dodging Lu Xun's attack while smiling, "As for measuring the mind and nature, it is the original intention of this thing. If you are a virtuous person who is worried about the world, this thing will fall into your stomach and all the tide will disappear. You can immediately abandon all bonds and troubles and let go and benefit all the people. You can measure the results and be a true gentleman!"

He turned around gently and avoided Lu Hu's tearing. He quickly walked towards Wang Han and talked happily, "If you are a fierce and fierce knight, if you fall into your stomach with three cups of this thing, you can draw your sword and get on the horse, or kill all the barbarians who invade our Tang Dynasty, or destroy all the thieves who occupy the mountain and become kings. The result is a true hero!"

He stopped Lu Xun's fist from behind with one hand and pushed the man away. Then he moved his footsteps again. Zhang Qian held the wine glass like a sword dancing and greeted Zhang Xu from afar, "If you are an open and honest scholar, after three cups of this thing, you can burn your blood, increase your talent, splash ink and paint, or write with your pen, leaving behind masterpieces, and enjoy and worship later generations. The result is truly a talent!"

"Stop, stop, sir, don't talk nonsense!" Lu Zhang felt worse and worse as he heard it, and his tail chased after Zhang Qian and shouted.

He was only about 1.6 meters tall, but he was nearly 170 kilograms. After drinking a lot of wine, he could catch up with Zhang Qian? Zhang Qian lightly swept a few times and then froze. Thanks to the guard who was afraid that he would break his head and help him in time, he avoided his blood on the spot.

Zhang Qian hated Lu Xun for causing trouble at Zhang Ruoxu's house, so he quickly turned around and shook his head at the person: "If it is a fool who is not capable but likes to show off everywhere, after eating three cups of this thing, it can reveal its prototype. Or it can be hyped, bragging, or causing trouble, and provoking trouble everywhere. If it doesn't work well, when you get home, you will use alcohol to find a wife and children who are weaker than you to go crazy. The measurement result is a scum! No matter how good or expensive the wine is, it is better to feed the dog!"

"Okay, what a scumbag!" Wang Han was overjoyed for a long time. Before Zhang Qian could finish his speech, he jumped up and raised a cup to all the young people present, "You guys, I have done this and measure my own mind!"

"Drinking with this kind of alcohol!" Zhang Xu, Qin Lu, Wang Zhihuan and others laughed and agreed. They all felt very happy.
Chapter completed!